“Because… I know you were right to run.” The admission was unwillingly given.
We stood staring at each other, painfully. I could see the hunger in his eyes, and I knew it was eating me alive. “I don’t believe that. I was just overwhelmed last week.” Didn’t he realize he was larger than life? Didn’t he know that anyone as inexperienced as me might have done the same?
“What is it you want, Addison? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
I felt a flutter in my stomach as my blood turned to liquid fire. This was my last chance. It was time to be honest even though it gave him even more power over me.
“I want to be with you.” Standing there, my sex clenched involuntarily, and I felt lightheaded. My body cried out for his, my mouth craved his feasting on mine. Every cell of my skin was screaming for his touch.
“If I touch you, I won’t be able to stop.” His voice was low, yet deep, and his eyes were intense as they roamed over me.
“I won’t ask you too.” The air between us vibrated. I could feel him from across the room. “I don’t want you to stop.”
He downed the rest of his drink and moved slowly toward me, then pulled my bag off my shoulder and set it on the hardwood floor at my feet. Without breaking eye contact, Jax’s hand took mine and electricity shot through me at his touch; the promise of what was to come vibrating around us. His fingers slid through mine and then moved with me to the stairs and up to the bedroom. I trailed behind him, my hand clinging to his like a lifeline.
The upstairs was as dimly lit as the rest of the apartment. I imagined that a vampire’s lair would be just this seductive; designed to elicit no resistance, only hypnotized compliance as he did his worst. Or, in Jax’s case, his best.
My eyes closed; trusting, knowing he’d take care of me and give me the most intense pleasure I’d ever known while asking nothing in return, but his own.
His bedroom door was open, and he led me through and then past the massive bed and into an enormous bathroom. There was a free-standing bathtub on one side, the long granite vanity and huge mirror on one wall and a big, glass-enclosed shower at the opposite end of the slate-covered floor. The colors were dark grays, against lighter shades that would no doubt be stark white in full light, accented with lush deep burgundy towels and shining chrome fixtures.
Whatever was in store for me, I was helpless to resist and had no desire to. I wanted nothing more than his hands and mouth on me.
He released my hand just long enough to walk to the vanity to retrieve the remote. Water began pouring out from multiple shower heads. The water went from a vigorous spray to what sounded and looked like rainfall.
My eyes drank him in as he turned and began to peel my clothes from me. My hands lifted to push the shirt off his muscular shoulders. My body leaned into his, yearning for contact. My chin lifted and my mouth dropped open. I moaned, my eyes closing as his hands rid me of my clothes, his fingers lightly caressing every exposed inch of skin.
“Jax,” I whispered.
“Hush. Don’t you want to make love in the rain?” He whispered, bending to place his open mouth on the curve of my neck, denying my starving mouth for just a moment more. The sensation of his fingers ghosting over the top swells of my breasts above my lace bra and the oh-so-soft sucking and nipping at the skin of my throat as he worked his way up to my jaw, and finally dragging his lips up over my chin and cheek. I was dying; completely melting in his arms.
When his mouth closed hungrily over mine it was the perfect blending of greedy desire and gentle teasing. How could a kiss be so desperate, and yet, so coaxing at the same time?
Goosebumps derived from anticipation and desire covered my body as I fumbled with his belt and the opening of his slacks, only content when I pushed them open. I was trembling under his sensual assault. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I opened like a flower, sucking it inside. He tasted familiar; of liquor, yes, but more of him. His scent, his taste, his touch… my senses were hyper-sensitive.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned in surrender, my hands roaming up the hard, muscled biceps and broad shoulders to finally tangle in his hair and pull his mouth tighter against mine as I sucked his tongue in deeper. He tasted amazing and I couldn’t get enough.
Never breaking the kiss, Jax’s movements were smooth and sure; his hands becoming more urgent as he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling them open. I felt the hardness of his erection, proud and full against my stomach. His palms slid inside the denim to cup both cheeks of my butt, pressing me closer to him as we kissed over and over again, each one deeper and more urgent than the one before. A groan erupted from somewhere deep inside his chest.
I wasn’t sure how it happened, but we ended up in the shower, naked. I didn’t even know how it happened or even that it had until I felt the warmth of the hot water streaming over my skin and plastering my hair to my forehead; I was so focused on his body beneath my hands and his mouth sumptuously consuming mine. I was utterly lost in him. What was it about this man that completely dominated me? Why did just one touch, or even a look, turn me to jelly? I didn’t know, and in the moment, I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel.
Jax’s fingers worked their magic until he had me gasping and arching, silently begging for more. His leg parted mine and he lifted me against the glass wall, his hips pushing between my thighs and his throbbing cock nudging my entrance. He held me in place with his body so his hands could tantalize and tease mine. I cried out when he gently tweaked and tugged the nipples of first one breast, then the other. He left my mouth wanting as he buried his lips in the curve of my neck and down to the top of my shoulder. His white teeth nipping at my flesh in between episodes of gentle sucking. The effect was thrilling.
Just being close to him, his magic hands and mouth would have been enough, but I felt empty, opening; longing for him to fill me; aching to feel him push inside. I reached between us, my hand sliding around him, I urged him forward until the thick head of his dick entered me.
“Uhhh…” I sighed. My head dropped forward until my forehead rested on his strong shoulder. “Jax, please…” I begged. “Come inside.”
His mouth stilled its hungry assault on the curve between my neck and shoulder and he groaned, deep and feral. The fingers of my free hand raked down his back.
“Please…” I implored again. “You feel so good.”
“Jesus, Addison,” he panted, his muscles coiled beneath my fingers. I could feel his struggle, hear it in his voice. “What are you doing to me?”
My heart exploded at his words. My arm moved up to encircle his bent head, and the other moved up over his back, at the same time my pelvis arched toward what I wanted most. It was my turn to kiss up his neck, nipping at his skin until my mouth hovered over his ear.
“I pray it’s half of what you’re doing to me.”
“It’s like I’m out of control and I never let that happen,” he ground out. “I know I should leave you alone, but I fucking can’t!”
My hips rocked against his, rubbing his hard cock into my wet folds. It felt so delicious, but just a hint of the passionate lovemaking I knew would come. The shower rained hot around us, steam filled the air and my fingers wound in his wet hair, cupping his head. I could feel him fighting his internal battle, that I prayed he would lose. I was glad he felt the same hungry desperation that filled every cell and nerve ending in my body, but he deserved to know it.