“Of course, there is.” His brow dropped low, and his eyes narrowed. I could see jealousy and anger flaring deep in the depths of his magnificent blue eyes, though he didn’t let it loose. His head cocked to one side; his ardor from a few minutes before suddenly cooled. “In what way?”
I mentally chastised myself for even mentioning it. I could have just told Luke I couldn’t help and left it alone. He’d be making love to me, and I wouldn’t be twisted in knots. “You have to understand that I want to tell you, but he’s asked me not to share the details.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“I hate being in this position.”
“He put you there, not me, so what is it? Addison?” he almost demanded. “You want me to trust you, so tell me. Whatever it is, just spit it out. You’ve got to decide where your loyalty lies.” There was no question, but still… I felt like I was letting Luke down.
“Do you promise not to confront him?”
Jax was standing back from me now, all contact was cut off. “No.” He looked ominous, his stance alone demanding an answer. “And, you’re going to tell me anyway.”
I should have known that would have been too much to ask for and something I shouldn’t have expected. I started clutching my hands together and blurted out in a breathy rush. “He admires my writing and he wants help with a book.”
His expression relaxed, and a smile slid across his handsome face. “That’s it?”
I was flabbergasted and so relieved. “Yeah. But… Luke thought you’d be upset. He said you’d think it took away from his job as T.A.”
One shoulder lifted in a casual shrug. “It could, but I’d like to think I’m not a tyrant. If his work begins to suffer, then yes, I’d address it, but if anyone knows what it’s like to have a story inside you and the need to get it out… it’s me. Did you tell him about your book, and that we’re working on it, together?
“No. Of course, not.”
“Okay. It’s better if you don’t.” He nodded, moving slowly closer and grinning. His arms slid around me and beneath my butt, lifting me easily into his arms. My legs went around him, and my arms wrapped around his shoulders. His forehead touched mine and our faces were close enough that I could inhale his breath. Just like that, we were back to normal. “I don’t want to argue about him.”
“I don’t want to argue about anything,” I admitted, unconsciously lifting my chin to invite his kiss.
“Done.” Jax bent and took my mouth with his. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but ferociously hungry and instantly, my mouth opened to the invasion of his tongue and my body responded. Jax pulled me tighter against his body and I could feel his arousal. It was beyond intoxicating that this amazing, beautiful man wanted me with such intensity.
He kissed me long and hard, and his hands slid around my waist and down over my butt where he grasped my flesh and pulled me closer. A stifled groan erupted from deep within his chest as his hips surged against me. “Is your shower big enough for both of us?” he murmured, dragging his mouth down the side of my neck where he nipped and sucked at the tender flesh where my collarbone and throat connected.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, unable to help myself. “If it wasn’t, would it stop you?”
I could feel him smile against my skin. “Never.”
A strong arm around my waist lifted me against him, and he turned in one motion and started toward the door. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t been here before, the apartment was so small, and the bathroom was the only other door besides the one which he entered through and he moved with purpose.
The bathroom was cramped with barely any floorspace to move around. A small vanity, single shower stall with its opaque glass door, and the toilet took up every square foot.
In between pants and desperate kisses, our hands worked frantically to rid each other of our clothes. Jax was forced to sink down on the closed toilet seat, which left me aching for his missing body heat. His fingers worked deftly undoing the buttons of the same blouse he’d rid me of the night before, his mouth hungrily following the path of his hands. He yanked my pants down and I stepped out of them. I stood in front of him, standing in just my bra, panties, and open blouse while he worked his magic
Jax’s mouth was hot and wet, his tongue doing amazing things when the mounds of my breasts were free of my lace bra that was confining them. One strong arm hooked around my waist and yanked me onto his lap to straddle him, and the other hand closed around one soft breast; his mouth closing around the nipple to suck and nip with his teeth. My head fell back helplessly, and he pulled my hips tighter onto his bulging erection. We both began to move of our own volition, grinding together.
My hands wound in his hair, tugging his head back, away from my breast so I could kiss him. He didn’t object, in fact, responded by taking charge and plundering my mouth with his tongue. “God, Addison…” His hips surged into mine, and his arm pulled mine down to meet them. Over and over he pressed into me, arousing me more and more. Heat pooled, and the ache in my lower body became intense. “I can’t take it anymore,” he growled.
In a split second he rose, setting me on my feet and reached in with one hand to turn on the faucet. I wasn’t content without his mouth on mine, but had to satisfy myself with placing hungry, sucking kisses on his neck and running my hands over the hard muscles of his shoulders and abs, until I reached for his belt and made short work of it. I pulled open his jeans and his dick sprung free as he adjusted the water. His head fell to my shoulder with another groan. “You’re killing me.”
“My intention is to love you.” I kissed the underside of his jaw and pushed his jeans over his butt and down his thighs, kneeling to slide them all the way to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and the offending denim, leaving him naked, his cock bouncing in front of me. He was irresistible. I opened my mouth and took the head inside, licking and lightly sucking.
“No,” Jax moaned, taking me by the arms and lifting me up. “Forgive me,” he said in a guttural growl. He sounded as powerless against our attraction as I felt. His fist closed around the side of my now damp panties and easily ripped the delicate lace free of my body.
I didn’t care that they were ruined; all I knew was that I wanted to feel him inside me immediately.
“Addison.” His arms slid around me to easily lift me, and our bodies merged blissfully, his girth pushing me wide and filling me completely. My hands grasped his shoulders. I felt like I was falling into a vortex from which there was no escape. “Jesus,” he grunted, flinging the door to the small shower open and carrying me inside.
Steam from the hot water filled the tiny room, and I was gasping. Jax slammed me up against the wall and hooked both arms under my knees, holding my legs wide apart as he pumped hard in and out of my willing body.
I could feel the delicious pressure build quickly, though I didn’t want it to end. His rhythm was steady, but he pushed in deeper as if to mark me. We were both panting against each other. “Addison look at me,” Jaxon commanded.
My hands laced in his wet hair, and my languid eyes opened to meet his. His were hooded, his own pleasure evident, but the look behind his blue eyes was serious. “You’re mine.” He punctuated his words with his thrusts. “Mine. For the first time in my life, I want more than fucking. For the first time… it feels like more than sex. Do you understand me?”