Текст книги "Until Jax "

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“Sorry, would you like to see the wine menu?” he asks suddenly.

“No, thank you.” I shake my head and feel Ellie kick me under the table before she looks at the guy.

“We’ll just wait for our waitress.” She says softly and smiles, taking the menu from him setting it on the table. She then watches him walk away before looking at me and growling, “You’re so rude.”

“Really? And it’s not rude to stare at another man’s woman when they are obviously out on a date?” I ask as one of the bus boys stops by the table, dropping off water.

“He wasn’t staring. He was just doing his job.” She shakes her head.

“His job isn’t to check out your tits, baby.”

“He wasn’t,” she hisses in anger and annoyance.

“Fuck yes, he was,” I growl. “And since those tits, that ass, and that mouth all belong to me, he doesn’t get to look at them,” I say, watching her chest heave and her mouth open and close.

“Jax, Ellie.”

“Fuck,” I clip, watching as Ellie’s body grows tight across from me then her head swivel towards Mellissa. Turning my head, I say shortly, “Mellissa,” through gritted teeth.

“I just wanted to come over and say hi.” She smiles her fake smile then looks at Ellie, running her eyes over her. “That dress totally fits you.” She sneers. “It’s very trailer—”

“Get the fuck away from my table, Mellissa, before you force me to make a scene,” I threaten.

“I’m not afraid of you, Jax,” she snarls, placing her hands on her narrow hips.

“One more time, Mellissa. Get the fuck away from the table.”

“I can’t believe you traded me in for some slutty trailer trash bitch.”

Like it happens in slow motion, I see Ellie out of the corner of my eye as she wraps her fingers around her glass of water and tosses the contents on Mellissa, who shrieks at the top of her lungs. Ellie scoots out of the booth and storms towards the front of the restaurant.

“You bitch!” Mellissa screams, going after Ellie. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pick her up, turn her around, and shove her into her dad’s arms.

“Put a leash on your daughter, Calder,” I tell him. His eyes narrow and his arms lock around Mellissa.

Moving through the restaurant, I see Mani, the owner, walking towards me from the kitchen. “Is everything okay, Jax?” he asks with concern in his tone, looking at me then over my shoulder at the commotion going on behind me.

“I’ll call and explain what happened, but right now, I need to go make sure Ellie is okay,” I tell him without stopping on my way past the maître d’.

“Sure.” He nods.

Pushing through the door, I look toward my truck and see Ellie isn’t there. Jogging up the road, I spot Ellie in the distance, walking with her arms wrapped around her body, her shoulders stooped inward and her head bent toward her feet.

“Ellie, stop,” I shout, watching her body jerk forward and her head move back and forth. Reaching her side, I wrap my arm around her shoulders and the other under her knees, lifting her to my chest. Hearing her soft sob rips my heart open.

“Please, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry,” I whisper, pressing my lips to the top of her head, holding her closer against me. When I get her to the truck, I place her in the passenger seat, buckle her in, and then jog around to get in behind the wheel.

“Can you just take me home?” she asks on a quiet sob, wiping the tears away as they fall.

“Yeah, baby,” I agree pulling out of the parking lot.

Taking her hand, I pull it toward me, wrapping my fingers tightly around hers, wanting her to know I’m here with her. When we reach the house, I get out and head around to her side, half expecting her to fight me, but her body wraps around mine tightly as I lift her from the truck and carry her into the house. I don’t even stop downstairs. I carry her up to my bedroom, lay her in the bed, and get in with her. As soon as I’m settled behind her, she turns in my arms to face me, burying her face against my chest.

“I’m sorry,” she says through her tears as I gather her closer.

“You don’t need to apologize.”

“I shouldn’t have let her get to me the way I did.”

“She’s a bitch, Ellie. You doing that is way better then me laying her out for talking to you like that,” I assure her.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she whispers painfully.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. She shouldn’t have come to our table; she should have stayed with her family. And she had no right to talk to you the way she did,” I tell her, feeling rage burn through me. Mellissa is lucky she’s a chick, ’cause I swear if she were a dude, she would have been sporting a black eye before I walked out of the restaurant.

“You know what makes me really mad?” she asks suddenly, pulling her head away from my chest and looking at me with her big eyes still full of tears.

“What’s that, baby?”

“I’m hungry,” she says sullenly, making me smile. “I was really looking forward to having dinner with you. Kim said they have the best steaks, and now I will never be able to find out for myself.”

“We can go back whenever you want. The Bryson’s and my family are tight.”

“I’m never going back there,” she pouts.

“We will be going back there. It’s tradition,” I tell her, ignoring her headshake. “Now, do you want to order in and we can watch a movie? Or do you want to go meet up with July?” I ask her, running my fingers through her hair.

“I want to get out of this dress and put on some sweats.”

“I’m more than happy to help you out of the dress.” I smile, running my hand up her bare thigh.

“Jax.”

“Ellie,” I reply then roll her to her back and loom over her. I can’t believe how beautiful she is, and she’s mine. For the rest of my life, this will be the face I look at. Months ago, that thought would have scared me, but it now sends a bolt of excitement through my system.

Dropping my eyes to her mouth, I lean in and place a soft kiss against her lips while running my fingertips up her calf and thigh, hearing her breath hitch.

Moving over her, I place my leg between hers, taking her hands in mine I pull them up and over her head, watching as her chest begins to rise and fall more rapidly.

“I’m a virgin,” she breathes, and I raise my eyes to meet hers. “I…” She stops, looking unsure and nervous.

“Shhh, baby, I’ll guide you,” I tell her gently, kissing her again.

Holding both her hands in one of mine, I run the fingers of my free hand over her cleavage. Her nails dig into the skin of my hand and her chest rises up to meet my palm. Smiling, I slowly pull the top of her dress down, exposing the black lace strapless bra she has on. My zipper cuts into my hard-on as my eyes focus on how perfect she is. Her nipples are visible through the lace, and running my finger over the hard peak and material, I groan when they pucker from the light touch. Sliding the material down under her breast, I lean back and meet her eyes again as I lower my mouth, pulling one hard nub into the cavern of my mouth.

A loud moan leaves her mouth as her eyes close and her head presses back into the pillow. Moving to her other breast, I do the same, feeling her nipple harden against my tongue and her thighs tighten around mine between her legs.

Releasing her hands, I move, placing myself between her legs, wrapping my hands around her breasts, moving from one to the other, licking, sucking, and biting her nipples as her fingers first move timidly through my hair before her nails start scraping across my scalp. Sitting back on my heels, I wrap my hands around the top of her dress and slowly pull the material down her body, loving the way she’s watching me, with her eyes glazed over with lust and heat.

Pulling the fabric over her hips, my breath catches when I see the lace of her bra matches the sheer lace covering her center. Picking up her legs, I hold them over one shoulder and unhook her shoes, dropping them to the floor, and then I pull the dress up her legs and toss it to floor behind me.

Sitting up, her hands go to my shirt, and I help her by reaching a hand behind my back and tugging the garment off over my head, dropping it to the ground with her dress.

“I’m not done with you,” I tell her, placing my mouth against hers while pushing her back against the bed. Her legs wrap around my hips, bringing my denim-covered cock in contact with the heat of her core. Groaning, I pull my mouth from hers as her fingers unsnap my jeans and her hand moves between the material and my skin. Wrapping my hand around hers, I stop her before she can get her hand around my cock. I’m on the edge of losing it already, and I know if she touches me, I’m going to push her panties to the side and fuck her like an animal. I have wanted this for far too long, but I can’t fuck her like I want to. I need to make this good for her. I don’t want her to ever have any regrets about giving me her virginity.

“I need to taste you, Ellie. I need it more then I need my next breath,” I tell her, kissing down her body, settling myself between her legs. Her eyes watch me closely as I lean in, running my nose along the lace. Her smell is intoxicating; she smells like vanilla, cherries, and Ellie, and that smell has my mouth watering. Taking the flimsy lace in my hands, I rip it from her, seeing her body jerk in surprise and her breathing increase.

“Jax?”

“Christ, Ellie, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” I tell her, running a finger through her glistening folds and around her clit. Then I place my hands on her inner thighs and spread her open, taking one long lick up her center.

“Oh. My. God,” she hisses, and her thighs begin to shake as I lick her again then focus on her clit, pulling the small piece of flesh between my lips and flicking it with my tongue. Looking up her body, her tits are heaving, her head is back, and her hands are covering her eye.

“Ellie, give me your eyes, baby.”

“I can’t,” she cries, shaking her head.

Moving up her body until my face is over hers, I kiss her and pinch her nipples until her hands come off her eyes.

“You’re going to watch, Ellie,” I rumble against her mouth.

“It’s too much,” she breathes against my lips, and I run my fingers over her clit, making her hips jerk.

“Get over it,” I say, rolling to my back, lifting her easily to straddle my face, and then pulling her hips down roughly onto my waiting mouth.

“Oh, God,” she shouts, pressing her hand against the wall in front of her. Keeping our eyes locked, I bury my tongue inside her. Then I use first one then two fingers, pushing them in and out of her slowly until her hips are jerking and she’s flooding my mouth with the juices and screaming her climax.

Sliding my hands up her back, I unhook her bra then place her on the bed. Her eyes are glazed over and her breathing is still shallow from her orgasm. Wiping my mouth with my hand, I slip off my jeans and boots and grab a condom from my side table. I slide it under the pillow near her head then slip off my boxers, wrapping my hand around my length, pumping and squeezing the tip, trying to relieve some of the pressure I feel building at the base of my spine. I know I have stamina, but if I get inside of her right now and feel her around me, I’m going to come.

Lying beside her, I wrap my mouth around her nipple and place my fingers against her clit, rolling my middle finger over it then sliding it lower into her wet heat. Her legs spread wider, wanting more as I curl the digit up and hit her g-spot. Hearing her whimper, I move between her legs and grab the condom, sliding it on. As soon as I’m settled between her thighs, her legs wrap around my hips and her arms wrap around my shoulders.

A deep pang hits my chest as I look into her eyes.

“This is really happening?” she asks, making me smile. Nipping her lips, I open my mouth over hers as my hand wraps around my cock, and I run it up and down her folds, listening to her breathe hitch each time I pass the head over her clit.

“Ready?” I ask her, lining up and pressing the tip in.

Nodding, her nails dig into my back as I slide in slowly, inch-by-inch. She’s so fucking tight I have to hold my breath to keep from coming.

“Full, I’m so full,” she whimpers, and my cock twitches in approval, like it’s trying to show off.

“Don’t talk, baby,” I tell her, pulling out only to slide in farther.

“Jax, oh, God,” she moans, lifting her hips higher, taking me deeper, which isn’t helping me stay calm.

“Fuck,” I clip, pulling out and pushing in slowly breaking through the barrier of her virginity until I’m balls deep, which causes her breathe to hitch and her nails to bite hard into my skin.

Breathing heavily, I kiss her until her body relaxes once again under mine. “Are you okay?” I question, pushing her hair out of her face and looking into her eyes.

“Yes.” Her hand comes up to rest against my cheek. “You can move,” she says, wiggling her hips.

Tilting my head back, I stretch out my arms and swivel my hips. Her pussy is so fucking hot and so tight that I won’t be able to hold off coming for very long. I knew having her was going to ruin me, but I didn’t understand how much until I felt her walls ripple around my length, her arms tighten around my shoulders, and her legs clench around my hips like every part of her is trying to hold on to me, to keep me close.

She fits me perfectly. Everything about her was made just for me.

“Jax…”

“I know, baby,” I say, dropping my forehead to hers when her walls ripple once more from the slightest movement. “So responsive. You’re so responsive, baby. I bet you could come from just my dick, couldn’t you?” I ask, swiveling my hips again.

Her reply is a whimper as her walls around my cock tighten to the point that it’s almost painful.

“Jesus,” I groan, watching her face and feeling her core convulse as her sudden orgasm threatens to pull mine from me. “I need to move, baby,” I tell her, adjusting her leg over my arm, putting me at a different angle. Pulling out and sliding in again, her lips part and her walls tighten. Picking up speed, I wrap her leg tighter around me then cover her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue between her lips as I feel my orgasm climb up my spine, plunging three more times. Then I plant myself deep and pull my mouth from hers, roaring into the room when I feel her clamp down around me as I come hard, sending her into another orgasm.

Rolling to my back so I don’t collapse on top of her, I settle her against my chest, still feeling her pussy contracting around my cock.

“I swear, baby. Your pussy is fucking dangerous,” I tell her, feeling her body shaking against mine. “It’s true. I thought you were going to squeeze my dick off when you orgasmed,” I tell her truthfully, and her silent laughter turns into loud giggles that make me smile.

Placing my fingers under her chin, I tilt her face up towards mine. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.” She smiles and her face goes soft, softer than I have ever seen it, and I know right then, with her chest against mine, me still buried deep inside of her, our smell surrounding us, I know I’m in love with her. So fucking in love that I want to wrap her up in cotton so nothing can ever happen to her. How the hell are you supposed to survive, when the part of you that you need to live is walking around outside your body?

“Jax?”

“Yeah, baby?” I ask, focusing on her and running my fingers through her hair.

“You got a weird look on your face,” she whispers, studying me.

“Just thinking,” I tell her softly. I know I’m going to keep pushing us forward, but I don’t want to scare her away by letting her know I love her. I need to find a way to get her addicted to me. I need to make her crave me so the thought of not being with me scares her more than any fear of the future does.

“What about?” she asks, sounding unsure.

“You. How perfect you are and how much I want this,” I tell her a half-truth, kissing her forehead.

“I want this too,” she whispers, and I search her face, seeing something deep in her eyes I hadn’t noticed before, but I think it’s always been there. Swallowing, I pull her up my body then roll her to her back.

“I gotta take care of this condom.”

“Okay.” She nods as I pull the sheet from the bottom of the bed and place it over her. Going to the bathroom, I take off the condom and notice a small smear of blood, which reminds me that Ellie is mine, and only mine, bringing the caveman beast inside of me to the surface. Tossing the condom in the trash, I start the bath then go back into the room.

“Come on, let’s take a bath,” I tell her, pulling her from the bed and carrying her into the bathroom. Stepping into the large tub with her in my arms, I settle her between my legs and run my hands over her as the water fills. Hearing her stomach growl in the quiet room, I tilt her head back so I can see her face.

“You still haven’t fed me,” she says shyly.

“What do you want to eat?” I ask, running my thumb across her bottom lip.

“Pancakes with chocolate chips,” she says, rolling to her stomach so her breasts are in line with my cock, which hardens instantly. Looking down between her tits, her lower lip is pulled between her teeth and her eyes lift slowly to meet mine. The image of her with her hair down, the ends wet from the bath, her skin still glowing from her resent orgasm, and her eyes full of heat, gazing at me with lust, is an image I will use often when I can’t take her to bed. Then she shocks me. Her head dips and her tongue touches the head of my cock, licking off the drop of precum that seeped out of the end.

“Oh, fuck,” I hear myself groan. “Baby,” I breathe as she sits back, her tits rising above the water. Her hand attempts to wrap around me, and she timidly pumps, and then her mouth covers the head and her tongue swirls the tip. Wrapping my hands around the edge of the tub, I try to keep still. I don’t want to slam down her throat or grab onto her hair. I don’t even know if she understands what she’s doing.

Her eyes meet mine as her hand pumps, each stroke killing me slowly. As her mouth lowers, taking me deeper into the depth of her mouth, I flex my muscles, knowing she is going to be the death of me. Her unsure innocence is making it hard to keep my hands locked on the tub.

Feeling myself hit the back of her throat, hearing her gag almost has me coming. “Ellie, fuck, baby. Oh, God.” My toes curl and her hand moves faster, like she knows I’m close. “I’m gonna come, baby,” I tell her, and her mouth leaves my cock, but her hand pumps. Wrapping my hand over hers, I help her bring me off and use my other hand to pull her forward, covering her tits with my come. “You’re gonna kill me,” I confess, pulling her to rest against my chest, leaning my head back and closing my eyes, trying to catch my breath.

Feeling myself shaking, I open one eye and dip my chin, seeing Ellie has her mouth covered and her body is quaking with silent laughter.

“Sorry,” she giggles when her eyes meet mine.

“You think it’s funny that you’re gonna kill me?” I ask, and her laughter quiets down and she smiles, shaking her head. “We need to shower,” I say, standing and taking her with me.

“Are you mad?” she asks from behind me as I start the shower.

“No, baby.” I push her into the shower then move her against the wall, hearing her gasp as her skin touches the cold tile. “Let’s see if you’re still laughing when I’m done,” I say, and dropping to my knees and tossing her leg over my shoulder.

Chapter 8

Ellie

“Here, babe.”

Glaring at the shirt held out to me, I take it anyways, making sure to tug it with force from Jax’s grip, then pull it over my head.

Hearing him chuckle, I pull my long wet hair out of the collar of the shirt and narrow my eyes on him, which only seems to make his smile bigger.

“What?” he asks, pulling up a pair of sweats that are loose and hang low on his hips, showing off the well-defined V of his waist.

“It’s not funny,” I growl when he begins to laugh louder.

“Baby, I’m not laughing at you.”

“You’re totally laughing at me,” I say, looking around with wide, dramatic eyes, pointing out there is absolutely no one else in the room, or even the house, with us. “And who does that to someone? Who uses sex torture as a way of hearing what you want to hear?” I ask him, feeling my cheeks heat up at just the thought of what happened in the shower.

“Sex torture?” He laughs louder, and I feel a smile on my lips from the sound of it. When his eyes come to me again, I school my features.

“Sex torture, that thing you did when you…when you didn’t let me orgasm until I told you what you wanted to hear.”

“You’re adorable.”

“I’m not adorable.” I roll my eyes, picking up my towel from the end of the bed.

“You are. Now, are you ready to go have pancakes?” he asks, taking the towel out of my hand and tossing it toward the bathroom on the ground, making me frown.

“I was going to hang tha—”

He cuts me off, lowering his mouth over mine in a brutal kiss that causes my legs to become weak. When his mouth leaves mine and I finally get my eyes open, I find him looking down at me with a very smug smile.

“Now…are you ready for pancakes?” he asks again.

“You’re annoying,” I tell him, taking a step back and turning toward the door, making a point to stomp down the hall and down the stairs. I notice on the way that something looks different, but I can’t figure out what it is. When we reach the kitchen, Jax lifts me onto the counter and starts pulling out the ingredients to make pancakes.

“What happened here?” he asks, stopping in front of me. I absently feel him run his fingers over the skin of my knee, but my eyes are glued to his abs and the outline of his hard-on under his sweats.

“Baby.”

“Hmm?” I mumble in a daze, feeling a tingle in my core.

“What happened to your knees? Did I do that?” he asks, sounding concerned, and my eyes move to focus on his fingers that are once more running over one knee then the other. Seeing the bruise; it’s not huge, but it’s noticeable.

“Mellissa tripped me when I was walking past her at the salon.” I shrug, trying not to make a big deal out of it. She already ruined my dinner. I won’t allow her to ruin our night.

“What the fuck?” he rumbles as I shake my head, pressing my hand against his chest.

“She’s jealous and evil. Honestly, I can’t believe you dated her,” I tell him, moving my hand up to his jaw and running my fingers over it, gaining his gaze.

“We dated in high school,” he explains.

“You still dated her. I can’t imagine she was any different back then.”

“You’re right. She’s always been the same.”

“So why does she think you’re hers now?” I ask. His chest expands on a deep breath, and I can tell he doesn’t want to tell me.

“We hooked up.”

“You slept with her recently,” I clarify, and his jaw begins to tick.

“I hate that you’ve had to see that part of my past. I hate that it keeps popping up, but I can’t change it.”

“I haven’t asked you to change it. I mean, if my ex-sex partners were popping up all the time, coming to the house, showing up at restaurants and your job, you would have to deal, right?” I ask, watching that tick in his jaw turn into a grind, and his hand on my thigh tightens almost painfully.

“Let’s not talk about you being with anyone else,” he grits out.

“Why? You wouldn’t feel the same way about me that you do now?” I question, tilting my head and raising a brow. “Cause that would be a huge double standard.”

“I would learn to deal with it, or I’d end up in jail.”

“Well, I guess I’m just a bigger person than you are,” I say, pressing my lips together to keep from laughing when his eyes narrow.

“You’ve got a smart mouth. Maybe I should give you something to fill it.”

“Yeah, food,” I say, pointing at the bowl next to me, and he smiles, but then his face goes serious.

“I’m sorry about Mellissa, baby. I hate that she did that to you, and I really hate that she ruined our date.”

“She’s not here, so I win.” I smile with a shrug, and his face goes soft.

“You’re too good for me, Ellie.” His hand comes up to rest on the underside of my jaw and his thumb moves across my lips. “Way to fucking good for me, but now that I’ve had you and I’ve fallen in love with your daughter, I won’t give you up. I will never give you up,” he says, leaning in, placing a soft kiss on my mouth, and then moving to the stove before I can reply. I don’t want to hope, but God I’m hoping he’s feeling for me even half of what I’m feeling for him right now.

“Baby.”

“Yeah?” I ask, lifting my gaze to meet his.

“This thing is going to last. We have time, lots of it, to figure it all out. But you and Hope have all of me. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I agree breathlessly, feeling something right settle over me knowing that I’m falling in love with him.

I pray in loving him I will have the family I’ve so desperately craved since my dad passed away.

Hope would be able to have the family I never did. With that thought, anxiety settles in my gut. If things don’t work out, where will that leave Hope? Is it fair to her to give her all of this, only to have it taken away?

“What’s that look?”

Licking my bottom lip, I shake my head, murmuring, “Just spaced out.”

He moves back to stand in front of me once more and takes my face between his large hands. “Tonight, we have pancakes and watch a movie. Tomorrow, we go pick up Hope from my folks and spend the day with her. The next day, Hope is with me during the day while you’re at work, and when you get off work, we’ll have dinner together. The day after that, we figure it out, Ellie, but we’ll figure it out together.”

“Okay,” I agree, because I don’t know what else to do.

“Okay,” he repeats softly then demands, “Now kiss me,” lowering his face toward mine, just far enough away that I will need to be the one to close the gap between us. I know this is a test. If I kiss him, I’m saying I trust him. If I don’t close the gap, I don’t believe in him or us. Lifting up without thought, I press my lips to his. I know this is one of those moments my grandmother told me about, one of the moments when you either have to push your fears aside or let them swallow you whole. I want this, and if this ends up being something beautiful, I know it will have been worth the risk, and if it ends up blowing up in my face, I will just have to survive off of the beautiful moments we make now.

When his lips leave mine and move to press gently to my forehead in a soft touch, I absorb the feeling in my chest and sit back. I watch him move to the stove and turn it on, and then smile as he mixes pancake batter and places the mixture on the pan on the stove top, absorbing everything about this moment. I’m not sure why this point in time seems so important, but I know it is.

*

“How many kids do you want?”

Shifting on the couch so I can see his face, I feel my heartbeat accelerate from the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice. When we finished eating pancakes, he led me into the living room and settled me on the couch between his legs so that my body was half on his. His legs were settled around me, and he turned on the TV to some scary movie that I knew I would end up sleeping through. “Baby,” he says, pulling me from my thoughts.

“I…I don’t know. I guess I never really thought about it,” I say, rolling to my stomach, placing my hands on his abs, one on top of the other, and settling my chin on top of them. “How many kids do you want?” I ask, studying his face.

“Four, if not more.”

“That’s a lot of kids,” I mumble while my stomach begins to warm.

“You don’t want more kids?” he asks softly, running his finger along the edge of my hair then behind my ear.

“I’d like Hope to have brothers and sisters. I know she wants siblings,” I confess, watching his eyes darken in a way that I like a whole lot.

“How long would you have to date someone before you married them and had kids?” he asks, dragging me up his body and adjusting me so I’m straddling his lap.

“What’s with these questions?” I ask breathlessly as his fingers run between my legs, reminding me I’m not wearing any panties.

“Curious,” he groans, palming the back of my head and pulling my mouth toward his as his fingers slide between my folds. He sucks my bottom lip between his lips and nips it with his teeth. “Are you sore?” he asks against my mouth.

“A little,” I whimper as the tip of one finger slides inside me.

“Just a little?” he asks, rolling that finger up and over my clit, causing a mewl to climb up my throat, my nails to dig into his chest, and my hips to jerk forward.

“I wish I could slide inside of you, baby, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” I hiss in distress as his fingers move slowly over my clit and back towards my entrance.

“No,” he growls, flipping me over and moving down my body.

“No! No way!” I shout, realizing what he’s doing and trying to shut my legs. I don’t think I can handle him tormenting me again like he did in the shower.

“Easy,” he rumbles, gently pushing my knees apart.

When he nips the skin of my inner thigh, I cry out as his mouth drops down on my core and his tongue licks up my center, ending at my clit, and my hips lift off the couch and my hand grabs onto his hair, wanting to hold him in place.

“Oh, God,” I breathe when he pulls my clit into his mouth, flicks his tongue across it, and slides one finger gently inside me. Feeling all of that, all of him, my back arches and the heels of my feet press hard into the couch so I can lift closer to his mouth. His hand on my thigh squeezes almost painfully as his tongue laps up my center.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I know I’m close. My body feels coiled and ready to snap at any moment, and his growl and the hook of his fingers against my g-spot send me over the edge. My body begins to shake and my legs attempt to clamp closed as my orgasm washes over me. Feeling his tongue lick up my center once more and the roughness of his jaw run over my inner thigh, my eyes blink open, connecting with his.

“C’mere,” he says, lifting my limp body to his chest and settling me in his lap. Resting against him, it takes a few minutes to come back to myself. My whole body is completely relaxed and the space between my legs is still sending tiny jolts of pleasure through me. Tilting my head back, his chin lowers and his gaze meets mine. He’s always looked at me like I’m something precious, like I’m something he wants to protect, but the look in his eyes now is something different. It’s warmer and softer, somehow sweeter than anything else I have ever seen from him before. The words I love you are on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t get my mouth open to say it. I don’t want to ruin this.