Page 71 of Find Me

I lose track of time as I soak in the artwork around me until the sound of a door closing causes me to jump and my heart to race. I look to the office door, half expecting Jax to come charging in looking for me, but the house remains quiet.

I make my way out of the office and resume my initial search for the kitchen and a hot cup of tea. I find what I’m looking for and quickly get to work filling the kettle and finding a mug. I lift myself up onto the counter as I wait for the water to boil, sitting on the cold gray marble as my legs dangle off the edge.

“This is a sight I could get used to.”

I jump, having not heard Jax step into the kitchen over the sound of the kettle whistling.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me,” I exclaim, lifting a hand to my chest as I wait for my heart to resume its normal rhythm. I look at him, his gray sweats hanging low on his waist and his hair wet as if he also just stepped out of the shower.

It should be illegal to look this good first thing in the morning, I think to myself, already feeling my nerves tingling in his presence.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that it’s rude to stare?” He smiles as mischief dances behind his eyes.

“You know,” I say back, my voice thick with sarcasm, “some would say it’s rude to keep girls locked in your bedroom, but here we are.”

“You weren’t locked in my bedroom, clearly.” He gestures to me sitting on the counter.

“Semantics,” I say, a smile crossing my own lips.

He stands across from me, leaning against the kitchen island and looking me up and down. A shiver courses through me as I feel his gaze devour me, and I feel the blush creep onto my cheeks before I can stop it.

The fire in his eyes and the smile on his face make it clear he knows the effect he has on me.

“I have to say I’m quite relieved,” he muses, his eyes piercing into my soul.

“Hmm?”

“That I get to start my morning enjoying a hot drink with you instead of organizing a manhunt across the city,” he says playfully.

“You’re hilarious,” I reply dryly, and his smile greets me once again. “I was just trying to find some tea; I wasn’t looking for a way out or snooping or anything,” I say quickly, and he raises an eyebrow at me before I continue. “Your house is huge by the way. And pretty. And your art is amazing,” I say without thinking. I freeze as I catch my mistake.

“I thought you said you weren’t snooping?” He smiles, shifting his weight forward off of the counter and stepping towards me.

My blush deepens and I grip the edge of the counter to keep myself from throwing myself at him. “I mean, I was looking for the kitchen and just stumbled across it.”

“It’s fine, look all you want. As long as you promise not to run away, we won’t have any issues here.”

His body reaches my knees, and he leans into me, his green eyes inches from my own. I resist the urge to reach out to him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how malleable I am under his stare, how my freshly showered hair is no longer the only thing that’s wet.

“Promise,” I say quietly, as my heart rate speeds up.

“Good. Now, what do you want for breakfast?” he asks, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I’m fine with tea for now, but don’t let that stop you from getting something for yourself.”

“I know exactly what I want to eat for breakfast, and it’s right in front of me,” he says with a devilish grin on his face and desire in his eyes.

An ache settles deep within me, and all rational thoughts leave my mind as I find myself under his spell once again. I open my legs, hooking them around his waist as his lips come crashing down on mine. Electricity courses through me as our lips meet, and it never ceases to amaze me how much I feel when my body touches his. He pauses for a moment, running his hands through my hair as he nips at my lips playfully before drawing me in for another kiss. The ache within me intensifies, and I find myself filled with a hunger only he can satiate. He breaks away, leaving me panting and wanting more of him, and I instinctively lean towards him.

With a roguish grin, he scoops me up effortlessly and carries me to the kitchen table, laying me down gently. I prop myself up on my elbows, taking my time looking at every single inch of him.

“You sure you’re not hungry, love?” he asks, his breathing heavy and the extent of his desire now visible through his sweats. His hands run up and down my thighs, before gently pulling my pants and underwear down over my hips, leaving them in a pile on the floor beside us. I should be embarrassed with my entire lower half bare in front of him, but there’s something about Jax that makes me bold under his gaze.

“If I was, would you stop to make me breakfast?” I say playfully, my breathing uneven and my core pulsing with need.

His hands on my legs go still, and the desire in his eyes flicker as he stares at me unabashedly, no doubt seeing just how aroused I am.

“If you ask me to stop, I will,” he says, biting his lip as he takes a ragged breath. “But trust me when I say there is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do to taste you on my lips right now.”

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