Page 9 of Got to be You

The next time his lips connect with me, he isn’t kissing me but popping a nipple into his mouth instead, tugging and teasing me into oblivion. His tongue is magnetic, sending me higher than air. I can’t get enough. I even find my fingers slipping down his body to play with the waistband of his underwear, slowly tugging them down a little bit until his steel rod pops free and I can wrap my hand around him.

“Oh, wow,” I gush desperately as I feel him, as I stroke him gently. He’s massive. Manly, sexy, needy for my body.Instinctively, my thighs part a little more because I want him so badly right now. “Fuck, Jax.”

He nibbles my neck and traces his own fingers into my panties. The closer that he gets to exploring my wet heat, the better it feels, the more I ache for him. I roll my hips, arch my back, and groan with intense need. He takes his sweet ass time getting to where I need him to be, but as soon as he does explore me, I can’t contain the crazy noises erupting from my chest. I’m bucking and writhing already, gasping for breath, trying to get any air into my lungs at all. Every time he thrusts his fingers into me, he grazes my hypersensitive clit, shooting white-hot pleasure all the way through my body. I feel it all over me, from the tops of my toes to the edges of my fingertips. Right now, Jax is every part of me, and I love it.

“Oh, Jax,” I moan as he sends me closer to the edge. I keep trying to stroke him at the same time, but I can’t keep control of myself anymore. My hands fall back, and I grip onto bedsheets instead because I don’t want to fall off this bed. I’m too scared to ruin this moment. “Oh, my God, that feels so good.”

He spears me with his fingers, sends me to heaven with his touch, and I can’t stop the pleasure from screaming through me, bursting through me, slamming me so hard against the bed. I can’t stop.

“Fuck, Jax.” The waves just don’t stop coming. “Fucking hell, oh, my God.”

I try to grab him because I need to kiss him right now. Thankfully, he knows exactly what I need. He crashes his mouth to mine and swallows up every single scream, every single groan of pleasure.

“I… I need you,” I cry out. “I need you so bad that it hurts. Please, Jax, be with me.”

He whips his fingers away, leaving me exposed and ready for him. He reaches across to his night stand and thankfully, grabs a condom and rolls it down over himself. While he takes that second, I float in post-orgasmic bliss, the glorious sensation flooding me, and I watch him in awe.

My God, he’s beautiful. Every part of him is gorgeous. I just want to be connected to him forever.

By the time he climbs back on top of me, I’m hungry for him all over again. I wrap my legs around him and arch my back to invite him inside. But Jax isn’t ready to cave just yet. He wants to spend a moment with his forehead on mine, just staring lovingly into my eyes. My God, that look is phenomenal. I want to vocalize what he’s doing to me right now, how he’s making me feel, but there are no words.

I don’t need words, anyway. Not when he finally gives me everything that I need and slams into me, filling me up and tipping me over the edge into another round of volcanic eruption. The pleasure is more intense the second time around. It seems to hit me even harder. I don’t know how much more of it I can take, but at the same time, I never want it to end. I want to bask in this glory forever.

I’m in danger, I know I am. I’m on the verge of something that could be very problematic in the future, but in the right now, it feels too good to pull away. Jax and I have a bubble around us. Nothing else and no one else matters when we’re connected like this. It’s just me and him against the world, and honestly, if we make one another feel this incredible, then I’m pretty sure that we will come out on top.

“Oh, wow, I need to keep you with me all the time,” Jax jokes as he rolls over to kiss me lightly on the lips. “In fact, when I go off to be a famous rock star, I’m going to keep you with me.”

“Oh, yeah, you want me to follow you anywhere?” I roll my eyes. “No dreams of my own.”

“You’re a sound engineer. That could work out. You could come and work with me.”

It’s a nice dream, isn’t it? To imagine us making this work forever, despite what life throws at us. Despite my going back to my college and him eventually leaving to live out his dream while I’ll be finding my own. It might not be the most romantic notion in the world to other people, but I would love it.Ifit were possible. But of course, that’s just naive to assume, isn’t it? No one could make that work.

“Yeah, yeah.” I pinch him playfully on the side. “But you know it isn’t going to be a long-term thing, don’t you? I mean, the reasons I wouldn’t give you my number in the first place still remain.”

“I know, I know. But I don’t know if that’s going to stand in our way.” He sighs happily. “I have a feeling that you’re going to fall in love with me. Then you won’t let any barriers get in our way.”

I can’t reply to that… mostly because I’m much too terrified that he might be right. I don’t know if this is the fog of lust running through me, but right now, I feel like maybe I could fall in love with him. It doesn’t matter how much the rational side of my brain is screaming at me. I can’t stop my emotions.

“You should be so lucky,” I say as if I’m joking, but he can probably hear the thickness in my voice. “I don’t fall in love with anyone. I’m a tough nut that you will not be able to crack.”

He pulls me around to kiss him once more, and the way that my heart thumps at a million miles an hour is too much for me. Iknoweverything happening right here is dangerous, but I can’t stop myself. Even if I’m tumbling headfirst into the abyss and there will be no way out, I can’t pull myself away.

“We’ll see.” He shoots me a playful wink. “You will be in love with me before you know it.”

I want to tease him some more and ask him what about the notion that he might fall in love with me as well, but I’m terrified of his answer and how it might make me feel. This is all so overwhelming already.

I’m sinking, falling, and I don’t know where I’m going to land. I have no idea how much it’ll hurt.

7

JAX

Three Weeks Later…

Ring, ring… Ring, ring… Ring, ring…

“Are you going to answer that?” Adam asks me with a laugh as he slings a bag over his shoulder to take with him to class. “Or are you going to stare at the screen like an idiot all day long?”

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