Page 23 of Kiss Me

Jax’s hair fell in front of his eye, and for the first time, I realized he might keep his hair longer to help cover his scar.

“Since we left the store, you’ve been deep in your head.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.

It was strange because in so many ways, I felt as if I knew everything there was to know about Jax, but once I said I’d stay, I realized how little I really knew.

“I’ve been thinking about my life in LA.” Jax’s face fell, and I wanted to crawl into his lap and show him how much I wanted to be here with him.

So, what’s stopping me?

Crawling into his lap, I cupped Jax’s scarred cheek. Closing his eyes, he leaned into my touch. “Gabi.” My name on his breath felt like a caress.

Brushing our lips together, his hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer until I could feel our hearts beating as one.

“Tell me what you were thinking.” His dark eyes begged.

“I’ve lived in LA for as long as I can remember, and yet I only have my condo there. A condo that I’ve barely spent more than two weeks a year in. My only friends were my bandmates and Luke and Alex.” His eyes brightened at my confession. “Luke plans to spend most of the year here, and now that I’ve met you—”

“Now that you met me?”

“I’m trying to figure out what I’m doing with my life now that I have all the time in the world and no job to fill it. I can’t think of a better place than Fairlane to spend my time.”

Jax opened his mouth about to speak, but I placed my index finger over his plush lips to quiet him. “I’ll need to go back to LA at some point to get more clothes and a few other things for my stay here.”

“I can live with that,” he said against my finger. He bit the tip, smiling mischievously. “Now,” he thrust his hips up to meet my core. “I can think of better things to do while we sit in front of the fire.”

“Oh.” I ground myself against his denim bulge. “I like the way you think, and I can’t think of a better way to work up our appetite for dinner.”

Jax growled as he flipped me over to lay on the floor. “I’ll have my dessert now.”

Whipping his Henley over his head, I stared at his muscular chest. The sparse hair that covered his pecs and happy trail glinted in the sunlight. Even when it had been dark, I’d known he was gorgeous, but I’d had no idea the true magnitude of his beauty.

Throwing my boots over his shoulder, Jax slipped my jeans and thong down my legs.

Laying down on the floor, his hands caressed up my legs as he kissed up my inner thigh. Strong hands gripped my hips, his thumbs spread me wide open. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Never with all my lovers had I heard such words, and I’d never been more turned on than in that moment. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I pulled him to my aching core. “Stop talking and fuck me with your mouth.”

Jax’s eyes flashed with lust the moment before his warm tongue licked up my center. His mouth made love to my sex. His skill was unparalleled. With only a few well-placed licks and his finger rimming my hole, my back arched off the floor, and I moaned his name like a prayer.

Panting, I ran my hands through his overly-long hair that was smooth as silk. Kissing my inner thigh, Jax rested his head on my leg as he looked up at me. “I could do that all night.”

“Let me return the favor.”

13

Jax

I watchedas Gabi packed whatever she needed from her bathroom. The urge to ask her to move in with me on the tip of my tongue. It was too soon, but I knew if she ever left, I'd never be the same.

Every few minutes, she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled, then went back to shuffling around and throwing something new into her bag.

Looking back at me, she dropped whatever was in her hand and quietly made her way to me. Settling herself on my lap, Gabi smoothed her thumbs over my brows. Her eyes following the movement. Shifting back to see me better, she frowned.

“What’s going on? You've been abnormally quiet the whole day.”

We’d caught an early flight yesterday and planned to stay a few days. I’d never been to California, and since Gabi was a native, she wanted to show me everything I’d been missing. Tomorrow, we’d drive up the Pacific Coast Highway and find a secluded beach to enjoy. Yesterday, she’d showed me all over LA in her convertible as the sun kissed our skin. After one day in her city, I understood why Gabi had been hesitant to stay in Fairlane. California had everything to offer… but me.

Should I ask and risk getting my heart broken?

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