Page 132 of A Little Crush
“Not sure about that, but thanks.”
“I’m serious,” I push. Reaching for his hand, I place it in my lap, hoping the innocent touch will quiet any lingering—and likely toxic—thoughts that I know are still spiraling through his cluttered replay of tonight’s event. “Besides, I figured it out.”
“What?”
“Why you married her.”
He pulls back, surprised. “Oh?”
“Mm-hmm.” My mouth spreads into a grin. “She has really nice boobs.”
His breath of laughter kisses my cheeks as he shakes his head. “Personally, I prefer them like yours.”
I snort. “Sure you do?—”
“I’m serious.” Grabbing the back of my neck, he tugs me toward him, his eyes falling to my mouth. “No one has made me feel the way you do. And I mean that in a very dirty, very literal way.” He dips closer, sliding his fingers through my hair and kissing me. It’s soft at first. Slow. A little tentative, like he can’t decide whether or not I’m mad at him for not exposing our relationship. For not claiming me publicly.
The thing is, I’m not sure I want him to. Not out of force. Willingly, sure. I’m more than ready to take that step, but we aren’t on my schedule. And we sure as hell aren’t on Iris’s, either.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I open up to him, wrapping my fingers around his forearm and shifting closer, craving his touch more than my next breath. With a quiet groan, he slides his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss and dragging it against me. Seconds later, he grabs my hips and picks me up, urging me to straddle him. Silly man. He doesn’t have to ask me twice. Twisting my fingers through his short strands, I play with the hair along the nape of his neck, making myself comfortable in his lap. He’s already hard. It isn’t surprising, but it does quiet my insecurities. He wants me. Hestillwants me. Even after seeing Iris looking drop dead gorgeous in her dress with her boobs on full display. And that reminder? It’s exactly what I need.
“Do you feel me, Beautiful?” He shifts beneath me as if to make sure I’m aware of exactly what he’s referring to. “What you do to me?”
I nod and kiss him again, rubbing myself against him without any shame or embarrassment. And I kind of love that part. That I don’t need to be reserved around him. He makes me feel…cherished and confident in a way I didn’t even think was possible. It’s like with every single interaction we share, he puts another piece of me back together again. A piece I swore was shattered forever after spending so much time convincing myself that the rejection I felt during our first interaction was all I ever deserved. Now it’s nothing more than a blip from my past. And this? This is what I deserve. Me. And Jax. And intimacy. And orgasms. Lots and lots of orgasms.
Tearing his mouth from mine, he moves lower, kissing my throat and chest before stretching the fabric of my T-shirt down. With a laugh, I point out, “Pretty sure you take it off by lifting it over my head, not pulling it down.”
“You think you’re smart, huh?” He holds my gaze hostage as he grips the hem of my shirt and slowly tugs it up and over my head, leaving me in my bra and jeans. “Give me these perfect tits.”
I arch my back, rolling my hips against him as he drags the cup of my bra down, then takes me in his mouth. Swirling the tip of his tongue along my nipple, I gasp. Blown away by what the heat of his mouth does and how it feels directly connected to my empty core.
“Need you,” I breathe out. “Need you right?—”
Hades lifts his head from the floor, hearing something I don’t. I stop moving to listen.
There it is. Poppy’s whimpers.
My head rolls forward, and I squeeze my eyes shut. “She’s awake,” I announce.
“She’s awake,” he confirms. He bends down and kisses my nipple again, blowing softly before tucking my bra back into place, grabbing my waist, and setting me on the cushion beside him.
“That was just mean,” I point out, catching my T-shirt as he tosses it to me.
“You’re not the one who’s gonna be walking around with blue balls for the rest of the night.”
“Girls can have blue balls,” I argue.
“Can they?”
“I have no idea, but it doesn’t mean you’re the only one who’s a little disappointed they didn’t get a solid orgasm out of this.”
“I’ll make it up to you.” He kisses me again, as deep and needy as before. “Now, put your shirt on. I’m gonna get Pops.”
I rumple the fabric, slipping my shirt over my head just in time to see Jaxon disappear into the bedroom.Andhe’s a good father? Seriously. How is that man so freaking attractive? I bite the bottom of my lip to keep from groaning.
So. Freaking. Perfect.
He returns ten seconds later with Pops in his arms, and you would think it would help the libido, but nope. Watching a sexy man dote on his baby girl is gasoline to an already lit flame.
