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My hand drifts from holding Jax’s to stroking his thigh, sliding higher every few moments. Allowing my desire for this man, to luxuriate in the feel of his strong thigh under my fingers, is so much better than thinking about Dell pinning me in that booth or dwelling on how it felt knowing I couldn’t get away from him.
It’s also better than thinking about what Jax has just promised me and how desperately I want to believe him. I want to believe him, but I don’t. Everyone lies. Everyone looks out for themselves in the end.
It’s why it was so easy to forgive him. I expect people to lie to me. But I want more from him now. I want to trust him, to be able to expect the truth from him.
I’m not sure where that’s coming from, but I definitely don’t like it.
It’s so much safer and easier to expect the worst from people.
Luckily, sex is an excellent distraction.
Maybe it’s not healthy, but it’s what’s working for me right now.
Jax looks down at my hand on his thigh. “How much higher are you planning on going?”
I wasn’t really paying attention to how close I was getting to the very impressive bulge in his jeans. “Am I distracting you from driving?”
He glances over at me, his gaze hot. “I mean, we are progressing to third base pretty fast.”
I pull my hand away. “Are you not okay with that? Shit? I didn’t even ask if you wanted my hand on you.”
He grabs my hand and puts it back on his thigh, right where it was before. “I will always want your hands on me.”
“I like the sound of that.” I like the feel of him and the way his lips turn up at the corners along with his eyes, his whole face smiling. Then I slide my hand up over the bulge and he stops smiling.
The car is still moving forward, his eyes focused on the road ahead, but the atmosphere has changed. I feel it over my entire body, like my skin is on fire and my hands are itching to feel his skin, to have him surround and consume me.
“Still okay?” I ask.
“Mm-hmm.”
I’m practically giddy with thoughts of all the ways I can drive him out of his mind. I pop the button on his jeans and he blows out a breath. “I’m not sure…”
“Want me to stop?”
He glances over at me, then back at the road, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “God, no.”
He takes the turn and starts up his driveway as I slide my hand into his pants and grip his hard cock. It’s thick. So thick my fingers barely meet around it. I slide my hand up and cup the head.
Jaxon slams the brake and puts the car in park. “Holy shit, that feels good.”
“I guess it’s been a long time since you’ve had someone else’s hands on you?” Based on the gossip news I read, it’s been at least six months.
He lifts his head and looks at me. “Too long since I’ve had someone touch me who I want the way I want you.”
That makes me want to ask so many questions. Like, did he even really like his ex? And how long has it been since he’s wanted someone as much as he wants me?
I can’t remember ever wanting anyone as much as I want him.
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, now isn’t the time for questions. I shove down his pants and boxer briefs just enough to get a look at him. It’s not enough. I want to see him fully nude.
I’ll have to wait for that, but I don’t have to wait to taste him. I lower my head to lick the rounded tip of him and… His phone rings.
He groans. “Shit. The PI said she’d call with an update. I have to answer.”
I sit up, not bothering to hide my disappointment, both that I don’t get to finish what I started, and that reality has interrupted our moment.
He pulls me to him and gives me a long, lingering kiss. “I’ll make it up to you. I swear.”
