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I held on, relishing in the wonder in Jax’s voice, as if this weren’t a regular occurrence for him. If it was, a climax that powerful, I didn’t want to know. His head dropped down to my chest as I continued to hold him, not willing to let go.
“Fuck,” he said again.
Yes, we did.
I wanted to say it aloud, make him laugh. But my voice wasn’t working yet. Maybe I’d blown it out screaming his name so loud. We were definitely getting tossed from this hotel.
When he finally lifted his head, Jax smiled.
“What?” I asked.
“Are you hungry?”
Odd question.
“Not really, why?”
It hit me just as he said, “I have dessert.”
* * *
Turned out, dessert was a cannoli.
“Who knew you liked ricotta?” I asked.
We sat on the balcony, the sea nothing but a swath of darkness before us. Since I’d completely forgotten a change of clothes for the night, having tossed only an outfit for tomorrow and some toiletries into my bag, I wore the hotel’s robe. Jax sat across from me, sipping the wine he’d purchased, as if we needed more to drink, in shorts and a tee.
We both looked as if we’d been thoroughly fucked. Because we had. The second time as hot as the first, Jax licking cannoli cream from places that probably were making me blush thinking about it. Thank goodness it was too dark out here to see well.
“What else don’t I know about you?” I asked.
“A lot, I’m sure.”
“Like? Tell me something nice,” I said.
Jax’s arched brows were his only response.
“Come on. Counterbalance the nature-hating image I have of Jaxon Hayes.”
“I don’t hate nature, sunshine.”
I sort of loved that Jax had taken to using that nickname.
“Forget I said that.” Even though he totally hated nature, I shouldn’t have brought it up. “Tell me something nice.”
“Nice,” he repeated, as if the word was so foreign to him Jax couldn’t quite wrap his brain around it. I took a sip of wine, wondering what time it was, and alternatively not caring, as I waited. The wedding was at four o’clock tomorrow with the reception immediately following, so there’d be plenty of time to sleep in and get back to the apartment.
I waited.
“When my grandmother was sick, I visited her every day. We were really close. She had a roommate with no family, which bothered me well after Gram died. So I started volunteering at the hospital, sitting with patients who had no one to visit them. Eventually I got a few other kids to come too.” He shrugged. “Basically started a little program.”
My jaw dropped. “Kids? How old were you?”
“High school.”
No. Fucking. Way. “You started a program at the hospital to bring comfort to lonely patients?”
“Sit with them. Read to them. Whatever. Yeah. It’s still running,” he said with a hint of a smile. I could tell he was proud, as he should be. “Does that qualify?”
