Harley (West Coast Rock Star #1)(47)

 

"What's on your mind?" Jax asked, a teasing tone in his voice.

 

Cade halted making the bed and let herself look at him. All lean muscles, tattoos, a mess of hair, which on Jax just added to the overall appeal-and why did it seem like no one else could wear jeans better than him? She was willing to bet he knew exactly what had crept in her mind. He moved away from the vanity and rounded to the opposite side of the bed.

 

Good, Cade thought, a queen-size bed should keep her hands away from wandering all over Jax. She raised a brow as Jax copied her previous actions of tucking in the bed sheet.

 

"You don't have to do that. I can manage on my own," she protested. "You should be resting before your flight back."

 

He ignored her, finishing off the task, and surprisingly, he had done well. "I worked at a hotel in Bel-Air when I was younger. Not as a chambermaid, but I helped a few of my colleagues, then they split the tips with me," he recalled.

 

Cade proceeded to fluff the pillows. "You're evading. I'm almost done here. If you're worried about Harley staying over here, I can get us a hotel."

 

"I didn't say I was worried." Jax glanced at the open door. Out in the living room, Harley could be heard chatting away with Cade's grandmother. "She's having a lot of fun here."

 

"Yeah." Her voice ended at that. The rest of the words clung in her throat as Jax walked to the door, closed it quietly, and made his way to her.

 

She moaned at the sudden heat that surged through her body when Jax mashed his lips on hers, holding her face with his hands, and his hard toned body pressed against all her softer curves. Jax nudged her backwards and they fell onto the bed, all efforts from before forgotten. His lips on her neck skimmed the edge of her ear, kissed the maddened pace of her pulse, and meandered over her collarbones. Jax could do so much harm and so much good with those lips.

 

He had her lower half trapped between his denim-clad legs. She was hauntingly aware of what else was under those jeans. Blood rushed to her head when his hands sneaked up under her shirt, brushed her skin, and caused her a jolt of a tickle and something else. Something more. Lust.

 

"Jax," she sighed out his name, squirming underneath him, but welcoming his every touch. "Jax." His fingers posed to peel away a cup of her bra.

 

Jax looked up, panting, his lips red and inviting. Then he released her from the trance, his hands moved out from under her shirt, and propped on either side of her. He lowered his head and kissed the V of her cleavage, then shimmied his entire body up so he could press his forehead to hers.

 

"I lost my head for a moment," he confessed.

 

"You think?"

 

"Sorry." And he looked it, his puckered lower lip sucked between his teeth, and his eyebrows drawn together.

 

Cade lifted her hands up to cup his face, and gave him the gentlest kiss, a hover over his lips. "If we were somewhere else, Jax, I wouldn't have stopped you." Then he smiled, and she forgot where they were … for a single beat. "You'll have to help me fix the bed again."

 

His chuckle reverberated into her chest and scooped up her heart. She could have her fun now. He wasn't her employer any longer.

 

When Harley was released from the hospital, Cade offered for them to stop by at her grandmother's house for lunch. Jax needed to return to LA for the concert that night. How he was going to do it with very little sleep, and exhaustion from all the excitement of the previous day, Cade couldn't surmise. He was the one who insisted that Bruno not postpone the concert.

 

 

 

        

          

        

         

 

"Make sure everything's ready when I get there," he had said over the phone.

 

What Jax hadn't counted on was Harley asking to stay with Cade for a few days in Princeton, New Jersey, while she recovered.

 

"Travelling the same day might be harmful for her, Jax," Cade had reasoned. "I don't mind looking after her here."

 

Jax had pouted. "Then maybe I should cancel the concert. I wanted the both of you there."

 

Cade shook her head and captured his lips with her fingers. "Stop pouting. It doesn't suit you. We'll fly out in a couple of days," she had promised.

 

But the thought of being away from him even for a few days wore Cade down. How did this even happen? She was never a clingy girlfriend. What was she thinking? She wasn't his girlfriend at all! They were friends, nothing more. Friends who made the bed together only to mess it up with some heavy petting.