Harley (West Coast Rock Star #1)(57)

 

Jax kept moving towards her, and Cade continued to walk back until her behind hit the cold marble tiles on the wall. He reached for her hands and lifted them over her head, trapping her wrists with one circle of a hand. And his other hand travelled down to massage her breasts, down to her waist and way past her navel. He found her wet, and not just from the shower.

 

"Jax." It was an exhale, rather than a whisper. It didn't matter that his name was all she could say at the moment. He wanted her to scream it.

 

He released her arms and they wrapped around his neck as Jax swallowed Cade's mewl with a kiss. He reached behind her head and cradled her in his hand, tangling his fingers through her wet hair, while his other hand formed circles over her sensitive spot. He was ready. She was ready. They were both heated from not only the steam in the room, but from their own desires.

 

Jax pulled his shirt off, and secretly enjoyed the whimper from Cade when he took his hand away from her. Cade watched him the entire time. She helped with the button of his jeans, hurried and impatient with her movements. His pants dropped in a thump on the floor, together with his boxers. He gazed right into her eyes, and swore that he could live in them forever.

 

Cade pulled him closer, grabbing his bottom with one splayed hand, then she nipped at his bottom lip, releasing it for a second, then slamming her lips with his again. It wasn't graceful. It wasn't soft. Their teeth clashed against each other; their tongues danced.

 

Jax lifted her right leg and propped it over his hip. Before he entered her, he asked, "Say my name again, Cadence."

 

Her pupils dilated as she whispered, "Jackson." It was followed by a loud gasp as he pushed in without warning.

 

In the heated moment, Jax didn't care about his ex, the paparazzi, or whatever else was outside the bathroom. With every inhale and every exhale, all that mattered was Cade, her happiness, her satisfaction, her pleasure. Her moans grew louder, as did his. His movements quickened. He pumped harder, and she gripped him tighter until he lost all of his senses and gave in. He gave her everything, offered her his all.

 

They collapsed down on the floor, over his clothes and her towel, trying to steady their breathing.

 

Jax knew he couldn't lose Cade, not now, not ever. But he needed to be honest with her.

 

"We need to talk, Cade."

 

 

 

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"I can't believe you didn't tell me about it right away."

 

Cade stomped from the bathroom all the way to the lone dresser in the bedroom and took out clothes. She huffed as she got dressed. She tried to ignore Jax as he walked toward her, naked. Boy, did she try, but failed.

 

 

 

        

          

        

         

 

"Can you please get dressed so we can talk about it properly?" she pleaded, pulling her jeans over her thighs.

 

Jax walked back into the bathroom and picked up his clothes, but he didn't put them on. Instead, he turned on the shower, then threw his clothes into the laundry bin.

 

"What are you doing?" Cade asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

 

"Taking a shower," Jax replied, looking relaxed as he threw her a wicked smile. "Want to join me?"

 

Cade threw her hands in the air. "I already had a shower. Jax, you said we needed to talk about this."

 

"Yes, I did, but not when you're angry. Come into the shower and I'll help you relax." Again, he quirked a corner of his mouth, and cocked his head to one side. When she didn't move or respond, he stepped into the stall.

 

Cade fumed. "Jax, c'mon. This is serious." She walked back into the bathroom, and faced the shower stall. She gulped at the sight before her. Jax in the shower, slicked with hot water, lathering soap all over his toned abs, and thighs, and … 

 

Next thing she knew, Jax pulled her in, getting her soaked with her clothes on under the spray. Before she could scream or protest, he planted a kiss on her lips. Right after, he chuckled.

 

"See, isn't this much better?"

 

Cade's shoulders sagged. There was no winning with him. If she wanted to have this talk, it would be in the shower. She removed her clothes again and left it piled in the corner of the stall.

 

Jax looked at her, really looked, from head to toe and back up again, and didn't bother hiding his affected parts, either. He pushed her hair off her face and gave her a soft, chaste kiss. "I want to be with you, Cade. Do you want to be with me?"

 

Cade closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts. When she opened them again, she answered, "Yes, I do, but I don't want to get married. Not yet."