Scandal:The Complete Series(25)
As soon as I hit enter, my eyes haze over the numerous headlines posing questions about Jaxson and his mysterious girlfriend. The pictures are totally incriminating, showing Jaxson and me in a passionate kiss, so close to each other not even a needle could fit between us.
“Have you seen all this already?” I say when he comes back carrying two plates of food.
“Yes,” he says, “I have indeed.”
“There’s no mention of my name anywhere. They don’t know who I am and my face can’t really be seen.”
He bends his face at me. “Trust me, if anyone wants to find out your name, they will do so quite easily.”
“But why would they care?”
“You don’t know how this industry works, I guess, despite your infamous profession.”
I shrug. “Anyway, it’s meaningless. Some other minor scandal will pop up soon enough and they’ll forget all about us.”
“Come here,” he says, patting the spot on the couch beside him.
Moving from the armchair by the window where I’ve been sitting to join him on the couch already has me aching in anticipation of his touch.
“Do you like eggs?” he says.
I nod because I do. I have eggs almost every day.
“What about strawberries?”
“I love strawberries. Anything that’s red, really. Tomatoes, cherries, watermelon. I could live just on red produce.”
“Good,” he says, offering me a plate with a veggie omelet and a strawberry parfait on the side.
“Yum,” I say as I put the food in my mouth. “That’s delicious, Jax.”
“Thank you,” he says, taking a few bites off his plate. “You must know that I live for compliments not related to my appearance. Any progress on the investigation?”
“I’ve no idea. I turned my phone off this morning so I wouldn’t have to speak to anyone. It’s still off actually.”
“And why would you do that, Ella Wade?” he says, using his fingers to wipe a few crumbs off my lips.
“I guess I felt overwhelmed,” I say, maybe blushing a little.
“What if I had called to cancel our plans?”
“Well, that would have been unfortunate.”
He takes the plate from my hands and sets it down on the table before he pulls me onto his lap. There’s an unmistakable bulge in his shorts and it makes my heart race a little.
His lips search for my neck, tickling me. I put my hands under his shirt, pulling it over his head. He helps me, raising his arms, until the shirt is off and my hands rest on his sculpted chest for the first time. His heart pounds quickly under my fingers and his breathing quickens. I love the effect I have on him, the little vulnerability that fights against his cockiness.
I let my hand slide down over his impressive six pack and then I feel it—a wide, dark pink scar that begins under the left side of his rib cage and wraps all the way around to the middle of his back. “What is this?”
Kisses rain down on me, on my face, my lips, my neck and my chest and I realize that he doesn’t want to talk about the scar.
He hasn’t seen me naked yet but I have. I’ve seen his pictures. There are no scars in the pictures. Yes, I googled him last night like a shameless stalker, okay? So, sue me. It’s the time we live in.
He must sense that my thoughts are taking over because now he goes straight for the star buttons on my lovely lilac blouse with the bare back that I put on just for him. He undoes the buttons one by one, letting the blouse hang open on the front. I don’t have a bra on. My breasts are perfectly outlined under the thin fabric, waiting for him.
Jaxson slides a hand inside the opening of the blouse, taking one breast in his palm. My mind goes blank as a bunch of nerve endings are being attacked mercilessly.
“Sweet little babies,” he says softly. His thumb teases my nipple for a while and then his hand pushes the fabric aside so he can suck the little bud into his mouth. I arch my back, unable to withhold my moaning sounds.
He surprises me, picking me up by my ass in one scoop. I wrap my legs around his waist. My breasts are being smashed against his rock-hard chest. He plants a kiss on my nose and then one on my lips. I don’t know why, but I bite his lower lip hard until he yelps.
“Bad, bad girl,” he says. “You need a lesson or two.”
“And who will teach me?” I say, laughing in his face.
“All right, that’s it.” His powerful legs start walking for both of us, his hands squeezing my ass tight.
He carries me up the stairs like I’m weightless and lays me out on the biggest bed I’ve ever seen with a canopy the color of milk chocolate above us. The sheets under my back cool down my hot skin somewhat.