“What if I do? I’m a man. I’m just saying you could have that with a man more suitable and get all those dreams that pretty little head of yours is entertaining.”
“I’m a virgin.”
My breath catches in my throat. I know she is. “I gathered that already. You pretty much gave that away when you said you hadn’t come before.”
“I want you to be my first. I want you to teach me about sex, Jax. I want you to own all of my firsts.”
Motherfucker.
Chapter Fourteen
Bree
Oh God, oh God, oh God! What did I just do?
Oh, I know! I just told Jax I wanted him to be my first…at everything! I can’t let him see that I’m really freaking. I’m doing my best to appear like I’m in control here. If he knew how nervous and scared I was, there would be no way he would agree. Especially, if he knew that he’s right.
I may have only known him for two days, but I definitely want him forever. I know that’s crazy. I know most people would call it stupid, and I definitely know that there’s no way that Jax is looking for any of that, especially with someone he just met. Especially with me. That means I’m going to try and get all I can from him. I may get my heart broken, but at least I can say I tried. And who knows? Maybe he will decide he wants to keep me. Stranger things have happened…right? Please God, let him want to keep me. If he doesn’t I may not survive.
“Christ Almighty, Bree. What in the hell are you thinking?” he says getting up and walking to the window.
“Never mind,” I tell him, feeling stupid. I stand up, intent on nothing else other than to leave. I make it to the door before his hand slams over top of my head, caging me in and fixing it so that there’s no way I can pry the door open. “You don’t get to drop a bombshell like that and leave, sweet Bree.”
“Why are you always calling me sweet? I asked you to stop.”
“You asked me to stop calling you sweets. I did.”
“They’re all the same. I have a name, Jax.”
“You do, and trust me, I’m not about to forget it. It’s just that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that those lips will be the sweetest drink I’ve ever had in my life.”
His words reverberate through me, but it’s the look in his eyes that freezes the very breath in my lungs. It’s that look that gives me courage.
“Then maybe you should kiss me.” I lean up on my toes.
“Bree…”
“Kiss me, Jax,” I urge him, wondering if he can hear the beating of my heart. It seems so loud it echoes in my ears.
“Fuck,” he groans, “I’m going to regret this.” His fingers tangle into my hair to the point of pain.
“I won’t,” I tell him truthfully. No matter what happens, nothing that I do with Jax will ever be a regret. He pulls my lips to him and crushes them with his own.
Heaven.
His tongue sweeps against mine, tasting and exploring. My tongue brushes against his in a counter motion. I can’t breathe as his mouth owns mine, claiming me, ruining me from ever being kissed by another.
Chapter Fifteen
Jax
There comes a moment in every man’s life where he meets his downfall, with this kiss I’m sure mine is Aubree Davis. I don’t have one doubt. The moment my tongue plunges into that sweet mouth, I’m gone. She tastes of sex and the sweetest candy known to man. With one kiss she’s promising pleasure worth dying for. Which is probably apt, since I know touching her practically ensures my death.
My fingers tighten in her hair, moving her exactly where I want her. My other hand is at her neck, feeling her pulse beat, and holding her so that she can do nothing but accept what I give her. Her tongue tentatively comes out to dance with mine and I wage a war with it, overpowering, fighting with it, and demanding submission. Her moan is swallowed down with victory as her body trembles against me.
When we break apart she takes deep breaths, her body vibrating with hunger and a need I’m not sure she understands. Hell, at forty, I’ve never felt anything like it, so I don’t completely understand either. This small, slip of a girl has managed to bring me to my knees. She’s going to destroy me.
“Can we do that again,” she whispers, her delicate fingers touching her lips, her eyes looking at me like I hold all the answers to the mysteries of the universe. I don’t. I’m completely clueless for the first time in my fucking life. However, when a woman looks at you like that, there’s pride that grows deep inside. Pride that makes you want to go out and capture the world for her. Unravel every single question, gather the answers, and give her anything she could possibly want.