Acts of Desperation(32)

“Are you kidding me?” I said.

“What?” He smiled.

“L.A. Law?” I said, laughing.

“Season’s one through five. I got a box set. Maybe these guys can teach me their tricks,” he said with a smirk. “I hear that Harry Hamlin was a real ladies man.”

We settled in next to each other, and I curled into him as we watched the whole first season. When the ending credits came on, he shut off the TV.

“See, a great series, isn’t it?” I asked.

“A show that combines both humor and drama, what’s not to love?” he said, stone-faced.

“Come on, you liked it!” I slapped his chest, laughing.

“No, I’m teasing. It was a good show. I really liked it. A lot.”

“Oh my gosh, you’re such an ass.”

He chuckled. “Nah, I just like pushing your buttons.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You have room for dessert now? I actually went and picked up something special after I left the courthouse today.”

“Really? What?” I asked.

“I stopped by the Bellamy’s and got their tiramisu,” he said.

“You did? You know how I love those two. Bernie raved about that dessert,” I said. “I officially have room now.”

I followed him into the kitchen and took a seat on one of the barstools opposite the island. He took out a bottle of pink chilled wine and a white dessert box from the fridge. When he opened the bottle, the cork flew out then he poured two glasses.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“I don’t know but Mrs. Bellamy insisted I buy a bottle. She said, ‘You cannotta eatta this, withoutta this.’” I laughed at his fake Italian accent, and his hand gestures mimicking Mrs. Bellamy. “I’m not one to argue with an Old Italian lady, so I did what she said.”

“Oh, it’s bubbly and a little sweet,” I said, after taking my first sip.

He plated a generous single serving of tiramisu and handed me a fork then I took my first bite. The layers were creamy, yet light and fluffy with hints of chocolate and coffee. I drank another sip of the wine and, I must say, if you can have an out of body experience eating dessert, I think I had one that night. It was absolute heaven on a fork. The two flavors of the wine and the dessert combined were phenomenal.

“Ok. I think this might be one of the best things I’ve ever eaten,” he said.

“Yeah, I have to agree. It might even trump dinner.”

We finished up our dessert, and he set the plate in the sink then shut the lights off. He blew out all the candles, and after plugging his phone in next to the stove, we headed up to bed. He led me by the hand up a narrow wooden staircase adorned with a wrought iron railing and into his spacious bedroom.

The headboard of his sturdy king size bed was pushed up against a fully exposed brick wall. I was excited for many reasons, but one was imagining sleeping next to him in it, enveloped in the layers of gray washed velvet and silk. I wondered if he’d used a decorator or just flipped open the pages of a catalog and picked a set. Either way, it was perfect for him. It was masculine in color yet also soft and comfortable.

He stood me at the edge of his bed and slipped off my clothes. I undid his pants, and they fell to the floor along with his boxer briefs. He removed his shirt then I switched positions with him and turned his back to the bed. I pushed him back, and as he fell, I crawled up next to him eager to please. I grabbed his thick shaft and caressed the tip of his sculpted cock. I took all of him in my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue. I massaged his balls, and he let out a moan, driving me to satisfy him. I pumped him into my mouth, my hand chasing my lips, up and down. I felt his need to release as his balls tensed up and his cock hardened in my hand. But that wasn’t what I wanted. I stopped.

“Oh God baby, what are you doing? Don’t stop,” he said through a moan.

“I want you inside me,” I said, straddling him.

He moaned again as I grabbed him and slid him inside of me. I lowered myself down, and groaned, taking all of him. His hands shot out, slapping my ass and holding me in place. He threw his head back and shut his eyes, lifting his hips and pushing himself deeper. I lay on top of him and nestled into his ear.

“Uh uh, look at me,” I said, and he chuckled.

He opened his eyes, and I held his stare, smiling against his lips. I rode him into the night. Sometime shortly after midnight, we drifted off to sleep, completely satisfied and exhausted.

****

Something woke me. I lifted my head and looked over at Jax sleeping, his chest rhythmically rising and falling. I admired him for a few moments, the beauty of his face at rest, so peaceful and pure. His lips were parted slightly as he drew in shallow steady breaths. A stray strand of his dark hair had fallen over his one eye, and I could already see the hint of stubble peeking out from under his skin casting it in a greenish hue in the moonlight. I found myself smiling just watching him, undisturbed and completely relaxed. I put my nose to his chest and inhaled. He smelled like him mixed with a little bit of me, and it was at that moment that I physically felt it. I was falling for him—hard.

But, whatever had woken me hadn’t disturbed him in the least. I always was cursed with being a light sleeper though. I swear I could hear a pin drop in my sleep. I sat still for a second waiting to hear whatever it was again. After a few seconds of silence, I dismissed it. I slipped out of his arms and went to the bathroom off his bedroom. It was on my way back to him that I heard it again—a buzzing sound.