Before You (Before You #1)(60)
Pulling her hand out of his hold, she stepped backwards, pressing the back of her legs into the edge of the conference table. “So go ahead. Tell me how you’re going to hang on any and every woman in the vicinity while I’m visiting Cam so you can prove a point.”
Jax scoffed. “That’s ridiculous,” he spat out, his deep voice thick and laced with bitterness. “I’m not trying to prove a point. I don’t have a hidden agenda. I just refuse to sit around and wait for you to realize you don’t want to be with Cam anymore. If that means I flirt with another woman, then so be it. Right now, you have no reason to complain.”
Bre plastered a fake smile on her face, and she pushed her body away from the table. “You’re right. I didn’t mean to complain about the inevitability of being another unremarkable woman on your long list of forgettable nights.”
“Wrong,” he said, stepping in front of her, invading her space, looking large and overwhelming against the bright white walls. “You could never be unremarkable or forgettable.”
“Jax, it doesn’t matter. You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better,” Bre stated, shaking her head skeptically.
“You don’t believe me,” Jax said, with his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he touched her arm.
“Let’s just say that I find it easier to believe that I don’t mean anything to you.”
Placing his glass of whiskey on the table, he raised both of his hands on either side of her face, and he whispered softly, “That couldn’t be further from the truth. I want you. I want to be with you, only you. Tell Cam it’s over. I know you’re afraid, but we’re good together. I’m good for you. Let’s try this.”
“Incredible,” Bre said disbelievingly as she released an exaggerated breath.
“What’s incredible? Me?” Jax replied, with a flirtatious grin.
“Your opinion of yourself. Your ego is so inflated I’m surprised you don’t float away.” She glared at him without any heat because she felt herself softening toward him.
Jax turned to the side, and Bre noticed his bright white smile. His smile always unnerved her, so devilish and charming.
“What’s so funny?”
Jax looked back at Bre, capturing her with his gaze. Then, one of his hands trailed along the side of her face to the nape of her neck and down to the small of her back. Excruciatingly slow, he pulled Bre closer to him until the front of their bodies met and her nipples tingled with awareness. Bre dug her nails into the palms of her hands in an effort to control her reaction to him. Even though she wanted to crawl all over him and lick every inch of his skin to see if he tasted as good as her alcohol soaked memory, she couldn’t do it. It wasn’t fair.
“Nothing. Everything. I love being with you. I love everything about you even when you’re trying to get rid of me.”
Before she could respond, Jax’s lips brushed over hers. Reluctantly, she forced her hand between their bodies, intending to push him away. She refused to let this happen again, especially with Cam floating around the hotel somewhere, but when her hand brushed the toned contours of his chest, she gasped and his mouth took advantage. As his tongue swirled around hers, she could feel the desperation and need in his kiss and it made her knees weak. Consumed by the moment and by him, she leaned in and kissed him back with every ounce of need she’d been bottling up since he walked out her door seven days ago. God help her, she wanted this man like she never imagined she’d want anyone.
His hands crept down the side of her hips to the hem of her dress, sending shivers cascading through her body. Moving lower, his fingers danced along the hem, taunting her. Every last thought of pushing him away faded and instead her hands clenched the soft lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him closer, not wanting any space between them, needing him more than she needed her next breath.
He shifted his head so he was kissing her exposed neck, slowly making his way down the top of her body, his heated breath and kisses fanning her skin beneath the black lace. His hands drifted down to her breasts and he fondled her until her nipples were hard and feverish beneath the delicate lace. Moaning, she buried her hands in his thick brown hair, loving the texture of it against her fingers.
Slipping out of her hold, his gaze drifted over her body, making her burn with longing. “Did I tell you that you look f*cking amazing in this dress?”
She shook her head, too mesmerized by his lust-filled gaze to say anything.
The hand that had been relentlessly teasing her thigh slid underneath her dress, stopping near the apex of her thigh and white-hot lust erupted through her body. Mindless, she flexed her hips forward, demanding, without words, for him to continue. At this moment, she would do anything for this man, for his touch.
Jax’s head lifted and his scorching gray eyes, now sensually hooded, met hers. “God, Bre, I can’t stay away. Don’t ask me to.”
“Jax,” she muttered huskily, not wanting to hide from her feelings for one more second. “I love being with you. I don’t want you to stay away. Touch me.” She shook her head, knowing what she was asking was reckless. She may even regret it later, but she forced that thought out of her mind. Right now, she wanted to embrace the moment. “…god this is so confusing,” she mumbled.
“It doesn’t have to be,” he said, leaning his forehead against hers, his fingers playing with the edge of her panties. “You’re thinking too much. Just feel.” Then, his head dipped and his lips pressed to hers again, more forcefully this time. The kiss was rich…possessive…and punishing. He slid the bottom of her dress upward, leaving a trail of fire in his wake, until it rested around her waist. With his fingers unexpectedly digging into her hips, he pushed her backwards until the edge of the table was biting into the back of her legs. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her onto the top of the conference table with shocking ease. He nudged her legs apart and his erection pressed into her achy center, rocking against her until her aroused body hummed with eagerness.