Before You (Before You #1)(71)
“Don’t stop,” she moaned incoherently.
Nothing could make him stop. He’d do this all night if she’d let him. Buried deep inside her, he looked into her amber eyes burning with desire as he pulled out and plunged in even deeper, quickening his pace.
After a few short thrusts, her body began to convulse around his, milking him as her thighs closed even tighter around his waist. Fuck, he’d never get enough of her. He gritted his teeth to hold back the hard pleasure starting to race down his spine. Then, she dug her nails into his back, crying out his name as an intense spasm racked her body, squeezing him tighter than he could withstand and he exploded with a reverent groan as his own orgasm ripped through him.
Overwhelmed, Jax collapsed on top of her and rolled them onto their sides, facing each other, both of them panting and completely exhausted. With her silky brown hair spread out on the pillow, basking in the afterglow, she looked so beautiful his chest ached. He’d had plenty of sex in his life, but nothing compared to what he’d just experienced with Bre. It was more intense, more primal, and he felt more connected to her than ever before. He lazily stroked up and down her back, watching her golden eyes droop heavily.
“Rest,” he whispered.
“I don’t want to sleep. We need to talk about what we’re going to say to Cam. I don’t want to hide this from him any longer.”
Propping himself up on one elbow, he looked down at her with sham indignity. “I think I read somewhere that talking about one man while you’re in bed with another is bad form.”
Grinning at him, she said, “You’re right. That was very bad form. Forgive me?” She smiled infectiously.
“Given the circumstances and your quick repentance, I agree to overlook it.”
“Thanks.” She trailed her fingers down his arm, her eyes shining with love. “It’s just… I don’t know. I don’t want to waste time hiding that we’re together and risk that he’ll find out from someone else.”
“Me neither, but I don’t want to talk about him anymore tonight. I want to hold you.”
She sighed. “You’re right. I don’t want to talk about him, either.”
“Close your eyes. You’re tired from everything that happened today, and we have all day tomorrow to talk,” he said, brushing his lips against her forehead. “We’ll have plenty of time to figure it out before anyone knows. Tonight is about us, not him.”
She burrowed her head into his chest and fell asleep almost immediately. He wasn’t too far behind.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Propped up against the ivory quilted leather headboard in Jax’s bed, Bre sipped her coffee, letting the steam swirl around her face as Jax strummed his guitar on a chair in front of a sleek, rectangular fireplace. Smiling, she noticed that he looked lost in his thoughts as he hummed a tune in time with the slow, steady strokes against his guitar.
From the first time she saw him singing at the bar she loved watching him play, and now she couldn’t stop grinning at the personal show this morning. Bre closed her eyes and swayed to the melody, forgetting the chaos of the past couple weeks.
“You like that?” His deep voice interrupted her thoughts.
She opened her eyes only to be met by Jax’s stunning smile and radiant gray eyes. “Yes. You have mad guitar skills, but your voice is even better, if that makes sense.”
“Do you know how to play?”
“Cam tried to teach me when we were in high school, but he doesn’t have much patience.”
“Well, it’s your lucky day then, because my middle name is patience.” He rose from the chair, holding the guitar by its neck, and crawled on the bed. He handed her the guitar. “Let me hear it.”
She fumbled with the guitar and then let it drop into her lap. “I can’t remember where to put my fingers.”
A slow sexy smile spread across his face. “Are you sure you aren’t trying to get me in a comprising position again?”
“Jerk,” she said playfully, hitting him on the shoulder.
“Here, crawl to the edge of the bed so I can get behind you.”
“Now who’s trying to getting who into a compromising position?”
“Me. Always. Don’t you forget it.” He straddled her back and placed her hands into position. “This is a simple C chord,” he whispered near her ear.
Her finger strummed the string a few time. “Okay.”
He moved her hands again. “This is a simple G chord.” He dropped his hands, resting them on her bare thighs and she shivered, suddenly very aware that she was only wearing one of Jax’s t-shirts that barely covered the tops of her thighs. She hadn’t bothered to put her underwear back on after last night.
“Go ahead,” he coaxed, his chin leaning on her shoulder.
She strummed the chord a few times and his hand started trailing up the inside of her thigh. “Mmm,” she murmured almost involuntarily.
“You like that?” he questioned, nibbling lightly on her ear.
“Yes,” she replied breathlessly, relaxing her hold on the guitar.
“No,” he replied, placing his hands on top of hers once again. “Play.” He moved her into position again and kissed the side of her neck. “Now this is the D chord.”