Breathe with Me (With Me in Seattle, #7)(35)

“It sounds like fun,” Mer says with a smile.

“Can I trust you in Vegas?” Logan asks Jax. “Liquor and beautiful women and all that debauchery and shenanigans?”

“I may come home married, but those are easily annulled. You know, it’s Vegas.”

Logan leans in to whisper in Jax’s ear and Mer’s jaw drops when Jax’s cheeks flush and he clears his throat then coughs into his hand.

“Point taken,” Jax says and rests his chin in his hand, unable to look anyone in the eye, but looking very smug.

I lean over and whisper into Mer’s ear, “Go take your panties off.”

She raises a brow but wipes her mouth with her napkin and excuses herself from the table. When she returns, she sends me a wicked smile and under the cover of the tablecloth passes her panties to me, which I immediately tuck into my pocket.

“Good girl,” I murmur and kiss her hand.

“So, Logan, Jax tells me you’re an architect,” Meredith says after our food arrives.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies. “Going on almost fifteen years now.”

“Good for you,” she replies, and I can see that she’s trying to figure the age difference in her head. “Would I have seen any of your work in Seattle?”

“Probably,” he says. “My firm has worked on several of the buildings downtown.”

I offer Mer a bite of my carne asada and while she chews, I lean in and whisper, “I’m going to spend about an hour with my face planted between your legs tonight.”

She gasps and coughs, and I pass her a water glass. “Are you okay, baby?”

She nods and swallows the water and then narrows her eyes at me. “I’m fine.”

I chuckle and resume eating my meal, enjoying the way Mer’s cheeks have flushed and the pulse in her neck has sped up.

She’s f*cking turned on.

Of course, that’s the point.

“How long have you been dancing?” Logan asks Meredith.

“Since I could walk,” she replies with a laugh. “I’ve always been in a dance class of some sort. I danced professionally for just under ten years.”

“Good for you. I’d love to watch you and Jax dance sometime.”

“Come to the studio tomorrow,” she replies. “We have rehearsal early in the morning.”


“On a Saturday?” I ask with a frown. “You usually take weekends off.”

“Not this weekend. We have to make sure the routine is perfect before we head to LA on Monday,” Jax replies. “You can come watch if you want,” he tells Logan.

“I do,” Logan says.

“Hopefully you won’t have to witness me land on my ass anymore,” Mer says and glares at Jax. “This one likes to throw me around.”

She shifts her legs, uncrossing and recrossing them under the table, and the thought of her bare * under those jeans makes my cock throb.

“Will you excuse us, please?” I stand, pulling Meredith with me. “I have to talk to Meredith about something.”

I turn and lead her away from the table without waiting for an answer. We walk into a dark hallway that separates the restaurant and the bar and when we’re out of sight from nearby tables, I cage her in against the wall and press my thigh against her *, cup her face in my hands and kiss her hard and deep. No lead in. No softness, just hot kisses.

She clamps her hands on my arms, holding on tight when I drag my nose down her jaw to her ear and growl. “I need to get you home and bury myself inside you for hours. The thought of how wet you are right now is making me crazy.”

“Let’s go—” she begins but I interrupt her.

“No. We’re going to spend some more time with Jax and Logan and make small talk and you’re going to know the whole time how f*cking hard I am for you. Just you.” I kiss her again and boost her up on the wall with my thigh, making her moan softly. “You make me nuts.”

“I’m feeling a little nutty right now myself,” she whispers and pushes her hands through my hair. “I like it.”

“You’re going to f*cking love it.”





Chapter Nine


Meredith



“Everything okay?” Jax asks when Mark and I return to the table. My * is throbbing in anticipation and my cheeks feel hot. It’s a wonder I don’t have I’M ABOUT TO GET LAID tattooed on my forehead.

“Fine,” I reply and sit in my chair, then squirm a bit in my seat, trying to relieve the ache between my legs. Mark is trying to kill me.

Death by horniness.

Mark lays his hand on my thigh and it slowly drifts up to rest just below the juncture of my legs. I cover his hand with mine and squeeze out of pure self-preservation. His lips twitch when I glance up at him.

“That was delicious,” I announce and push my plate away, ready to get the hell out of here.

“You barely ate anything,” Jax says.

“I’m full,” I insist.

“Did you save room for dessert?” Logan asks and gazes at the dessert menu. “The churros with chocolate sauce sound good.”

“Yes, let’s get dessert,” Mark agrees and squeezes my thigh. “We have time.”