My eyes widened, and my temper flared again. “Because I didn’t tell her! She figured it out the morning after our first night together. She’s not mentally challenged.”
“Clearly.” He closed the space between us and reached for both of my hands. “You still should have told me. It seems I’m batting a thousand.” His deep blue eyes were mesmerizing, and I felt myself giving in the minute he touched me. His thumbs began stroking over both of my hands as he held them in his. “I’m sorry. I overreacted this morning. It’s not your fault that Luke would want to spend time with you or get your help. You’re gorgeous and brilliant. What pisses me off is that he wanted to keep it from me by tricking you into asking to be my T.A.”
“He’s intimidated by you.”
Jax huffed, perplexed. “That’s stupid.”
“Is it?” He was so smooth, sophisticated, and just… everything. Anyone would be. I was still torn between my need to be completely honest with Jax and honoring Luke’s request that I keep the fact he was working on a manuscript secret. It wasn’t my story to tell, but it put me in an awkward position.
Jax stood looking at me until his eyes dropped to my mouth, stepping even closer. He smelled amazing, as he always did and my body reacted to his nearness, the solid wall of muscled chest in front of me, his sensuous mouth, and the warmth of his breath rushing over me. Jax dropped one of my hands and slid his fingers over my cheek to reach behind my head to tangle in the curtain of my dark hair.
“Didn’t you hear me say I’m sorry, Addison?” His voice was low with the sensual tenor it always carried.
“I did. Thank you.” I pulled free and surprised him when I stepped away.
“So, then?” His expression was laced with confusion. “Are we good?”
I could feel his eyes watch my every move, but he didn’t immediately deny it. “I didn’t want you to see this place,” I admitted, rinsing out the cereal bowl and spoon Michelle had left in the sink. I grabbed a dish towel and started to dry them.
“You don’t have to be ashamed of your apartment. Columbia University is expensive. I’m proud of you.”
“I’m not ashamed. It’s just so different than what you’re used to.” I put the dish and silverware away in our makeshift cupboard. “I guess it is humbling.” He was successful on his own but came from money so I couldn’t imagine him ever living in a place like this.
“My father made us work our way through college. I lived in a frat house.”
“Oh.” I wasn’t sure why we’d never spoken of it before.
His hands settled onto my shoulders and slid down my arms, then back up again in a gentle, sensual caress. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not here to see your apartment. I’m here to see you and to take you out for the day. I had plans, and I didn’t want to let my little outburst to ruin the day. Don’t be mad at me.”
“You don’t trust me, Jax.” I was fidgeting, nervously trying to tidy the room.
“It isn’t that I don’t trust you, babe.” I did my best not to fall prey to his touch so I could say what I needed to say.
Tears flooded my eyes. I desperately wanted to spend more time with him. I was so happy when we were together; it still felt like a dream, but he hadn’t said he trusted me. “Why don’t you trust me?” I asked, sadly. “I’ve never done anything to make you doubt me.”
“I know.” He pulled me back against his body as his head bent to nuzzle at my neck. “I’m feeling things… I’m not used to feeling.” Jax pulled the hair back to give him full access to the sensitive place he knew drove me crazy.
Butterflies started in my stomach at his admission and the low ache that always took purchase deep inside me whenever he touched me began to burn. His fingers ghosted over the skin of my neck, followed closely behind by his hot, open mouth. It would be easy to give in and just move past our little spat, easy to melt into his arms and let my heart and body drown in him.
“What are you feeling?” I asked in rapt anticipation of his answer, but needing to hear it I leaned back, letting him take most of my weight, arching my neck to give his hungry mouth more access. I could feel his erection pressing into my bottom, and my back arched automatically pressing into it.
Jax groaned, his hands starting to roam the front of my body; cupping my breast with one, his other moving below my waist to begin kneading my sex over my jeans. “I want you. In my life and my bed.”
“God,” I breathed. “Jax, we should talk about this.”
“Why? Talking is overrated.” He continued to work his magic. I longed to turn in his arms and find his mouth with mine.
I should just shut up and let him make love to me. It was what my body and heart wanted so why couldn’t I just go with it?
“I have to tell you something,” I persisted. If this was getting serious, it was important to be honest.
It was Jax who turned me in his arms so he could meet my eyes, sobering. “What is it?”
“Yes, Luke wants me to be your other T.A. to alleviate some of the workload, but there’s more to it.”
“Of course, there is.” His brow dropped low, and his eyes narrowed. I could see jealousy and anger flaring deep in the depths of his magnificent blue eyes, though he didn’t let it loose. His head cocked to one side; his ardor from a few minutes before suddenly cooled. “In what way?”
I mentally chastised myself for even mentioning it. I could have just told Luke I couldn’t help and left it alone. He’d be making love to me, and I wouldn’t be twisted in knots. “You have to understand that I want to tell you, but he’s asked me not to share the details.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“I hate being in this position.”
“He put you there, not me, so what is it? Addison?” he almost demanded. “You want me to trust you, so tell me. Whatever it is, just spit it out. You’ve got to decide where your loyalty lies.” There was no question, but still… I felt like I was letting Luke down.
“Do you promise not to confront him?”
Jax was standing back from me now, all contact was cut off. “No.” He looked ominous, his stance alone demanding an answer. “And, you’re going to tell me anyway.”
I should have known that would have been too much to ask for and something I shouldn’t have expected. I started clutching my hands together and blurted out in a breathy rush. “He admires my writing and he wants help with a book.”
His expression relaxed, and a smile slid across his handsome face. “That’s it?”
I was flabbergasted and so relieved. “Yeah. But… Luke thought you’d be upset. He said you’d think it took away from his job as T.A.”
One shoulder lifted in a casual shrug. “It could, but I’d like to think I’m not a tyrant. If his work begins to suffer, then yes, I’d address it, but if anyone knows what it’s like to have a story inside you and the need to get it out… it’s me. Did you tell him about your book, and that we’re working on it, together?
“No. Of course, not.”
“Okay. It’s better if you don’t.” He nodded, moving slowly closer and grinning. His arms slid around me and beneath my butt, lifting me easily into his arms. My legs went around him, and my arms wrapped around his shoulders. His forehead touched mine and our faces were close enough that I could inhale his breath. Just like that, we were back to normal. “I don’t want to argue about him.”
“I don’t want to argue about anything,” I admitted, unconsciously lifting my chin to invite his kiss.
“Done.” Jax bent and took my mouth with his. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but ferociously hungry and instantly, my mouth opened to the invasion of his tongue and my body responded. Jax pulled me tighter against his body and I could feel his arousal. It was beyond intoxicating that this amazing, beautiful man wanted me with such intensity.
He kissed me long and hard, and his hands slid around my waist and down over my butt where he grasped my flesh and pulled me closer. A stifled groan erupted from deep within his chest as his hips s
urged against me. “Is your shower big enough for both of us?” he murmured, dragging his mouth down the side of my neck where he nipped and sucked at the tender flesh where my collarbone and throat connected.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, unable to help myself. “If it wasn’t, would it stop you?”
I could feel him smile against my skin. “Never.”
A strong arm around my waist lifted me against him, and he turned in one motion and started toward the door. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t been here before, the apartment was so small, and the bathroom was the only other door besides the one which he entered through and he moved with purpose.
The bathroom was cramped with barely any floorspace to move around. A small vanity, single shower stall with its opaque glass door, and the toilet took up every square foot.
In between pants and desperate kisses, our hands worked frantically to rid each other of our clothes. Jax was forced to sink down on the closed toilet seat, which left me aching for his missing body heat. His fingers worked deftly undoing the buttons of the same blouse he’d rid me of the night before, his mouth hungrily following the path of his hands. He yanked my pants down and I stepped out of them. I stood in front of him, standing in just my bra, panties, and open blouse while he worked his magic
Jax’s mouth was hot and wet, his tongue doing amazing things when the mounds of my breasts were free of my lace bra that was confining them. One strong arm hooked around my waist and yanked me onto his lap to straddle him, and the other hand closed around one soft breast; his mouth closing around the nipple to suck and nip with his teeth. My head fell back helplessly, and he pulled my hips tighter onto his bulging erection. We both began to move of our own volition, grinding together.
My hands wound in his hair, tugging his head back, away from my breast so I could kiss him. He didn’t object, in fact, responded by taking charge and plundering my mouth with his tongue. “God, Addison…” His hips surged into mine, and his arm pulled mine down to meet them. Over and over he pressed into me, arousing me more and more. Heat pooled, and the ache in my lower body became intense. “I can’t take it anymore,” he growled.
In a split second he rose, setting me on my feet and reached in with one hand to turn on the faucet. I wasn’t content without his mouth on mine, but had to satisfy myself with placing hungry, sucking kisses on his neck and running my hands over the hard muscles of his shoulders and abs, until I reached for his belt and made short work of it. I pulled open his jeans and his dick sprung free as he adjusted the water. His head fell to my shoulder with another groan. “You’re killing me.”
“My intention is to love you.” I kissed the underside of his jaw and pushed his jeans over his butt and down his thighs, kneeling to slide them all the way to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and the offending denim, leaving him naked, his cock bouncing in front of me. He was irresistible. I opened my mouth and took the head inside, licking and lightly sucking.
“No,” Jax moaned, taking me by the arms and lifting me up. “Forgive me,” he said in a guttural growl. He sounded as powerless against our attraction as I felt. His fist closed around the side of my now damp panties and easily ripped the delicate lace free of my body.
I didn’t care that they were ruined; all I knew was that I wanted to feel him inside me immediately.
“Addison.” His arms slid around me to easily lift me, and our bodies merged blissfully, his girth pushing me wide and filling me completely. My hands grasped his shoulders. I felt like I was falling into a vortex from which there was no escape. “Jesus,” he grunted, flinging the door to the small shower open and carrying me inside.
Steam from the hot water filled the tiny room, and I was gasping. Jax slammed me up against the wall and hooked both arms under my knees, holding my legs wide apart as he pumped hard in and out of my willing body.
I could feel the delicious pressure build quickly, though I didn’t want it to end. His rhythm was steady, but he pushed in deeper as if to mark me. We were both panting against each other. “Addison look at me,” Jaxon commanded.
My hands laced in his wet hair, and my languid eyes opened to meet his. His were hooded, his own pleasure evident, but the look behind his blue eyes was serious. “You’re mine.” He punctuated his words with his thrusts. “Mine. For the first time in my life, I want more than fucking. For the first time… it feels like more than sex. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” was all I could say. I wanted to be his with everything inside of me. “You’re all I want, Jax.”
As I felt my body tumble over the abyss into the most intense orgasm of my life, my heart exploded with love, need, pleasure, and pain. It was magnificent.
I stroked his head tenderly, pushing back the wet strands of his dark hair, then bent to kiss his mouth as my body squeezed around his as pulse after pulse of rapture overtook my flesh.
Finally giving in, he poured into me and we clung together, still surging against each other. Our kisses softened into worship, he filled me; body and soul… and still... it wasn’t enough.
3
It was magical.
The rest of the day following our make-up sex in the shower had been absolutely perfect. After the admission that had ripped out of me, I’d panicked for a couple of seconds; worrying that things would change and she’d suddenly turn into a clingy mess, but she didn’t. The thing was, I wasn’t sure if I was happy that things were still the perfect blend of touchy-feely, and something deeper with an intellectual connection, or disappointed that she wasn’t a little more googly eyed. The hour drive north of Manhattan to the Historic Hudson Valley had been spent in a comfortable, contemplative silence as I replayed every moment since we’d met in my mind. I’d lifted her hand a couple of times to kiss the top of it and she’d closed her eyes in contentment, so I could only surmise she was thinking something similar. At least, I hoped so.
Now, watching Addison’s face as it filled with wonder as we turned the corner into the Great Jack-O-Lantern Blaze, she seemed so innocent; so different from the wanton woman who wasn’t afraid to ask for what she needed physically, and the writer of such scintillating text.
As we walked through the tunnel built of carved pumpkins glittering from inner light, I realized she was everything I never knew I’d been missing. The sex between us was explosive, needy even, but we still had a balance of everything else. Passion was extremely important to me, but, based on my past relationships, I had come to realize that passion wouldn’t last if it was hollow and not backed up by love and substance. Addison had it all. She was brilliant and beautiful, and she could give it to me in an argument as good as she could give it to me in bed.
A slow grin slid across my face.
“Oh, wow,” she said softly. “How did I not know about this, before now? It’s… gorgeous!”
“It is,” I agreed, sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her close to my side, studying her face. I was taken aback by how I felt. There was nothing in the world as spectacular as the woman beside me. How could I get so crazy lucky?
This place was even more spectacular than I’d heard.
I swear, I could feel my heart literally squeeze inside my chest just from looking at her and it shook me to the core. I was feeling vulnerable; afraid of being hurt for the first time in my life and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. This feeling oozing like warm honey between us was amazing, but I sensed it could lead to great joy… or great pain.
I tried to shake my sense of trepidation off; I was secure in my manhood and what some might call my power over women; confident in my ability to seduce and charm them. Gloria had been the only other woman to really push back on me, but that was her job. Addison was in the position of a subordinate in my class, and more: I was helping her get published. Still, I didn’t want her to pander to me. My grin widened as I discovered I loved that the most about her.
“What are you so smiley about?” she asked, poking me hard in the ribs.
Through my light leather
jacket, her finger was sharp. “Hey!” I protested.
“Hey, what?”
A brilliant smile lit up her beautiful face and the breeze rustled her long hair around her face. I itched to reach out and brush it back, so I did, sliding my hand along her jaw to the back of her head and bending to place a succulent, slow kiss on her mouth.
Our lips clung together, offering each other kiss after kiss until finally parting. I was conscious of our surroundings, aware I couldn’t let the kissing get out of hand, though the fire between us was palpable, always under the surface, ready to spark into flame at any moment.
“Mmmm.” I couldn’t help but express my pleasure. She looked amazing in the light from all of the glowing pumpkins; her hair took on an auburn glow from the orange light. My thumb traced her lower lip before I moved away and put my arm around her again, guiding her forward toward the towering Statue of Liberty made entirely of pumpkins. It had to be almost three stories high.
“This place,” she murmured, shaking her head, looking the display over. “I can’t get over it! How was I in school in Manhattan for four years and I only get to see this on my last year?”
“Yeah, I can’t believe you didn’t hear about it before,” I said as we stood looking at it for a bit. I couldn’t believe other men she dated hadn’t thought to bring her here, but then, I’d never been here before, either.
A family moved in front of us, two parents with their six children rambunctiously rushing past us. Addison lost her footing when two of them plowed through close to her but laughed as I caught her.
“So sorry,” the young mother said as she scrambled past after them.
“Hey, stop! Now!” the dad bellowed. “Settle down! We have plenty of time to see everything.” His eyes met mine and he smiled. “Kids,” he said with a shrug. “They are anxious to get to the carousel.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “We’re heading there, too.”
Addison and I were standing with our arms around each other’s backs when I felt her other come around my waist in the front. I peered down into her exquisite face. I lifted my free hand and brushed her cheek with the back of my knuckles. “What?” I asked wryly.
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