Another clap of thunder rumbles overhead, and I shiver.
“No, but your clothes were dry. I can throw them back outside if you like.”
“That’s okay. They can stay. Thank you for rescuing them,” he says.
A sudden flush of warmth spreads from my core outward, as I find myself inhaling the scent that’s all Jax. I close my eyes before I can stop myself.
Shit!
I place them on the bench and step away, warmth flooding my cheeks.
“I’m going to grab a shower,” Jax says suddenly, heading towards the partition that houses the shower unit.
What the hell is wrong with me?
The water starts up, and my breath quickens. The sound changes as he steps beneath the flow. I picture Jax pushing down his trunks, kicking them off. The cap of a bottle clicks as he opens it, visions of him running his hands over taut abs, cuppinghis beautiful, thick cock have my heart pounding, and my pussy throbbing.
My body grows wet, my clothes suddenly chafing against my sensitive skin.
I rip off my hoodie before sliding my dress up and over my head.
I left my bra off, not expecting to see anyone. I slide my lace panties down my legs, leaving them in a pile with the rest of my clothes.
This is a bad idea.
I round the corner of the shower to find Jax’s hands flat against the wall, his head dropped down, water spraying off his back.
His cock stands proud against his stomach.
I suck in a breath.
He must sense me as he turns his head, his eyes opening, water streaming down his face.
He pushes off the wall, turning to face me.
“What are you doing, Kat?” he asks, his voice gruff.
I bite my lip.
“I don’t know,” I admit.
I take a tentative step forward, only to have his hands reach out and pull me firmly against him.
Our eyes lock before he lowers his head.
His lips touch mine, and I open for him instantly.
A moan fills the air, his or mine, I don’t know, but the air is filled with the sound of our pleasure. Jax’s mouth leaves mine, travelling across my cheek and down my throat, sucking on the spot where my neck and collarbone meet.
My hips jerk forward, pressing against his aroused cock. I grind my pulsating core against him. Wanting, no needing him with a desperation I’ve never felt before. Whatever happened inthe Maldives has changed me. It’s like I’m suffocating without him.
Water continues to cascade over us.
My fingers sink into his hair, clasping him closer as his mouth moves lower. He draws my hardened nipple into his mouth, and I instantly miss the pressure of his cock. My body is alive, it screams for pressure, more friction.
I groan in frustration.
Jax smiles against my skin, his hand moving lower, cupping the area that aches the most. His mouth torments my breasts while his fingers move across my silken, swollen skin.
