I drop my forehead to his chest.
“I terrified myself. I dreamed about you coming and rescuing me from the pain. I thought you were another hallucination when you and Pen showed up.”
Jax cups my chin and lifts my head.
“I’ll always come for you. You should know that by now. Thank God, Pen and Elijah had a set of keys.”
I reach up and press my mouth to his.
My stomach growls again, and I pull back.
“Sorry,” I say. “Living with Mum for four weeks, it appears my body has got used to regular mealtimes.”
“Your wish is my command,” he says, dropping a quick kiss on my lips. “Let’s see what we have.”
I turn and take in the rest of the room, as Jax heads to the enormous fridge.
In the centre of the room is a large island, in front of which and close to the window is a large sofa and an enormous table.
“You enjoy entertaining?” I ask.
“Maybe one day,” he says, following my gaze. “I’m never here long enough. I’ve tried to future-proof it.”
I walk around the kitchen as the fridge door pops open.
“What the?” Jax cusses under his breath.
I spin to face him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Dad was supposed to have stocked up before we got here.”
I look over his shoulder. The fridge is empty apart from a few condiment jars.
“It’s okay, I’m sure there’s something.”
I move to the cupboards and open them. There is literally no food, not even a tin of soup.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be long,” Jax says. “I’ll pop to the supermarket, grab us some food and be back. In the meantime, make yourself at home. Maybe start on some of Caleb’s reading material,” he adds, with a wink.
“I could come with you,” I say.
Jax walks over and places his hands on my waist. “You’re here incognito, and it’s been a long day. Besides, I’ve much better ways to use up any excess energy you may have, and it’s certainly not walking around a supermarket.”
My tongue snakes out, moistening my lips.
He groans, his hands tightening on my waist, closing his eyes for a second before letting me go.
“I won’t be long,” he says, turning around, before doing a U-turn and pulling me in for a breath-stealing kiss.
When he lets me go, my knees go weak as he manoeuvres me to the sofa.
“I won’t be long.”
His eyes have darkened, and I can make out his erection through his jeans. He follows my gaze and readjusts himself.
“Later,” he says with promise.
