I enter the villa and stop, my eyes finding the entrance.
He left, and he hasn’t come back.
I move to the bathroom, my eyes are bloodshot, my face puffy from the tears. I wash away the evidence of my meltdown. Time to see if these thousand-pound eyedrops do what they claim. I blink rapidly, before throwing them back into my wash bag.
Back in the bedroom, I open the minibar, grabbing myself a bottle of red wine.
I remove the cork, and pour myself a glass.
I hold it up to the light, swirling it around, then place my nose to the top of the glass and inhale its bouquet. The fruity aroma invades my senses. Taking a sip, I allow it to coat my palate before swallowing. I close my eyes, letting its flavour linger. I pick up the bottle, filling the glass to the rim, before emptying it in three swallows. I refill and head outside, taking a seat under the large umbrella.
Sitting back, I close my eyes and raise my glass to my mouth.
When I open them again, something in the water catches my eye. I watch as muscular arms cut through the waves like someone possessed.
Jax.
I raise my glass again, only my throat burns with the next swallow, and my eyes water.
How did life get so complicated?
I put down my glass and close my eyes, allowing memories of the past to overwhelm me.
Sixteen years ago
My hand snakes under Jax’s t-shirt and across the smooth, taut skin of his back. I pull him closer. I can feel his rock-hard cock between my legs, rubbing against my throbbing, swollen core.
I suck in a breath. Jaxson Lockwood wants me.
He moans, and I tighten my grip, my body temperature rising, my pussy pulsing with need.
I rock against him, adding pressure where I need it most.
My body is humming.
Jax groans against my mouth. I suck on his tongue, something I heard one of the other girls say drove her man crazy with lust.
He thrusts against me, his cock hitting my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure dancing through my body, making my stomach clench with need.
I rake my fingernails along his spine, making his hips flex, pressing me further into the bed. I moan and lift my hips, trying to get more friction. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Jaxson. It’s why I never went very far with Danny. He left me cold, whereas with Jaxson, my whole body is tingling, and my pussy seems to have a life of its own.
His hand moves to my breast, kneading it through the material of my top.
I yank his t-shirt up, and he pulls back.
He looks down at me, his dark eyes smouldering.
“Kat?”
“I want to touch you,” I say, unsure where my spark of confidence has come from.
It’s not like I haven’t seen Jaxson topless. He’s spent the past three summers at our house by the pool.
He opens his mouth, but I place a hand on his chest.
“I’ve seen you in a lot less,” I say, raising an eyebrow.
He grabs the back of his t-shirt and, using one hand, pulls it over his head, before throwing it to one side.
