My hands go to my top, and before he can stop me, it joins his on the floor.
“Kat, you’re killing me,” he says almost painfully, a flush darkening his cheekbones as his eyes roam over my exposed breasts and hard pebbled nipples.
“Do you want to stop?” I ask, my confidence suddenly waning.
He drops his forehead to mine and closes his eyes briefly. When he opens them again, his expression is pained.
“We should,” he says honestly, before rolling off me and flopping onto his back. He uses his forearm to cover his eyes.
I drop back and stare at the ceiling, swallowing against the tears building in my throat.
Way to go, Kat! What were you thinking? Jaxson Lockwood is a superstar, a heart-throb. He’s not going to be interested in a silly little nerd like you.
I let out a whimper, surprised when Jaxson’s hand finds mine, interlocking our fingers.
“There are so many reasons I should get up and walk out of here,” he says quietly.
I turn my head and find him staring at me. I bite my lip as I drown in his gaze.
“You should be telling me to go, Kat.” His eyes are pleading.
“We should forget this ever happened,” he says.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, my hand coming up and covering my breasts, suddenly aware of how exposed I am.
I drop my gaze, breaking eye contact.
Jax’s finger lifts my chin, raising it until I’m looking deep into his dark eyes.
“Kat, do you have any idea how long I’ve fantasised about kissing you? Your brother would have drowned me a long time ago if he knew.”
My pulse thunders in my ears. This can’t be real. I must be dreaming.
Jax has fantasised about kissing me?
“You have?” I say, the disbelief in my tone making him chuckle.
He cups my jaw, his thumb sliding up and down my cheek.
He nods, a smile playing on his lips. “Since the day I saw you playing piano. You were so beautiful, the sun shining through the window. You were lost in the music. You captivated me.”
I gasp. That was three years ago.
Jax closes the distance between us, his lips once again finding mine. His finger and thumb holding my chin.
I move my hands to his chest, sliding them up and over his shoulders, pulling him towards me. His mouth leaves mine, trailing its way down my throat. He cups my breasts, his thumbs sliding over my nipples. They pebble against his hands, aching with need.
“Beautiful, so perfect.”
Jax takes one nipple deep into his mouth, my hands clasping his head. My body swells with desire, my hips rocking, as my body pulses.
He kneads my other breast with his hand, tweaking and tormenting my nipple. My thighs spread, demanding more.
Jax’s mouth returns to mine, his hand grasping my thigh. He rolls us onto our sides, until we’re facing one another, lifting one of my legs, and sliding it up and over his hip, pulling me hard against him.
When he rocks into me, I gasp as stars explode behind my eyes.
He pulls back slightly, his mouth still locked on mine. His fingers glide down my stomach, my muscles quivering beneath his touch. I moan into his mouth. He turns his hand, sliding it between us.
