Jax’s eyes burned into mine and as much as I wanted to look away and cover myself back up, I did neither. I looked at him as my stomach churned with nerves and my core ached with a need I’d never experienced before; like it was begging to be filled. He ran his thumb over my lip, so I was forced to stop chewing it.
“You look nervous. You don’t have to be, Helen. I promise I'll take good care of you.”
This time it was me who struggled to swallow.
“Take a seat.” There was that commanding tone that was so unlike his everyday voice.
As I did as I was told, Jackson walked round to the back of the sofa. His hands cupped my shoulders, his thumbs beginning to work my muscles in small, circular movements that instantly began to dissolve the knots that had taken up residence there.
“Oh,” I whispered, my bra suddenly feeling too tight, my chest heaving, longing for his touch to move lower.
“Feel good?” he asked after massaging me for a while, his voice cracking when he spoke, making my eyes spring open and my head tilt back to look at him.
“Much better. Thank you.”
He squeezed softly before removing his touch completely, my skin cooling from the lack of contact.
Jackson circled the sofa, kneeling in front of me. He removed his cap, throwing it onto the seat next to us, and then ran his fingers through his hair. My mouth was so dry that I had to lick my lips to stop them from sticking together, and Jackson’s eyes flared as I did.
“Open your thighs for me like a good girl.”
Chapter 9
Jax
I’d not been able to stop thinking about Helen since that night she’d turned up at the station.Fuck it. Who was I kidding?I’d not been able to stop thinking about her since she found me sitting alone on the bench that night.
She was so easy to be around. I loved her confidence; I loved how easy it was to read what she was thinking by the expression on her face; I loved how often she blushed… I loved her shape, her smile, the way she’d spilled her secrets. Then she showed up at my work needing my help. It was like something ignited inside me that night. All I could think about was being there for her, taking care of her… pleasing her.God, all I could think about was pleasing her again and again.Showing her what her body had been missing out on this time.
And that was how I found myself here, offering her an innocent massage when the thoughts dancing through my head were anything but.
Finding her on the sofa wearing just the silk robe felt like I was dreaming and now I was on my knees for her. She let her thighsfall open a little, so I placed my palms on them, easing them further apart as I moved closer.
Helen’s already blush-stained cheeks got pinker as she took me in, and her gaze landed on the unmistakable outline of my hard cock pressing against my jeans.
“Jax.” Her voice sounded almost desperate, and I panicked that I’d pushed things too far. Her chest heaved, making her breasts rise and fall, and the urge to touch them was almost uncontrollable.
“Do you want me to stop?” I wondered if she could tell how close to the edge I was.
“It’s just a massage?” she whispered, as if she was trying to convince herself. Her legs widened a little more, which moved the silk of her robe. It fell, exposing the soft pink silk of her panties, clearly damp with her arousal.
My resolve snapped. Unable to keep my hands off her, I started just above her knees, rubbing and kneading her flesh.
I let my hands move higher, massaging her again until my thumbs reached the apex of her thighs.
“Fuck,” I mumbled as I felt the slick wetness that covered them and I could smell the sweet tang of her arousal. My cock throbbed, begging me to pull her panties to one side and slide a finger inside her as I let myself wonder how tight she’d be. Helen rocked her hips the tiniest amount, like she was begging for the same thing.
Breathless, I fought my desire. I wanted to kiss her, bury my face in her neck, and breathe her in. I craved her body under mine. But I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. I should remove my hands and stop.
My finger edged along the leg of her panties as I lifted from my haunches so my face was directly in front of hers. I traced the lace trim of her bra with my other hand. Helen’s hooded eyes opened slowly, as if she was coming around from a deep sleep.
“Hi,” she whispered, looking nervous.
“Hi,” I replied, repeating the movement of my fingers. Her back arched slightly, moving her hips and making my finger slip under the silk barrier between us, where I dragged it gently through her curl-covered folds. My cock was so hard I was convinced I’d come before I even got to kiss her.
“Feel good?” I asked breathlessly. My lips so close to hers that she must be able to taste my desperation.
She nodded, rocking her hips again, and this time I made sure my finger ghosted over her clit.
