“Holy shit.” She was breathtaking. Her hair spilled over her shoulders and down her breasts that peeked out from her lacy black bra.
“What?” She looked up at me with concern.
“You’re stunning, Liv.” I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, my breathing ragged. I pressed a kiss onto her forehead, trying to quell the desire that threatened to take over me. With trembling hands, she fumbled with the buckle on my belt, and I felt my self-control begin to unravel.
“I want you, Jax.” Her voice was low and sultry as she slid her arms around me.
“Yeah?” I whispered, leaning into her.
“Yeah.” With her answer, I scooped her in my arms and carried her to the bed. I kicked off my jeans and moved over her, trailing feather light kisses from her jawline to her collarbone and all the way down her belly. My hands shook slightly as I unfastened the button on her jeans, helping her out of them.
“You’re perfect,” I said softly. Her creamy skin was wrapped in lace, and she was breathtaking. As I gazed into her emerald eyes, I knew I could search the world over and never find a woman more perfect for me than her.
Chapter 19
Liv
The next morning, I woketo the sound of my phone chirping. The morning light was beginning to cause a soft glow around the window. Bleary-eyed, I plucked the phone off the nightstand, and a text from Ella appeared on the screen, complete with an onslaught of suggestive emojis.
Ella: So… how did he like your new lingerie?
I laughed softly so as not to wake up Jax as I typed out my response.
Liv: He loved it!
I added a winking smiley face for good measure. Before I could even put the phone down, I saw the little bubbles appear that signaled she was typing.
Ella: OMG!!! You did it! Girl, go get you some of that morning delight. You’ve earned it.
I chuckled as I gently returned the phone back to the nightstand. I rolled over, nestling myself into Jax’s chest.
Jax didn’t seem the least bit phased by the fact that I didn’t have the body of a twenty-five-year-old supermodel. He didn’t care about my cellulite or that my stomach wasn’t flat. Instead, he’d been completely turned on by every dip and curve. He took his time, savoring me as though I were a decadent dessert he may never get to have again, only to turn around and devour me once more. I’d never felt sexier than I did under his ravishing gaze.
I knew one thing for damn sure. Sex with Benton Wyatt had never beenanythinglike this.
He stirred, pulling me tighter against him. “Good morning, beautiful.”
I pressed a kiss into his shoulder blade. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Mmm, did I ever.” He moved so that he hovered over me and kissed the tip of my nose. “I love waking up beside you.”
“Really?” I asked, already breathless as his eyes found mine. He started a trail of kisses along my jawline before he landed one right on my mouth. He gently nipped at my bottom lip before kissing me slowly, deeply. Like he was trying to stir my soul from the inside.
“I can’t get enough of you.” His voice was a low, raspy growl as he began to leave kisses along my collarbone. “As it happens, we have this hotel room for a couple more hours before we have to get on that cramped bus with the rest of the guys.”
“What exactly do you suggest we do with that time?” I purred, my body responding to his touch as his hands gingerly explored my body.
“I could think of a thing or two…” His seductive eyes flickered over me.
He brought his mouth back to mine, and I gently shoved him over, rolling with him so that I straddled him. “Yeah?” I leaned down and grazed his mouth with mine.
“Yeah,” he whispered. He stared into my eyes so intensely, I wasn’t sure whether I was going to melt into a puddle or burst into flames. His eyes were filled with longing as he cupped my face in his hands. “You wreck me, Olivia Sinclair.” He crashed his lips into mine. “You absolutely wreck me.”
The truth was, he wrecked me too.
The next few days passed in a blur. We were in San Diego for a night before heading back up to San Francisco and Sacramento. We didn’t get to do much in the way of sightseeing, but I did get to see the Golden Gate Bridge for the first time from the window of the bus.
While the band was busy doing press and soundcheck, I hung out a lot with Antoni and Cash. I learned that Antoni traveled with the guys as an assistant, taking care of their every need and helping Cash with any additional tasks he didn’t have time for. Basically, Antoni worked his ass off twenty-four/seven.
