Shocked and shamefully aroused by his confessed intentionsfor their morning and not to mention his bobbing dick, Alessia sat up straightand tried to drag her eyes back upwards.
“Wha—what are you talking about I didn’t say anything likethat?” She stammered.
“Eyes up, Alessia,” he gestured with his fingers to lookupward and gave her a smirk despite his anger. “So, just spit it out.”
"Well, I'm trying," she snapped back, beyondflustered and unsure where to look to keep her eyes from traveling back south.Shaking her head, she glared at him. "Look, is there any way you can justput your penis away while we are talking?"
"No, because I have every intention of using it in asecond," Jax's eyes glowed with promise as he boldly stepped closer,dropping the pair of jeans in his hand. "Now, say what you are going tosay."
“Why are you like this? Why are you being so mean all of asudden?” She pouted.
Groaning, Jax shifted on his feet, clearly not expecting herto change the course in the argument. Running a hand through his hair, hekneeled onto the bed. "Because when I get nervous, I just get angry."
“Why are you nervous?” She pressed.
"Because," he emphasized the word as he grabbedher around the waist, pulling her across his lap. By now, Whiskers had growntired of them both and ran off. "I had an incredible experience last nightwith someone I can't get out of my head, even for a second and the first thingout of her mouth the next morning is a textbook break-up vernacular.”
“I don’t want to break up with you,” she whispered. Being soclose to him was nearly as bad as staring at his sculpted abs and bobbingpenis.
Leaning forward, she let her face rest in the crook of hisneck. "The opposite actually. It feels a little premature and I'm not evensure if it's some sort of "suspension bridge" effect but I… I thinkI'm falling really really in love with you."
She felt rather than heard the vibrations of him muttering acurse underneath his breath. Shifting his weight, he tilted her back in hisarms, forcing their eyes to meet. "First of all, we're going to have towork on your communication skills.”
“You mean work on your anger issues?” She countered with adeadpan stare.
“Fair point,” he nodded with a grin. Lifting her up a littlehigher against him, he kissed her softly. "I love you, Alessia."
With a big smile, Alessia leaned back in his strong armswith a sigh, letting the covers slip off her breasts. With her chest thrustedhigh just beneath his face, she gave him a soft, inviting look. By the carnallook that passed through his black eyes, she knew what was to come.
Spearing her fingers through his wild hair, she pulled hisface closer. "I want you to tell me you love me at least five more timesbefore we get out of bed."
Lowering his mouth to her pert nipple, she let out a whimperas he suckled it roughly, feeling his hands simultaneously slide up to thejuncture of her thighs. "How about we don't leave the bed at all and I'lltell you how much I love you at least twenty times while I fuck you on your handsand knees."
Chapter 16
It was funny the way his life worked. Growing up, all Jaxcould think of was leaving that miserable small town in Mississippi, to get offthat farm and go live in the city and travel the world. No more waking up atdawn to do chores, or spending his weekends trapped miles away fromcivilization. The ironic part was when he finally did escape by joining themilitary, he eventually found himself yearning for his simple life again. Whenhe first came out here to Oregon, Jax wasn't entirely sure what he wasexpecting. There was no real goal or concrete plans. He had simply pulled up tohis empty plot of land and a trailer full of lumber and got started. He didn'tknow he was missing anything until he tossed the sassy five-foot-five girl fromhis shoulder onto his couch.
At first, Jax felt sorry for her. There was something toofamiliar about the rage and despair that shined back through thosecinnamon-brown eyes. But it soon became evident as he woke up every day to hersmile that he was the one who needed saving. He had been dying out here inthese woods and he didn't even know it.
She had saved him. She was sent by God, the heavens, hell,the fates even. It didn't matter, though, because she was here with him rightby his side whispering her love for him every time he pushed himself into herwarmth.
Each morning he attempted to get up and start the day afterplacing a kiss on her neck. One kiss would turn into three until he felt herfamiliar waking shiver to the scraping of his beard against her soft skin. Manymornings were now spent with him pulling down the sheets and positioning hernaked body for his siege.
He had become addicted to her. It was unbelievable how fastand how hard he had fallen in love with Alessia, and though the revelationshould unnerve him at the very least, he found himself accepting it withrelish.
“No, Jax. We have to go," Alessia whined, pulling ather hand in his grip. "You said you would take me back to the library anhour ago… Oh my God, Jax, no!" She squealed louder as he easily reeled heracross the bed towards him.
With a satisfied grin, Jax laid-back on the pillows with onearm behind his head and waited. “Oh, and I will, baby, once you give me mypromised morning meal.”
Her face contorted as she gave him a pleading pout, finallygiving up her struggle as he urged her upwards.
"I can't Jax, it's so embarrassing," she avoidedhis eyes as she spoke, but he could feel the excited tremble run through her ashe reached under her nightshirt for her bare hip.
"But I want to," he emphasized softly. "And Ihave no intentions of getting out of this bed until I get what I want. Now,take off your shirt, baby." Although his command was gentle, he knew shecould hear the underlying steel edge he put to it.
To his blessed surprise, Jax discovered his little angelsecretly loved to be sexually commanded. The heated flare in her eyes as heissued orders sent waves of unholy lust spiraling through his bloodstream.
Reluctantly, she sat up and grabbed the edges of her shirtand paused, looking around. “Did you let Whiskers out yet?”
