Until Jax (Until Him 1)

Absently, I hear him whisper, “Shhh, I got you,” against my ear as he adjusts me in his lap on the floor. Burying my face in his neck, my body is shaking uncontrollably and tears have filled my eyes. I have never experienced anything like that before. It was like I came out of my skin for a few seconds. Clinging tighter to him, he rocks me against his chest while kissing my hair. Lifting my eyes to his, I swallow, trying to think of what to say.

I mean, do you say thank you for something like that?

“How are you feeling?” he asks softly, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.

“Um…”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He searches my face and eyes.

“No, no…it was good.”

“Good?” he asks with a smile that looks a little too cocky. “You were convulsing and screaming. Baby, if that was good, I wonder what great is like for you.”

“It was good.” I roll my eyes. I mean, for all I know, it was mediocre, seeing how it was my first orgasm. There could be better, though I doubt that’s true. I know the ladies at the salon I worked at were constantly bitching about their husbands and lack of orgasms they received, and it seems to me Jax knows exactly what to do.

“We’re going to have to work on that then,” he says, nuzzling my neck.

“I have to get ready for work,” I breathe, tilting my head back then rolling it so he can kiss up the under side of my jaw.

“Me too,” he groans, sounding disappointed.

“I didn’t know you wear glasses,” I say, opening my eyes and lifting my hand, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“I need them for the computer.” He smiles. “Do you like them?”

“They’re okay.” I shrug.

“Just okay?” he asks as his hands move up my sides like he’s going to tickle me.

“How can you fit in your car or through doors with your giant head?”

“You haven’t even seen how big my head is, baby.” He smiles, raising his hips, which causes the large head of his cock to brush against my side, sending goose bumps over my skin.

“You’re so cocky,” I mutter then press my lips together when I realize how it sounded. “I didn’t mean like that.” I shake my head when he begins to laugh.

“If we didn’t have to work, I’d show you how cocky I am.”

“You’re cheesy too,” I say, fighting back a smile.

“And you’re beautiful when you come,” he says, getting onto his knees and pushing me back until I’m lying on the hardwood floor with him over me, his hands holding mine above me against the wood.

“Jax,” I whisper as his knees slide between mine.

“I love when you say my name like that, out of breath, like you’re begging me to kiss and touch you,” he says before his mouth lowers over mine, kissing me thoroughly then moving down my cheek to my ear, where he growls, “I’m taking you out tonight, and you need to wear a dress.”

“July asked me to go to the shop tonight,” I say breathlessly as his mouth moves down my jaw then neck, where he nips me hard enough to sting.

“We’ll go there after we have dinner.”

“Hope,” I whimper as his hands move up my side, under my shirt.

“Mom and Dad’ll watch her,” he says as his mouth nips my earlobe.

“I hate leaving her,” I tell him truthfully.

His face moves to hover over me and his eyes search mine. I see something there that gives me pause and makes me feel warm all over. “You can have a night, baby. We’ll pick her up early tomorrow morning.”

“Over night?” I whisper, feeling my heart begin to pound against my ribs.

“Over night, but remember we’re taking this slow. It’s a date then hanging out with friends, and maybe some snuggling if you’re nice to me,” he says with a peck.

Pressing my lips together to keep from smiling, I mutter, “If they don’t mind watching her, then okay.” I wrap my legs around his waist while moving my hands over the skin of his back. “But the snuggling is negotiable.”

Smiling, he rocks against me, causing his length to rub against me through the material of my pants and a moan to climb up my throat.

Smirking, he murmurs, “I’ll convince you to cuddle.”

“Maybe,” I whisper, finally giving in to my smile.

His face goes soft and his hands frame my face while his eyes move over my hair, eyes, and then mouth. “I like seeing you like this,” he says as he kisses my lips then moves his mouth down my chin to my neck. His hands move, cupping my breasts, making my knees weak and my core tighten.

“I have to get ready for work,” I moan in both frustration and relief. I don’t know if I’m ready to open myself up to him, especially when he doesn’t know everything. I don’t think there is any way for me to hide the fact I’m a virgin, and once he knows that, he’s going to know about Hope. I need to tell him, but I’m so scared.

Knifing off me, he pulls me up to stand, asking, “What time do you get off tonight?” as his hands smooth down my hair and his eyes search my face.

“We close the shop at seven. Is that too late to have dinner?”

“No, and just let me know when you can get lunch, and I’ll bring Hope by so we can spend some time with her, since we won’t see her until tomorrow.”

“I would love that,” I say quietly through the tears lodged in my throat.