Page 158 of Chaos
“See something you like, sweetheart?” he says in a low tone.
I step inside and slide the door, leaving a gap so I can still hear if Maeve wakes up.
“Not sure yet.” I tease, watching as he pushes himself away from the bag and rips off the gloves with his teeth.
I stop opposite him, adjusting my black slip dress to lower my knees onto the mat.
His intense gaze consumes me, igniting a fire within that only he can create. As I slip one strap down my arm, he takes a step forward, but I quickly raise my finger to halt him.
“What’s the impromptu punching session about?” I ask.
His gorgeous face contorts with confusion, and he responds with a boyish grin, playfully shaking out his curls.
“Well, if you must know. I’ve been told to try to channel some of my thoughts, my anger, into my boxing. Focus on my goals and use it as an outlet.”
I slide the other strap down. He’s not finding therapy as atrocious as he thought it would be. Even if this is something we battle for the rest of our lives, it’s worth it.
“And, what has you needing that?”
His eyes fixate on me, and he licks his lips greedily as I seductively lower my dress, revealing the black lace bra underneath.
“I-I, fuck.” He shakes his head.
“Come on, baby. Look at me.”
As he obediently does as I ask, I use both hands to unclasp my breasts, maintaining eye contact with him to signal that he can speak.
“God, it sounds so fucking dumb out loud.”
“I promise, it won’t.” I quickly counter.
His tongue bar clicks against his teeth and he takes a deep inhale.
“I’m scared to fucking death of you leaving me. Even if it’s just to a safe house. The thought of coming home and my girls not being here, it hurts. I just got you back.”
Removing my bra, I drop it on the floor beside me and feel the cool air against my nipples.
“I’m never leaving you, Jax. Ever. I promised you that and I meant every word. I love you.”
“Deep down I know that, but my head?—“
“It’s completely valid, Jax. I’ll be counting down the hours until I’m back home with my man.” I lean back, propping myself up on my forearms, and lift my hips to slide out of my dress.
“Jesus, Sofia,” he hisses.
“You’ve been such a good boy, Jax, opening up to me,” I say, batting my lashes at him.
Sitting back up, I catch his eyes widening as I sensually cup my breasts in my hands.
“Is that right?”
“Yes.” Resting up on my knees, I delicately slide my fingers under the lace of my panties.
“Do you want me, Jax?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.
I start to lower them slowly. His eyes darken and it makes my pussy throb.
“Fuck, yes. Sof.” His voice is hoarse.