Page 61 of Chaos

“Come on,” he stands, his cock standing to attention in front of my face. I accept his outstretched hand, and with a gentle tug, he helps me up and leads me towards the glistening water.

“Jax.” I let out a laugh as he bends and scoops me into his arms. I pull the cami top over my head and he unclasps my bra with one hand.

I raise my eyebrow at him, and his laughter fills the air.

“What?” he asks, giving me a boyish grin while clicking his tongue bar against his teeth.

I shake my head, sliding the straps off my shoulders and tossing it to the ground.

“Shit, it’s cold,” he says as he walks us into the water.

“Great, can’t wait.”

“I can think of a way to keep you warm, tigritsa,” he whispers against my cheek. My body shivers against his. As he gently lowers us into the water, I cling to him tightly, feeling the icy embrace of the freezing fluid against my overheated skin.

“Fuck,” I hiss out.

I shift in his arms, positioning myself to straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pressing my nose against his.

My body trembles as he playfully splashes my stomach, and then I feel his hand sliding down, his fingers caressing my belly button in slow, circular motions. Just that gentle touch alone has me ready to go again.

Wrapping my ponytail around his fist, he yanks my head back and sucks on my neck as his other hand ventures lower, settling between my legs.

“You want more of me already?” I tease.

“You have no idea how much of you I want, baby.”

My heart quickens at his words. As guilt starts to form, I force myself to swallow it down. I have to tell him the truth before we get any deeper. He’s made it clear. His persistence tells me enough.

“Is that right?”

Without a word, he silences me with a deep kiss, his fingers slipping inside me, igniting a fire within.

“Looks like you want me just as bad, sweetheart.”

As he captures my lips again, a warm blush spreads up my neck.

“Give me one more and scream my name, baby,” he whispers against my cheek.

He quickens the pace, stealing all the air from my lungs with his kisses. Enough to have me trembling against him, letting another climax rock through my body. He brushes his hands across my face, forcing me to look into his eyes.

I know what I have to do. He deserves to know, even if he never wants to speak to me again.

“Jax,” I whisper.

“Yes, baby?”

“I need you to come home with me.”

I can’t go into work like this. I’m going to have to call in sick and hope they don’t fire me.

A smile lights up his face and I take a deep breath.

“I couldn’t possibly say no to that offer,” he replies.

We dry ourselves off with his ripped shirt and then continue to walk hand in hand through the course. Jax, with his bare chest, is incredibly distracting. As we approach the lot where my car is, Jax digs out my purse from his bike and shoves on another black top.

Shit. I glance down at my shaking hands, nervously fumbling with the zipper of my purse. I finally manage to retrieve my apartment keys and extend them towards him. Looking at them quizzically, he furrows his brow in confusion.