JAX (The Beckett Boys #2) - Olivia Chase Page 0,89

I was the next morning, even before I opened my eyes.

How could I have possibly forgotten last night?

I lay perfectly still for a moment, taking stock of all I could feel. I was still naked, and worn, soft sheets were draped over my body. I was sore—I was incredibly sore, actually, though it wasn’t an entirely bad sort of tenderness. How many times had we had sex? I knew at least four, but they all blurred together a little, a haze of pleasure and skin and hands and moaning orgasms—

Jacob moved beside me, and I opened my eyes, then turned to see if he was awake, or merely shifting around in his sleep.

“Morning,” he said, smiling sleepily at me. He was lying with his hands behind his head, stark naked. His cock was still something to behold even now, without an erection, and I had to force my eyes not to study it here in the daylight. Jacob noticed— of course he noticed— and smiled brighter.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked as I positioned the sheets around my body, suddenly feeling a little shyer. Perhaps it was the bright morning light streaming in, illuminating the stadium outside— it did Jacob all sorts of favors, muscles casting thin shadows on other muscles— but I wasn’t so sure it would do me any.

“I slept…great. I was exhausted,” I admitted, flushing a little.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Jacob said, then reached for me. I let him pull me toward him, up against his body— he felt like warm stone, and I gingerly looped my arm over his chest, cuddling in beside him.

“Am I really the only girl you’ve ever brought here?” I asked, after listening to him breathe for a moment.

“Of course. That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Jacob said, sounding a little offended that I was even asking.

“Why didn’t you ever bring anyone else back here? I mean, that view? The football fan-girls would love it here,” I said.

Jacob took a breath, considered my words. “I guess you could say this is my most personal place. There’s too much risk that if I bring a girl up here, she’ll want to keep coming back.”

“Oh,” I said, unsure what, exactly, that meant. Was he trying to tell me that this was a one-time thing?

“You tense up when you worry,” Jacob said into my hair, then kissed the top of my head. “Also, when you orgasm. I wouldn’t have invited you up here if I didn’t want you to come back.”

I smiled, then lifted a little so I could look down into his eyes. I had to ask. I had to know. “Was it…er.” I took a big breath, let my eyes wander for a moment, then refocused. Jacob looked curious, a step away from concerned, so I couldn’t just stop now. “Was it good?” I managed.

“The sex?” Jacob asked. I nodded. Jacob laughed. “Did you miss the part where I came multiple times? Of course it was good. It was amazing.” He lifted a finger and ran it from my collarbone to my stomach, letting it drag across the bed sheets; I couldn’t help but glance down when his cock stirred, stiffening at the memory of our night together.

“It was the first time,” I said, letting the words tumble from my lips. I cringed as I heard them, heat rising up to my ears; I pulled the sheets over my head.

“What?” Jacob asked, laughing a little and fighting to free me from my hiding place.

“It was my first time,” I said, trying to be clearer.

“What part? Coming during sex? That’s not going to be good for my ego,” Jacob joked, and finally managed to fight the sheet away from my eyes. I shook my head a little, and Jacob suddenly looked stricken. “It was your first— oh my god. You mean, having sex? You were a virgin?”

I nodded again, and Jacob fell back, putting his hands up to his forehead. He looked almost panicked. “You were a virgin. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want it to be a problem. And I wanted it. I wanted all of it, everything we did,” I said, suddenly worried— I’d expected him to be alarmed, but not to look so…guilty.

“I mean, I would have— we still could have had sex. But if I’d known it was your first time, I’d have been…I don’t know, gentler. More romantic.”

“I thought it was plenty romantic, but that’s not the point— I loved last night. It was amazing,” I said,