“I might’ve put it there,” he replied. He walked over to me and took my hand in his. “You’re an amazing author, Kennedy.”
I snickered. “You can’t know that from one paragraph.”
“I know,” he agreed. “That’s why I read them all.”
“You…” I breathed out slowly. “You’ve read my book?”
“I did. It’s powerful and moving, like you. You are powerful and moving.”
“Jax…” Before I could finish my thought, Jax moved to the wall a few shelves away from me, pulled out a certain novel, and lo and behold, the hidden room opened. It was filled with more shelves of books, a beautiful lounge couch, and an oversized chair and ottoman. I could’ve spent the rest of my life in that room and been okay.
I laughed. “You knew where it was this whole time?”
“Guilty as charged.”
I wanted to smack his arm, but more than that, I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to pull him into the beautifully hidden nook, fall onto his body, and kiss him hard and long. As I stared into the room, I began to turn to speak to Jax, and he was right there. He was in front of me, staring down at me as if I were something he wanted to ravish before the end of the night.
“If it’s okay with you, I think I’m done reading for tonight,” I whispered as I trailed a finger down his chest.
“Do you want to leave?” he asked as his stare lingered on my lips. When he looked back up at me, his eyes were dilated, and the want I was feeling was completely seen within him.
“No,” I said on an exhalation.
He moved in closer and rested his forehead on mine. “You want to go into the nook with me, Sun?”
“Yes.”
“You want to kiss me inside the nook, Sun?”
“Yes.” Yes, yes, yes…
“You want to take off our clothes inside there, Sun?” he said softly against my lips before sucking on the bottom one.
“Please, Jax,” I begged, moaning into his mouth as desire began to fill me up inside. He lifted me up and carried me into the room. He pinned me against a bookshelf and kissed me as if he’d been waiting all night for his lips to be pressed to mine. My legs were wrapped around his waist as I felt his want pressed against me. His mouth roamed down my neck, and I moaned as I placed my hands on the shelves beside me to balance myself. Jax’s groans against my skin sent a pool of heat to my core as I began grinding my hips against his jeans.
Eventually he placed me on the floor and began to undress down to his boxers. I began to do the same, tossing off my clothes. As he approached me, his eyes were fixated on my red panties, and he dragged his teeth along his bottom lip. “Fucking beautiful,” he mumbled.
He hooked his fingers in the edge of the lace and pulled them down before leading me toward the oversized chair. “Sit,” he commanded, and geez, I liked that. I liked his commands.
I sat, and he lowered himself to the ground in front of me. He kneeled before me and looked up at me as if I were a queen and he was there to bow. He spread my legs, and the desire I had for him that night shot through the roof. I wanted him to taste me, lick me, tease me, and he did exactly that.
As he moved in closer to my core, he began kissing and licking and fucking my inner thighs with his mouth. The anticipation was killing me as I placed my hands on the armrests and dug my nails into the fabric.
When Jax made his way to my core, his wet tongue lashed me, lapping me up and down as I moaned in pleasure.
“You taste so good, Kennedy…you taste like everything I’ve ever fucking wanted,” he swore. He placed his hands beneath my ass cheeks and lifted my hips so he could drive his tongue into me deeper. He wasn’t only fucking me to the point of orgasm; he was making love to my needs, too. He was focused and dedicated to the needs that I had.
Jax lifted one of my legs on top of his shoulder and went to work. His tongue sucked on my clit before he slid two fingers