"I don't want it to." He doesn't want it to. That's different than he won't let it. I know Jax and business and I know he won't let much get in the way once he's focused on an end goal.
"You're dressed up today. Are you going to a funeral?" The words leave my mouth before my mind has a chance to catch them. It's a reminder of Mark and the fact that Jax wouldn’t go to the funeral with me. I didn't want to drag any memory of Mark into our conversation and I have. I'd done it within the first twenty seconds of us talking.
"A business meeting." He doesn't even flinch at my reference to a funeral. He's going to let it slide past him and I'm grateful that he does.
No details are offered and I don't press. I don't want to. I don't want anything to set him off today. I know he's been on edge since we first spoke about my inheriting all of Mark's estate. I just want this moment in time to be peaceful, drama free and quiet.
"I saw Brighton." I stand. I want to feel his arms around me. I need to. "We had coffee a little while ago."
"He told me." His hands encircle my waist and he pulls me between his legs. "He said you two talked about Liz."
I nod as I stare into the depths of his eyes. Something has shifted since last night. He's less tense. He seems happier. "He wants me to go with him to see her."
"Will you?" I feel his finger touch my chin lightly.
"For him." I tilt my head trying to grab more of his touch. I'm so hungry for it. I feel as though we haven't connected enough the last few days. I miss it. I miss him.
His brows rise. "You're good to him. I'm trying to be better to him too."
My mouth curves. "You're a good brother." I mean the words. Jax has tried desperately to strengthen his connection to Brighton the past few months. Doing that electronically hasn't been easy, but he's been putting in the effort.
"I can't stand when there's tension between us, beautiful." His words whisper over my lips as his mouth claims mine.
"I don't want that either." I pull back from the kiss. "It kills me inside when we're not on the same page, Jax."
"Me too." He breaks my gaze to look down. "It's hard, Ivy."
He doesn't have to say more. I know he's talking about Mark and about my seemingly never-ending connection to him.
"I won't let this come between us." I close my eyes as I say the words. I can't let this come between us. I need him too much to let that happen.
"We won't," he corrects me before he glides his lips over mine again.
I can only melt into arms, letting him pull me away from everything and into the heat of his kiss.
Chapter 13
"Your body is so beautiful." His breath grazes over my moist folds. He's helped me climax with his tongue and lips and I'm already feeling so spent. "I need to make you come again."
"No," I pull the word from somewhere deep within me. He was waiting for me at the door when I got home from work. Naked and waiting. He'd licked me until I came right there on the spot after he pulled my jeans and panties off. Now, he's done it again, not twenty minutes later in our bed.
"No?" He traces a pointed path with his tongue over my swollen clit. "You want me to make you come again."
"I can't." I try to sound as though I mean the words, but I don't. I can't ever get enough of Jax pleasing me. He knows my body better than I do. He knows how to bring me to the edge of an intense orgasm with just a few strokes of his skilled tongue. He also knows how to push me past my limits so I feel more pleasure than I ever imagined was possible.
He ignores my protests and pulls my ass off the bed so he can devour me. I almost scream at the sensation of his lips coursing hot over my clit. I pull on his hair, wanting him to take more. I'm already so close again. I don't know how I can come so easily under his touch. "Jax." His name is drawn across my lips like a breathless whisper.
He moans as he sucks on my clit and I pull harder on his hair.
"God, please," I'm almost whimpering from the sensations. It's so much. I can't take it. I feel as though I'm going to plunge off the edge of a cliff into pleasure so deep that I won't be able to breathe. "Please."
He pushes two fingers inside me in one swift movement and I come instantly. I claw at his shoulder, wanting him to stop. Needing him to give me time to feel and breathe.
"I have to fuck you." The words are so direct. It's not a request. It's a command.
I lay still, unable to pull any strength from my limbs. He flips me over quickly, pushing my shoulders down so my back arches. I feel his lips skirt the edge of my ass cheek before his hand glides over my wetness.
"Fuck. You're so ready." He plunges balls deep into me and I scream from the pain. It's so much. He's so wide and long. I'll never adjust to his size. I'll always feel the tender bite of pleasure mixed with the raw pain of being stretched past my limits.