“What’s going on Ruby? Is everything okay with you and Corbin? You seemed high on life last time I saw you.”
“Hurry home. I miss my friend.”
“Oh no you don’t. Tell me what’s going on.”
“It’s nothing, Bo,” she says, laughing. It sounds forced though. “Seriously. Deal with Jax. Then I’ll kick your ass for not calling me sooner when you get back.”
She hangs up before I can argue, and I stare at the phone for minute. Corbin and Ruby had a rocky beginning, but they were so happy when I came out here. Her sister was just moving in with her, and Corbin proved he was finally serious about committing to her. Well, not a ring-on-the-finger committed, but still committed like a real boyfriend.
Now…
I try calling her back, but it goes straight to voicemail. As though she’s turned off her phone or ignored my call.
Before I can think too much about it, Jax walks in, and his eyes drop to my body that is only covered by a towel. I expect him to apologize and duck out, but he slowly shuts the door behind him, and leans against it, not tearing his eyes off me even a little.
Swallowing hard, I stand up and fidget awkwardly while c
lutching my towel tighter.
“I thought you’d be downstairs a little longer,” I lamely state, trying to explain why I’m in a towel.
He takes two long strides, and suddenly he’s right in front of me. The second I tilt my head back, he’s on me, pushing me against the wall so fast and hard that I almost drop my hold on the towel.
His lips crush mine, and my blood turns to lava when fire figuratively shoots from his mouth to mine. Okay, maybe that’s a little too dramatic, but I really am burning up, and when his tongue owns my mouth, I start hoping I’m fireproof and forget to even hold the towel.
My hands go to his hair, tugging him to be even closer. The kiss is hungry, as though he’s letting go of whatever he’s been holding back, and I moan into his mouth as his hands grip me at my sides and roughly jerk me to him.
It’s a good thing he’s holding me up. Pretty sure my legs have become pointless.
His hands tighten around my waist, and he makes some tortured groan before picking me up. My legs dangle as he carries me, and he slowly lowers me to the bed, never breaking away from the kiss as his body comes down on mine.
My mind is going a thousand miles a minute with so many contradictory thoughts that it’s maddening. I can’t listen to the part of my brain that is reminding me I don’t move this fast, because my body is in too big of a hurry to move faster.
Primal instincts kick in, and I surrender to them when I start pulling his shirt over his head, forgetting how to be cautious. Our kiss breaks long enough for the shirt to come off, and he’s back on me, kissing me so hard that I’m surprised it doesn’t hurt.
My hands freely explore all the lines of definition, feeling the lean muscle beneath my fingertips as they ripple with his movements.
In one motion, he jerks my towel off and tosses it aside before pressing his body down against mine, pinning me down but not making me bear the full brunt of his weight. A small breath leaves my lips when I feel his skin touching all my skin, and my mind becomes a series of dirty, base needs instead of any logic.
I hate his shorts, because they don’t feel so good on my skin.
When I start kicking them off, he reaches between us, helping me out. Every bad decision I could make is eclipsed by the desire that has been building since the day I showed up at his apartment to dump him.
It’s not a smooth motion to get his shorts off, because he won’t stop kissing me. Not that I’m complaining.
The second something big and hard thumps against my stomach, I freeze, and he finally breaks the kiss while smirking down at me.
“Don’t get scared now,” he murmurs, fingering a piece of my damp hair and moving it away from my face.
I don’t get the chance to speak, because he dips his head and starts trailing kisses down my neck, nipping the sensitive skin and leaving a burning trail in its wake.
My hands slide over his shoulders, gripping like I’m going to push him away, but I think I claw him closer instead.
When that beast of a thing he calls a penis brushes against my thigh and starts pushing inside, my breath heaves out in a rush.
“Condom,” I say, surprising myself. I meant to say something like slow down.
He grins as he leans up. “I’m not fucking you yet. But I will be wearing a condom when I do. Don’t worry.”