“Jax…” she moans sleepily, and it’s so damn sexy that I can feel my dick stirring against her ass. At least reduced libido is one symptom I’m not suffering from. “I can practically hear the cogs in your mind whirling.”
“Sorry, Baby Girl,” I mumble in her ear, loving the way her back arches into me. “Can’t sleep,” I tell her with a sigh.
She turns around so that she’s facing me, her face outlined in the soft light that’s filtering in from the hall. God, she’s so fucking beautiful. It blows my mind that she's even in my bed, let alone that she loves me. I am the luckiest fucker alive, even if it’s not felt like it the past few weeks.
“You look tired, love,” she says, a cute as fuck frown creasing her brow. I swear my heart skips a beat when she calls me that. I want to hear it on her lips for the rest of my life.
Her hand comes up to cup my face, and my breath stills gazing into her hazel eyes, seeing the love shining in them. Before Lilly, no one had ever touched me with affection, not that I can remember anyway. Maybe my mom used to, but my sperm donor soon beat that out of her, telling her it would make me soft.
Suddenly, an idea springs to mind, and my skin gets itchy with the need to be outside with my girl.
“Will you come with me, baby?” I ask her softly, watching every thought that crosses her stunning face. “I want to show you something.”
“Of course,” she says with a smile. “I’d go anywhere with you, Jax.”
The truth of her words hits me square in the chest, the trust that she’s placed in me makes me feel as though I’m ten feet tall. I give her one last squeeze, placing a quick kiss on her lips, then get up and help her out of bed, grabbing some clean sweatshorts and pulling them on whilst she dresses in a tank and tiny shorts that have me rethinking my plans.
I grab my phone, then pull her out of the room and head towards the front door. The lodge is quiet, everyone else having gone to bed long ago and giving me some alone time with her.
She gives me a quizzical look as I lead her to the door, opening it, the sound of the hammering rain filling the quiet space.
“Jax!” she hisses through her teeth, and I pull her out into the downpour. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asks, laughing as I tug her faster, heading for the pier.
A chuckle of pure happiness rolls out of me as we walk along the wooden boards, and I stop in the middle, turning to face her. Her usually bouncy brunette hair is plastered to her head until she resembles a drowned cat, but she’s never looked more beautiful to me. I probably look similar given that she pulled my hair out of its tie earlier.
“One of the few positive things that my shitstain of a sperm donor insisted on growing up, was that I had to keep in touch with my Southern roots,” I tell her, scrolling through my phone until I find the song I’m after. Thank fuck for waterproof iPhones.
There’s that cute frown line again as she looks at me, the beginning ofHard To Loveby Lee Brice starting to play. Walking over to one of the posts, I place the device down, then stroll back to her, stopping a step away.
“Dance with me?” I ask, my heart drumming for some inexplicable reason. I’ve never shown anyone this; not even the guys know my love for country swing dancing.
She beams, water cascading down her face as she steps towards me, taking my outstretched hand. We begin to move, slowly at first with a two step, but she quickly picks up the steps, following my lead. She sways her hips like a pro, unsurprisingly, a delighted giggle falling from her lips when I back slide into a pivot and spin her, in front and behind me.
I basic dip her like Prince fucking Charming, and her laughter fills my ears as I bring her back up, stealing a quick kiss. Beaming back at her, I keep leading us, twirling her around me, swinging my hips in time to the beat, the rain falling around us as we dance.
We get lost in our own world, partners in perfect synchronicity until all too soon the song starts to come to a close. I finish the dance, dipping her several times, then pulling her close and slow dancing, our hips pressed tightly together.
As the song ends, I capture her lips with my own, kissing her until I’m lightheaded and we break away, gasping.
“Jesus, Jax,” she pants, her pupils blown and chest heaving, her nipples hard and pressed against the thin fabric of her tank.”How did I not know you could dance like that?”
I shrug, smiling like a loon at her.
“It was my escape growing up,” I confess, my voice low as if worried we’ll be overheard. “Something my father encouraged that I loved doing.”
I suddenly feel shy, exposed, in a way that I've never let myself be before and I look out towards the sea, the rain obscuring my view. I feel her hand on my face, bringing me to look back at her.
“It was an escape for me too. Dancing,” she tells me when I give her a questioning look, a soft, gentle smile on her face. “We all need at least one thing that we love doing, Jax. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
I can’t help myself, I lean down and kiss her fiercely again.Could this girl get any more fucking perfect?
Bending down a little more, I pick her up under her thighs, which wrap around my hips, not breaking our kiss as I start to stride back to the lodge.
“Phone!” she gasps, breaking our kiss with a laugh.
Turning back around, I walk to the post, letting Lilly grab my phone, and then turn us back, walking up the pier with her tight in my arms.
“Looks like I’ve made you all wet again, Baby Girl,” I say, trying and failing to hold in the smirk.