Her eyes light at that, and I'm once again knocked off my feet from the vision that is Hailey. I don’t even care that she’s naked, I just always want her to look as content as she does right now—her cheeks flushed with pleasure, her lips swollen from my kisses, and a relaxed smile on her face.
She’s never been more beautiful than she is in this moment.
18
HAILEY
I can't keep the smile off my face as Jax pulls me off of his bed and down the hallway to the bathroom. I'm completely mesmerized by not only his body, but by his absolute lack of bashfulness as he walks through his house butt naked.
I didn’t even know it was possible for someone to feel this comfortable in their body. I never quite reached the point where I was walking around the apartment naked, but there were plenty of times where I felt sexy enough to wear lingerie or dress up in a skimpy outfit. It only took a few looks from Steve before I started questioning those decisions and instead began to cover up more.
Now looking at Jax’s naked body, I can’t remember a single reason why anyone would want to cover themselves. I've always been mesmerized by Jax's physical appearance. It obviously stands out that he has such a massive stature, but it's not just his size: it's also size with apurpose. Every muscle on his body was built through hard work and a lot of sweat. Also, a lot of food. It's the functional kind of muscle that he earned through millions of reps, thousands of hours training, and a dozen fights. His body is a masterpiece.
And right now, trailing behind him, all I can think about is how badly I want to lick over every line of every muscle. How badly I want to trace over the tattoo on his back, to use my tongue to follow the ink from his shoulder, across his back, down his spine, then find my own way across his trim waist and perfectly grabbable ass…
A bolt of lust fires through me at the memory of grabbing that ass while he thrusted into me. And then another as I remember exactly how those thrusts felt.
Part of me still can't believe we just had sex. I was sure he was going to turn me away when I showed up tonight.
But I'm so glad he didn't, because that sex was... otherworldly. I had no idea sex could feel like that.
Despite what Steve seemed to believe, I wasn't that experienced when it came to sex. I’ve always had a feeling that I crave a different kind of sex, but high school boys aren’t exactly known for being very good at or adventurous with sex. I've barely even skimmed the surface of what I want.
In only one hour, Jax smashed through that.
I never knew you could experience sex like that. I had a feeling Jax would be in tune with my needs, solely from our past conversations, but what he did to my body was something else entirely. I’ve never been so turned on—or come so hard. Between the manhandling, the dirty talk, the sweetness contrasting his roughness… Jax just proved that it wasn’t my fault that I could only come occasionally from oral sex; there was nothing wrong with me that sex wasn’t always enjoyable.
My mind drifts back to what itshouldbe like. Jax spanking me, Jax fucking my mouth, Jax going down on me like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have…
A shudder runs through me at the memory. Which of course Jax notices.
He pulls me into the bathroom so he can shut the door behind me. He must think I'm cold because he immediately turns on the hot water and ushers me into the shower enclosure.
Through the glass, I watch him throw two towels into the towel warmer that Jax is notoriously fond of. The running joke is that it was exactly the kind of drunk midnight purchase Jax would make—only no one is laughing anymore because that thing is priceless.
When Jax finally steps in behind me, I can't stop the giggle that slips from my lips.
One side of his lip tips up. "What?"
"You're huge," I say with a laugh. He raises an eyebrow, the grin on his face growing. "You probably barely fit in here even when I'm not here. How are we supposed to shower together?"
"Easy. We just stay close." To emphasize his point, he presses his chest to my back as he reaches past me to grab the body wash. Squeezing some of it in his palm, he starts to work it into a lather on my skin.
"You don't have to do that, I can wash myself," I say awkwardly, trying to spin to face him.
He holds me in place and continues to work the soap down my back. "I want to," he responds simply. "I like taking care of you. I always have."
That quiets me. I know it's true because he was always the one to look out for me when I was a kid. Anytime I needed a hand, a savior, or even just a friend, he was there. He was always taking care of me.
I blush and stand still, letting him wash me.
When he reaches my lower back, he works the soap over my ass and down my thighs. I'm fairly certain he's avoiding a certain area on purpose. He just drops into a squat behind me and washes down the length of my legs.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I hear him whisper. And when I turn slightly to look at where he's kneeling behind me, my breath catches at the look on his face. He's looking up at me with awe, and love, and lust.
He looks at me in a way he's never done before. In a wayno onehas ever done before.
"Jax," I whisper helplessly. I don't know what comes after that, I just know I'm being shattered by the look in his eyes.