Beautifully Shattered (The Beautifully Series Book 1) (48 page)

“Please . . . Jax . .
. Now . . . Please.”

He licks me one more
time, long and thorough, before his tongue is tracing a pattern up my
body. I grab his cock and rub him against my clit. His eyes close as
he moans.

“Condom,” he says
as he pulls away.

I nod. I watch his
every move as he reaches for his discarded pants on the floor. I tell
myself not to think about why he has one in his pocket. I’m glad
he’s prepared. If he didn’t have one, I would think that he’s
gone bareback with someone else. I don’t know why, but I think that
would kill me more than knowing he was expecting to sleep with
someone else tonight. All thoughts leave as he hovers over me, condom
in place.

I close the distance by
nibbling his lips with my teeth. He growls, and in the next second,
the head of his cock is at my opening. I suck in a breath as he
slowly fills me. I can feel every delightful inch of him. I squeeze
his biceps, digging my nails into them. He holds still, like he did
the first time, allowing me to readjust to his size. I nod, letting
him know to move.

“I can’t hold back
anymore,” he says through gritted teeth as he slides almost
completely out of me.

I wrap my legs around
his waist, deepening the position. “Then don’t.”

He slides slowly back
in, letting me feel every delectable inch of him. He pulls out with
the same ease. Staring into my eyes, he bends down and traces my lips
with his tongue. I suck it into my mouth. He growls and slams into
me.

“OH GOD . . . YES . .
. JAX . . .” I scream as he starts to pound in and out of me.

He slides almost all
the way out again and slams back in. He does this over and over
again. I’m dripping wet. I can feel my juices running down my
thighs and onto my blanket.

I lick his ear and suck
on the earlobe. “Please,” I moan into his ear.

All teasing is gone. He
finally fucks me like we both need him to. I run my hands down his
chest, digging my nails into his back. He’s fucking me so hard my
body moves up the bed. He grabs onto my hips to hold me in place. My
vision blurs as pleasure takes over.

“Eyes on me.” He
lifts one of my legs and hooks it over his shoulder.

They snap open, obeying
his command. I wasn’t even aware they were closed. Everything seems
to slow down but speed up at the same time. When I think I can’t
take anymore, one of his hands shifts to my clit. His thumb moves in
circles, giving me the most pleasure I’ve ever felt. My legs
quiver.

Sweat drips off his
forehead and onto my chest. I feel it trail down the center of my
breast and towards my belly button. My skin is on fire. I’m so
close . . . I need more. He’s close, too. He’s biting his lip in
concentration.

He licks my throat.
“Cum,” he commands in his sexy bedroom voice.

I shake my head. I need
more.

He rubs my clit faster.
I gasp at the new sensations. I stare into his eyes and see all the
love he has for me. He’s looking at me as if I’m the most
beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“I love you,” he
says.

I shatter around him.
Everything disappears except for the feeling of him inside of me. I’m
barely aware of him following me into his own climax. I blink a few
times, trying to clear the spots from my vision. His breathing
ragged, he lays on top of me. We lay like this for a few minutes
until he slowly slides out of me. I wince. Without a word, he walks
naked into my in-suite bathroom. I hear the water running. Before I
know it, he’s returned with a washcloth in hand.

I watch him as he
cleans me up. Once he’s done, he tosses the washcloth onto the
floor and climbs into bed. He pulls my naked body to him. I turn so
that my head is on his chest.

“I’ve missed you,”
I whisper.

“I’ve been right
here, love, I could never leave you.”

“Jax—”

“I know I just . . .
I just couldn’t watch you with him. I hate when he touches you. It
makes me sick just to watch you two hold hands.” He says it barely
loud enough for me to hear.

I watch his face the
entire time. Seeing how truthful his words are hurts me. I hate that
I hurt him and led on Kohen at the same time. I don’t believe I did
anything wrong because I was done with Jax. I gave up on him when he
walked away from me the last time. I was moving on, it just sucks
that Kohen is going to get hurt because of me.

“It’s only ever
been you,” I murmur into his chest.

Feeling something soft
and warm on the back of my leg, I move it away quickly, kicking
whatever was trying to wake me up.

“FUCK!” Jax shouts
at the same time I realize that the something I kicked was a someone
and it was a face.

“Crap! I’m sorry,”
I say while trying not to laugh.

“You think this is
funny?”

My laugher dies when I
see him covering a part of his face, holding his bleeding nose. I
jump out of bed and run toward the bathroom to get him toilet paper,
but my sheet has other plans. I fall flat on my face before I even
know that I’m falling.

“Ouch,” I say into
the hardwood floor that I once thought was beautiful, but I now have
the urge to cover up with carpet.

Before I can even lift
my head, Jax is kneeling next to me, helping me up. Seeing a few
drops of blood trickle to the floor, I look up to find Jax’s
already squeezing his nostrils together. It then dawns on me that it
isn’t his blood on my floor, it’s mine. Awesome. I can’t help
it, I start laughing. The unladylike laughing too. Snorts and all.
Which of course makes it harder for Jax to keep pressure on my nose,
too.

“You really find this
funny?”

“How can you not find
this funny? We both have bloody noses. What are the chances?”

“I learned a long
time ago to expect the unexpected when it comes to you. I do have to
give it to you, though, I really didn’t think you would kick me in
the face when I tried waking you up.”

I move my hand up to my
face and he lets go of my nose. I lead us both to the bathroom for
some much needed toilet paper.

“You should have
known that you would have gotten hurt trying to wake me up. I’m not
known for being the easiest to wake up.”

“That’s the
understatement of the year.”

I glare at him as I
inspect my nose in the mirror, happy to see that it has already
stopped bleeding. I have a nice bruise already forming at the bridge
of my nose. If only this was a horrible nightmare. The pain in my
face reminds me this is reality. Which of course makes me laugh
again. Jax gives me his best stern look, but by the way he’s biting
the inside of his cheek, I can tell he’s trying not to laugh, too.

“Come . . . on . . .
this . . . is . . . funny,” I eventually wheeze out when I’m able
to somewhat control myself.

“I can’t believe
that you keep hitting my face. That’s the only thing I have going
for me. How do you expect me to get ladies now?” Jax says with a
chuckle.

I narrow my eyes at
him. I know he’s joking but I can’t help feel a little stab of
jealousy when he mentions wanting to look good for the ladies.
Mentally brushing it off, I turn my shower on.

“Hey, what’s
wrong?” Jax asks.

“Nothing, I just want
to clean up.” I notice the blood on my hands and a few drops on my
breast, my very naked breast.

It’s then that I
realize that I’m wearing nothing. Holy shit, I can’t believe that
I’m prancing around naked, and worse, that I fell flat on my face.
The sexiest woman award definitely won’t be showing up at my
doorstep anytime soon.

“Hey, don’t do
that.”

“Huh?” I ask,
confused.

Jax takes a step
closer, I take a step back.

“Don’t pretend with
me. I know you, Ads, you can’t fool me.”

Another step forward.
Another step back. I can’t help thinking about Jax being a lion
stalking his prey. I love that he’s stalking me.

“I don’t know what
you’re talking about.” I breathe heavily when Jax has me pushed
up against the wall.

He smiles wickedly
before raising my arms that I unconsciously crossed to cover myself.
He looks at me with such longing that my legs feel like Jell-O. When
Jax licks his lower lip, I bite mine to keep from moaning. How
embarrassing, he hasn’t done anything to me and I’m already
fighting the urge to moan. Everything he does is so fucking hot it’s
hard not to get turned on and lose myself in him.

“Tell me what’s
wrong.”

“Huh?” I repeat
like a complete moron.

I have no idea what we
are talking about as all I can focus on is that mouth. God, I want to
feel his mouth on me again. I arch up to him, silently inviting him
to have his way with me. Pinning my hands above my head, he bends and
skims his tongue on my throat.

“Are you jealous?”
he whispers into my ear.

“Huh?” I ask again.

I really need to find
other words. I just can’t seem to find a reason to care as Jax’s
tongue traces my collarbone to my shoulder.

“You got upset about
my joke. I’m sorry, love, I shouldn’t have said that, but you
need to know that you have nothing to be jealous about. You’re it
for me, Ads. There’s nobody else.”

“Oh,” I say,
finally understanding what he means.

“Yeah, oh. Don’t
pretend that you’re fine when you’re not. We can only work if we
don’t shut the other one out. I want us—”

I jump up and wrap my
legs around his waist, shutting him up. Jax kneads my ass in both
hands and kisses me long and hard. I’m so consumed by the kiss that
I haven’t even realized that we’re in the shower until I feel the
hot water prickle my back.

Jax pushes me against
the wall and the different temperatures from the hot water beating
down on both of us and the cold tile turns me on even more. He
presses into me so that his body is holding me up against the wall. I
bite my lip when his hand plays with the inside of my thigh. He bites
down on my neck at the same time he inserts a finger in my wet pussy.

“OH . . . GOD . ..”
I pant breathlessly.

“I can’t wait to
have you again,” Jax says as he slowly takes his finger out of my
pussy and brings it to his mouth and sucks hard.

“Please.”

“Patience.”

I can’t believe that
he just got me all hot and ready, just to stop. I might actually kill
him.

“That word isn’t in
my vocabulary.” I grab ahold of his hard dick.

Jax’s clenches his
jaw when I run my fingertip over the head of his cock, and lick the
pre-cum off my finger.

“You’re going to
kill me.”

“You shouldn’t
start something that you have no intention of finishing.”

He bends to kiss me
again, but I quickly duck underneath his arm. As much as I want to
finish what he started, I’m sore. Plus my mind is still reeling. I
can’t believe he’s still here. I had a feeling when I woke up, he
would be gone. I need a little space, time to clear my mind.

“What the—” Words
fail him when he see’s what I plan on doing.

I lean out of the
shower and point at the bathroom door.

“You’re kicking me
out?” he asks in disbelief.

I can’t believe that
I’m kicking him out either.

“I need some time,”
I admit.

He brings my hand up to
his mouth. I watch as he kisses the inside of each palm.

“I’ll start
breakfast,” he says before kissing me deeply.

He trails his finger
over my collarbone. Enjoying the fact that my body trembles under his
touch. Most likely because I’m denying us both. Just one touch from
him and my body is alive.

He’s wearing that
stupid gorgeous grin of his that I hate and secretly love at the same
time. Jax kisses me again and I lick my suddenly dry lips. His pupils
dilate, making his green eyes darker. I arch up to him, welcoming his
lips.

“I’ll have
breakfast ready by the time you’re out of the shower then.” He
plants a quick kiss to my cheek, missing my greedy lips.

I try to tear my eyes
away from his sexy back. I really do try, just not that hard. His
sexy muscles are practically calling my name. They want me to stare
and watch them move with each step he takes. His muscles are made to
be stared at. My eyes roam down his back to his even sexier ass. What
I wouldn’t give to sink my teeth in that tight ass, but I need to
slow things down. As if reading my mind, Jax stops and turns his
head, but keeps his tight ass in my view.

I don’t even try to
act like I’m not ogling him. There’s really no point. I keep my
gaze firmly on his ass. I can feel his eyes on me like I know he can
feel mine on him. The only difference is that I’m looking at his
tight ass in his soaking wet boxer briefs and his eyes are on my
face. He’s watching me check him out. And enjoying every second of
it.

“Seriously, feel free
to picture me when you’re showering. When you run your soapy hands
up and down your body, imagine it’s my hands.”

Concentrating on
breathing is nearly impossible.

“Imagine it’s my
hands soaping up those perfect tits of yours. It’s my hand that
will be going in-between your thighs, nobody else.”

Breathe
in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
That is the only
thing I can concentrate on. Nothing else matters at the moment. Jax’s
words consume me, taking everything away, leaving only him and his
sexy words.

I’m about to tell him
that I don’t want to imagine his hands again, I want it to actually
be him in that shower with me. All thoughts leave me when he gives me
a wink and strips out of his boxers. Who needs to remember to breathe
when there’s a naked God in their presence? Not me.

He winks before tossing
them at me. Quick like a ninja, I catch them before they hit their
target.

Without another word,
he closes the bathroom door. I can’t believe that he’s walking
around my place naked and I’m standing here in the shower. I want
more than anything to follow him, but I desperately need to calm
down. I need time to myself to grasp that we’re together.