Sea Breeze 01 - Breathe

took the dress and led me to a guest bedroom. “You have a bathroom at your disposal, and you’ll find it has all you could possibly need to get dressed for tonight.”
    “Okay,” I said as he lay the dress on the bed and walked back to the door.
    He gave me a cocky grin. “I’ll pick you up at seven, if that’s all right.”
    I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It showed a quarter to six now. “See you then.”
    He bowed and closed the door behind him.
    I walked into the adjoining bathroom. Makeup, bath gels, soaps, salts, creams, and as many different body lotions, splashes, and powders covered the marble countertops. I bit my lip to keep from laughing out loud. He’d been prepared for me to say yes. A piece of paper lay on top of the towels, bath cloths, sponge, loofah, and some other item I’d never seen before. I picked it up and smiled when I realized it was from Jax.
    Sadie,
    I had no idea what you would need. I took the liberty of buying everything I thought smelled good. Not any of it smells as good as you, but the saleslady assured me all women want to feel pampered in the bath. So I just bought it all. As for the makeup, you don’t need any. Your natural beauty is enough to bring me to my knees, but I wanted you to be happy, so I had a saleslady give me everything a “gorgeous blonde with incredible skin and amazing blue eyes with lashes that are long and curly without any help” might need. She said it sounded like you didn’t need anything, but she gave me a few things she believed would make you happy.
    I love you,
    Jax
    I laughed and tucked the note safely into my purse. Then I picked up the first bottle to test the smell and decide which fragrance I wanted to use. The bathroom door opened behind me, and I spun around to see Jax standing there, staring at me. Before I could ask him what he needed he closed the distance between us and grabbed my waist to pull me up against his chest. The bottle I’d been holding fell to the plush rug below right before his mouth came down over mine.
    “I’m sorry, but I suck at being good,” he murmured as his tongue tangled with mine. I was completely consumed by his taste. I grabbed his shoulders to hold on to something while he made my world spin with one extremely hot kiss.
    He pushed me back until I was pressed against the edge of the marble counter, then he picked me up and sat me down on it without once breaking our frantic kissing. Jax stood between my open legs, and the idea of what he’d done to me the last time he’d been between my legs made my body shiver. Both of his hands slid slowly up the inside of my thighs. I knew where he was going and I wanted him to hurry. He’d made me weak when it came to his touch.
    Jax’s lips left mine and he trailed kisses across my jawline. Then he focused on nibbling and licking the spot behind my ear until he had me trembling in his arms as he moved his kisses down my neck to stop just at the edge of my cleavage.
    Both his hands moved up to take the hem of my shirt as his eyes lifted to meet mine. “Can I?” he asked as he began easing my shirt up over my stomach. I managed to nod in response. He made quick work of discarding my shirt, and his mouth was back on the tops of my breasts as his talented fingers reached around me to find the clasp of my bra.
    In the back of my head I knew this was getting more and more out of hand. I couldn’t be my mom. I didn’t want to be like her. But Jax’s touch made everything else seem unimportant. I was lost in the sensations he stirred in my body. They controlled me.
    The lacey straps to my bra fell down my arms and Jax pulled it the rest of the way off, dropping it to the ground beside us.
    “Your body is so damn perfect. I can’t get it out of my head. I think about touching you . . . and tasting you . . . and being inside you all the time. I don’t want to scare you or do anything you’re not ready for, but I just need to touch you more.”
    The pleading sound in his voice was like warm butter. I was ready to strip down and let him do exactly what he wanted to do. I wouldn’t though. There was a line I just wasn’t sure I could cross. He’d be leaving me soon. Could I give that part of myself to him knowing there were no promises between us? No. I couldn’t. Instead of telling him any of that, I reached for his shirt and pulled it up until he raised his arms to allow me to completely pull it over his head. I wanted to touch him too.