With his parents taking Taylor for the weekend, it was the perfect opportunity, but he would need to figure out a way to get Gabby to listen to him. She’d been closed off since he’d returned and even more so since they’d given in to the attraction they still felt for each other. Sweet talking her wasn’t going to get his foot in the door.
But maybe honesty would. Gabby didn’t like it when people beat around the bush. She preferred direct and honest. He could still remember the end of their first date when he’d walked her to the door, hands sweating, trying to figure out whether or not he should kiss her good night, when she’d surprised the hell out of him by asking if he was going to kiss her already.
The challenge in her eyes had pushed his doubts away. He’d closed the distance between them, cupped the side of her face in the palm of his hand, and pressed his lips to hers. Looking back on it, Jax was pretty sure he started falling in love with her that night.
Thinking about their first date and how Gabby had felt pressed against him had his lower half waking up. He groaned and rolled over to bury his face in his pillow. To say he was sexually frustrated was an understatement. Gabby was the only woman he’d slept with since the night of their first date four and a half years ago. The little taste he’d gotten about a month ago hadn’t been enough. Not by a long shot. However, he had no desire to find another woman to satisfy his sexual urges. His body wanted Gabby and so did he.
Jax tried to think of something else, anything else, but it wasn’t working. If he thought about work, it brought back the time when Gabby had showed up at his job after hours in the sexiest librarian outfit he’d ever seen.
He hardened at the memory, and Jax knew what he was going to have to do if he had any hope of getting sleep. He snaked his hand into his boxers and grasped the base of his rock-hard cock. As he had many times during the three years he’d been gone, Jax let his thoughts take over as he stroked himself, imagining it was Gabby touching him.
It didn’t take long for him to feel the surge of energy shoot up his cock. He gasped, calling Gabby’s name as he climaxed. Wishing—hoping—that one day she’d forgive him and it wouldn’t only be memories warming him in his bed.