Page 35 of Sinful Touch

I was so tired after I gave myself to him that he had to put his shirt on me. I was just going to fall asleep naked, but Jax wouldn’t have it.

Not only did he dress me, but before that, he bathed me and washed away the blood evidence that he took me in a way that no one else had; he washed my entire body, kissing me and whispering things into my ear.

I was so tired I did not respond the way I wanted, I just laid there as he made the bath for me, then dressed me, he took me to his bed, and I snuggled right in, the tiredness taking me away from him.

I feel the cold wind on my face. I open my eyes. Jax continues to walk outside towards the detached garage. He pushes open the door, and the light turns on, showing five different cars.

He makes his way over to the black SUV, I hear the doors unlock as he opens the passenger seat and gently places me into the seat.

I lay my head against the seat as he covered me with his jacket, a small gesture that warmed my entire body.

Jax closes the car door and makes his way over to his side, getting inside without wasting any time.

He turns on the car and pushes the button opening the garage door, I keep my eyes on him as he looks back and starts to back up, his strong jawline flexing as he focuses on what he is doing.

He is wearing a V-neck T-shirt that allows the tip of his chest tattoo to show, and his arms are bare, showing off the two full sleeves. He is gorgeous in every sense of the word.

He puts the car in drive and starts to drive down the road. He reaches over and rests his hand on my leg, yet another book-boyfriend gesture. I do not even think he realizes how each thing he does affects me.

“What are you doing, Darlin?” Jax asks in a low, amused voice.

“Looking at you,“ I whisper.

A smile forms across his face, making him look much sexier in the dark.

“What time is it?” I ask, seeing the blackness around us. I must not have been asleep for that long.

“3 a.m.” He says calmly.

“Where are we going?’ I asked, watching him closely.

“Somewhere I can take care of you,” He confesses to me.

I don't respond I just stare and process his words.

“It is important that you engage in self-care after we are intimate; you must let me take care of you,” he says, squeezing my leg.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“I’m taking you to my lake house. I have never taken anyone there before,” He says in a low but serious voice.

I hate that he feels the need to tell me that, that he feels that he needs to reassure me that he hasn’t done this with anyone else, but at the same time, I am grateful for it. He knows me better than anyone else does. In a short amount of time, he has figured me out, and I know he knows if he didn’t make that comment, I would have been asking myself if I am the only one he has brought to the lake house. At least now I don't have to ask.

I hope that one day I will not be so insecure about him and that I can get to a point where the other girls he has been with don’t make me insecure. I have a bad habit of comparing myself to the women I have seen around campus and at the bookstore.

“Jax,” I whisper, unable to hide the guilt and shame I feel I need validation from him.

“I want you to know that you and I are different,” he says calmly but confidently.

“I trust you. I believe you,” I say back, needing him to know that I am not doubting him and that I will not let my insecurities take me over, at least not tonight.

“I’m glad, Darlin, because you walking away from me is never going to happen again. Do you understand me?” he whispers, the pain in his voice coming to the surface.

“Yes, Sir, I understand,” I reply, knowing he needs to be the one to reassure him.

He squeezes my leg again, making me giggle as I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, the car is getting warmer, and tingles are on my skin from wear Jax is resting his hand.

This doesn’t seem real, but I don't care. I never want this to end.

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