Page 77 of Dirty Pucking Tease

Over the past few days, I'd done nothing but talk. I was talked out, or at least I felt like I was at that moment. Jax carefully lifted my legs and sank into the couch before setting my legs over his. He'd done it many times before, yet this time felt different, and I couldn't explain why.

Everything felt so right with Jax, like I could pick up where we left off in my memory, and it wouldn't feel like anything was missing except that I knew it was and that there was another man probably waiting to hear something from me.

"A movie sounds good." I smiled. "What did you have in mind?"

"What are you in the mood for?" He reached forward, grabbing the remote from the table. "Scary, romance, comedy, action?"

I thought about my choices, weighing each option carefully. I knew comedy or action were the safe choices. The choices that wouldn't leave me in Jax's arms before the end of the night, but for some reason, that was where I wanted to be. "Scary."

His gaze flicked up, meeting mine. His lips curled up into a smile. "You hate scary movies."

My brows pinched dramatically. "Wait, I do?"

His face softened with concern. "You don't remember?"

I laughed. "I'm kidding, Jax." He visibly relaxed, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he exhaled a heavy sigh. "Can we go to the theatre? Liz ordered a new chaise lounge couch the last time she was home that I haven't tried yet."

"Yeah." He smirked. "You eat, and I'll get the theatre ready."

Jax made me a plate, disappeared down the hall, and didn't return until I was completely done with my food.

"You ready?"

"What took so long?"

"I was getting the room ready." Ready for what? "Are you ready?" I nodded slowly, shifting on the couch, careful with my sore leg, but Jax swooped in and scooped me off the couch, cradling me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck before he spun and carried me toward the back of the house.

"You know I can walk, right?"

"I know," he said, carefully weaving me down the hall and into the theatre. "I wanted to hold you. I've missed you."

"I was only asleep for five days."

He dropped me easily onto the oversized dark grey chaise lounge couch and strolled to the opposite side while I settled intothe sofa he'd covered in pillows and a blanket. "First," he said, dropping onto the couch, "that was the longest five days of not knowing whether I would ever get to hold you again." I shifted my weight off my leg, twisting to face him, and he did the same. "Second, I'd lost you long before that because I couldn't get out of my own head."

It looked like this conversation was happening whether I was ready or not. "And what changed? The accident?" I knew the fear of death and losing someone forever was a powerful thing. It had the ability to not just completely change a person's feelings towards someone but bring every regret to the surface.

"Yes and no." He reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I knew that I fucked up before the accident. I just didn't know how or if I could fix it, but I was going to try. I texted you that morning before I went into class because I wanted to meet you after class to tell you everything, but I never got the chance."

"And what would you have said if you had gotten the chance?"

His tongue swept out, wetting his dry lips as his gaze searched my face, finally settling on my mouth. My heart fluttered, and my pulse raced. His chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths. A shiver snaked up my spine as I fought back a whimper of anticipation so lost in the moment that I didn't even realize he'd moved closer. Our bodies flush against each other, he cupped my face as his gaze lifted to meet mine. His eyes silently begged for permission. My hand curled into his shirt, pulling him into me, and that was all he needed. His mouth covered mine in a desperate, hungry kiss like he'd been starved for days, and my mouth and tongue were what he needed to survive starvation.

I shifted my weight, pushing him to his back and climbing on top. My leg suddenly felt no pain. It could have been the 800 mgof Ibuprofen, but I'd like to think it was the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I rolled my hips against him, feeling every inch of him through my thin sleep shorts.

"Kai," he breathed, breaking from the kiss as his hand flew to my hips, stilling me.

"What?" My brows pinched. "What's wrong?"

"We can't."

"You don't want me?"

He huffed out a laugh. "You have no idea how bad I want you. It would be so easy for me to pick up like nothing ever happened and fuck you right here right now until you are screaming my name." He shifted carefully, putting me to his side. "But I don't want you to hate me when your memory comes back because I took advantage of the situation." There was no way that I would ever be mad about a mind-blowing orgasm, right? I was ready to explain that to him when I remembered Alex and realized Jax was right. I didn't know if I was dating Alex or not. Was I cheating on him? "I just feel like we should wait until you know what you want."

"What if I never remember?"

"Then you have to make the decision about what you want to do."

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