Page 7 of The Study Session

“So you don't have a backup in case the whole football thing doesn't work out?” He looks at me with surprise in his eyes, andI regret asking the question. I've seen him on the field. He is incredible. The odds are he will go very far in his football career. “Not that I'm saying you're bad. It's just that the field can be dangerous. You never know when something is going to take you out for good.”

“I have to make sure football works out then,” Jax says, shrugging slightly.

There's something he's not saying, and I can't even imagine what it is. People like him—people from Glendale—don't have things handed to them very often. Jax got his scholarship here through football, and if he weren't on the team, that scholarship would be dropped in an instant. I don't even know what would happen to him after.

After about ten minutes of walking toward the dorm as slowly as we possibly can, both of us linger outside. As strange as it is to admit, I don't want this to end. Jax is surprisingly present with me, and getting to know more about him has opened my eyes to another side of him.

“Here we are,” Jax says, nodding to the door behind me. I stand there and nod, not knowing what to say like an idiot.

All I can think about right now is the kiss in the library and how incredible that felt. Maybe I was a fool to suggest we don't do anything romantic because I regret it about now.

“This was surprisingly very fun,” I admit, staring at him with an inviting smile. I'm trying to make it as obvious as I possibly can that I want him to make a move. I even back away from the door and lean against the cold brick wall as I watch him. His eyes fall from my face to my body in front of him, and I can see the thoughts running across his mind.

“Well, only one of us was surprised then. I knew this would be a good time,” Jax says, teasing me slightly. “It sure is a shame you said there couldn't be anything romantic about this.”

I blush as a smile crosses my lips. Of course he would call me out on that now. “It sure is. But I know a guy like you would never break any rules.”

He lets out an audible laugh, one filled with surprised joy that I don't think I've ever heard from him. It morphs his entire face from the dark, angry, and intimidating yet oddly attractive one he usually wears to something else entirely. His green eyes sparkle as he looks at me, and I know this is a side of him I want more of.

Jax takes a step forward, bridging the gap between the two of us and immediately moving his hands to my waist. “There's a lot you need to learn about me,” he says a moment before his lips fall on mine.

I don't do anything to fight against it. In fact, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. My lips part and his tongue slides inside, dancing with my own as I hold him close. I can taste coffee and mint on his tongue, and it's strangely intoxicating—a unique mixture of things that make him him.

Some students walking by clap their hands and cheer for us as our intense make-out session goes on. Eventually, I pull away and laugh, feeling a little embarrassed about our public display.

“I should get to my room. I have an early day tomorrow,” I say in a hushed voice as I push him away.

“I'll walk you there,” Jax offers, and I know better than to refuse at this point.

I open the dorm building with my ID, and we make our way down the halls to my room. Jax follows close, keeping his eyes on me the entire way. I feel them boring into my back, and it's oddly exhilarating. When I stop in front of my room, I linger by the door for a moment as I turn around to give him one last kiss goodbye.

“We should do this again,” I say, then turn around to unlock the door with my key.

The moment I open it, Jax's hand is on the back pushing it open for me. At first, I think he's just being a gentleman and letting me walk through with ease, but then he steps through behind me and closes it. I stare at him confused, wondering what he's doing. There's a brief flicker of fear in my chest, but something about him eases that discomfort. Jax might be incredibly intense, but I don't think he would hurt me.

“What are you—” I begin, about to tell him to leave, when he drops to his knees in front of me and starts kissing my thighs. He pushes the bottom of my pink plaid skirt up and stares at the white lace panties I'm wearing in awe.

I want to tell him to stop, to let him know it's too soon to do anything like this. I've never been with a guy before physically. Sure, I've had a couple of dates with guys every now and then and a few crushes from time to time. But it's never progressed beyond a first date. I'm woefully unprepared for anything that's about to happen.

Every thought in my brain goes stagnant, forming briefly before fizzling out and dissolving before I can even birth them. His hands caress my skin, sending warm shivers through my body. I feel the heat of his breath against my pussy, and I can already feel the arousal throbbing. Whatever's about to happen, I'm surprised, but I want it.

“Tell me, has anyone ever done this to you before?” Jax asks, staring up at me as he opens his mouth and presses it against my clit. Even over my panties, the sensation is intense, and I close my eyes and moan. “Has another man ever licked your pussy?”

“No,” I admit, knowing it's what he wants to hear too. I look down at him as he smiles, digging his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly lowering them.

“Good,” Jax says, his hands wrapping around my waist to grab my ass and squeeze it. “No other man ever will. It's all mine from here on out.”

I almost want to contest that, to let him know he has no say in those matters, but before I can even try, his mouth is hot against me, and my mind goes blank.

“Oh my God,” I say, completely breathless as his tongue explores me.

He teases me slightly, pressing his mouth hard against me as he grazes my clit with his tongue. Every moan and whimper I give is enough to pull him away to stop. It feels like torture every time he pulls away, and he's getting off on that.

“Lie back on the bed,” Jax commands, standing and moving me closer.

I don't hesitate to do exactly what he says. I fall back on the bed and spread my legs wide for him. He pushes the skirt up slightly to see my fully exposed pussy. He breathes heavily as he stares at it, tracing his finger along my folds.

“I want you to come on my tongue,” Jax whispers, pressing his mouth against me once again before lapping his tongue over my clit. “I want this pussy to be all mine.”

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