Page 104 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Damn it. He was watching me through the peephole. My hot friend-with-benefits saw me have a full-blown identity crisis and slap myself. I wish I could spontaneously self-immolate.
“Figured I should invite you in before your nerves win and you run away. C’mon,” Jax says, gesturing for me to enter.
I let out a nervous laugh as I walk into the room and a shiver creeps across my bare arms. Why is the AC on full blast? Apart from the arctic conditions, it’s a nice, normal room with a king-sized bed as the centerpiece.
Large hands grab my waist and a wide chest presses against my back as Jax’s body curls over mine. My breath stutters. I’m wearing heels, but I’m still small compared to him. His heat melts into me, his warm fingers rubbing tenderly over the goosebumps on my arms.
He puts his head on my shoulder. It’s heavy, but not too heavy, like he’s trying to let me feel his comforting presence without constricting me.
“Why’s my little brat so nervous today? You seem more scared than when I helda knife to your throat.”
My heart dips. I don’t want to turn him off with my insecurity.
“I’m sorry. This is all just very new to me…” I mumble.
Jax brushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “Don’t apologize. I like you defiant and I like you obedient, shy or outgoing, confident or nervous. I like all versions of you. You never gotta play a role for me. I asked ‘cause I wanna know if there’s anything I can do to make you feel more at ease.”
I smile. It’s absurd that a man whose face I haven’t seen can soothe me like he does, but it feels like we’ve known each other forever.
“I won’t pretend that I don’t enjoy scarin’ and hurtin’ you, Sugar. Damn, I do. Your pained whimpers get me hard as fuck, but I ain’t gonna do nothing you don’t want me to do. I already had you at knife point and I had you cuffed with your head underwater. If I was fixin’ to harm you, I would’ve done it then. Makes sense?”
The tension in my shoulders releases. “But I’ve never done anything like this,” I whisper.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I’ll take the lead. Just be my good girl and Daddy’s gonna take care of the rest.”
Instant arousal pools between my thighs.
His good girl. I really like him calling me that.
“Do you remember your safeword?” Jax asks.
“Glitterbomb or snapping my fingers three times.”
His hand drifts to the zipper of my dress. “Did you put on this sexy number for me?”
My stomach swoops and I blush. He loves the dress. My worries from earlier seem silly now.
“Yes, I wanted to look good for you.”
“Damn, I can’t wait to unwrap my gift,” he growls.
I expect him to rip the dress or cut it off like he did with my panties in the parking lot, but his gentleness surprises me. Jax tugs the zipper open so slowly, the anticipation makes my breath catch as his calloused fingers pull the straps from my shoulders. The dress falls. He teases along the lace edges of my bra over my stomach, his thumb brushing my clit through the matching panties.
“I brought something for you, too, but I fear my gifts can’t compare with you lookin’ like this,” he drawls.
From the closet, Jax grabs a black duffel bag. He takes out one item after the other and displays them on the bed.
A bottle of water. Safety scissors with a blunt tip. Cotton balls. One of those huge vibrating wands with a power cord. A metal bar with a padded leather cuff at each end. He’s got a blow dryer, too.
It gets even weirder when he takes out a roll of plastic wrap, but not one of those small ones for food. This one is massive, like the stuff they use for packing shipping pallets.
Expertly, Jax undoes the clasp of my bra and tosses it onto the desk. He cups my breasts, pinching my nipples into hard points and my pussy clenches. The rough quickie in the parking lot was hot and so was the drowning, but the way he’s lavishing slow attention on me has my head spinning. It feels like being worshipped. Appreciated.
He hooks two fingers into my panties, sliding them down as he sinks to his knees and lets me step out of them. My hands twitch. I want to take off his mask so I can twist my fingers into his hair and pull his mouth against my pulsing clit, but that’s off limits.
Jax rises and grabs my chin, tilting my head back. “Keep those sinful heels on, Sugar, and put your arms by your sides, straight down.”
Anxiety takes root in my center as I follow his instructions. Jax picks up the plastic wrap and stands behind me, unrolling one end. I flinch as he presses it against my upper back.
