Page 41 of Beach Bum Billion-Heiress
Jax, the big sneak, crept up behind me without me noticing. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and brought me back into his chest. My eyes fluttered shut and I just breathed him in: sunshine and sunscreen.
"You look absolutely gorgeous, baby," he whispered in my ear. A quick kiss to my earlobe, a nibble up higher, then a kiss behind my ear. The shiver hit me like it always did when Jax touched me. My body only responded to him, like our bodies knew each other on a cellular level. "No matter what happens with your father tonight, promise me you know."
I tilted my head to see his face. "Know what?" His eyes were focused entirely on me, not letting me even think of looking away.
"Know who you are. Know you are capable, and smart, and strong. Know how worthy you are of every good thing. No matter happens," his arms squeezed me tighter, "don't let your father take that knowledge from you."
I spun in his arms, my gaze never leaving his. My man's face was set in stone, his sincere words bringing a dreamy smile to my face. "I know. Whether he gives me the trust fund or not, I know I'll be fine. More than fine." Even in heels, I still had to stretch to plant a kiss on his lips. "I mean, if worse comes to worst, I can teach surf lessons, right? I'm damn good on my board now."
He smirks, the levity returning to his face. "Yeah, you only lost your swim bottoms twice last time we went out."
I pulled away, swatting at the air. "Oh, please, I just did that for your sake."
"Uh huh, sure."
"Don't you need to be getting dressed?" I threw some lip gloss and my driver’s license into my tiny clutch, refusing to meet his eye, knowing I'd burst out laughing. Seriously, they needed to make better swim suit bottoms that stayed where they belonged. It wasn't my fault.
I heard his swim trunks hit the floor and I spun around so fast I nearly went down in my sky-high heels. Goddamn, he was hot. All tan skin and bulging muscles, messy dark hair and blue eyes. I followed the trail as nature intended to see he was already shifting from soft to hard, lengthening as I watched him move.
"Quit looking at me, Sage." My eyes regretfully left the view that had them entranced and saw that Jax was staring back at me, his eyes intense.
I shrugged. "We've got time."
He gave me the look, the one that said I was being naughty.
"Well, we do! You'd have to promise not to mess up my make-up or my hair though. Can you do that?" Now it was my turn to be skeptical. Jax had a thing with pulling my hair. I didn't mind it normally, in fact I loved it, but not when I'd taken time to curl my long hair and artfully pull a few pieces back with pins.
"Turn around." Jax wrapped his hand around himself, while eyeing me in my dress. I didn't bother looking away, too entranced with each tug and pull to give him my eyes.
"No hair pulling. I'm serious."
"Turn. Around."
Ah, my dominant boyfriend was back. I whirled around, knowing I'd be repaid in spades for my obedience.
"Hands on the dresser, feet apart."
I leaned onto the dresser, stepping my high heeled feet wide apart. Jax' heat hit my backside as he came closer. The shivers started again when he ran one rough finger up the back of my leg, then up under my dress. The skirt flipped up and his big hands grabbed hold of both cheeks, squeezing and pulling me back into him.
My lacy thong was pulled aside and he pushed inside immediately, the feeling of fullness like none other. It hadn't taken long in our relationship for me to get on birth control, for no other reason than to feel Jax without any barriers. I groaned and pressed back, wanting more of him, now. What I got was a slap on the cheek, the sting startling me, creating a frenzy inside of me.
"Please, Jax," I begged, my voice already breathy and desperate.
"Maybe it's time for those spankings I owe you from our camping trip. Make this beautiful ass you keep showing me nice and red before we go meet your father. Would you like that? Meeting dear ol' dad with my handprint still on you?"
I dropped my head between my arms, biting my lip to keep from screaming at him to hurry up. To keep moving. Jax spoke so calmly and smoothly normally, that to hear his dirty talk in the bedroom was an instant turn-on.
His hand smacked down again, the sting starting on my other cheek.
"Answer me."
"Yes, yes, yes..." I was panting from trying to keep still, from keeping myself from raising my voice to beg him for what I needed. I brought my head up to take in the scene behind me in the mirror. Jax' face was so serious, like he was holding onto his restraint by a thread.
He thrust back in, setting a fast pace that made my eyes roll back in my head with pleasure. Thank God. The dreamcatcher he'd given me a while back to match my tattoo was swinging wildly from the corner of the mirror.
The goose bumps were taking over, the feelings rushing through my body too good to contain, when he pulled completely out.
"No..." I whined, feeling the cold air meet my heated skin.
