Page 22 of Bad Boy's Convenient Wife

“Before we get too carried away, I have a surprise for you.” He rested his hands at my hips while I looked up at him.

“You do?” I smiled, and he nodded.

“Why don’t you go get dressed, put on something comfortable?” I bit the inside of my lip, and his head tilted. “What is it?”

“Do you mind if I shower first?” I found myself asking. His dark eyes softened.

“Not at all.” He kissed the top of my head and led me through the house and into the master bathroom. The space was as luxurious and beautiful as the rest of the house. “If you need anything, just shout for me.”

“Okay. Thanks, Jax.” I smiled and watched him leave the space. Shutting the door, I let my hand hover over the lock.

Don’t lock it,a little voice in the back of my head whispered. Tempting fate, and hoping he would come in, I left the door unlocked as I started the shower. I undressed quickly, picking up my clothes and setting them on the closed toilet. The spacious bathroom filled with steam. I walked into the shower and sighed with content.

The two rain shower heads pounded down my back with hot steamy water and helped loosen my muscles. I couldn’t believe how wound up I was from a kiss. That’s all we’d done. Just kiss. But by how embarrassingly wet I was, you would think we’d done so much more. I was more than turned on. I washed and conditioned my hair. With every passing second, I kept thinking about Jax.

Jax and his skilled mouth.

The man was incredibly talented. He’d made the world and every single worry fade away all while making me feel so safe andcherished. I scrubbed my body wash over my flesh, letting my hands glide up and down my arms and then chest.

Throughout the tour, I’d watched him play guitar. Both on and off the stage. And each time had been a tease. The way he strummed those strings left me wondering how those hands would feel on a woman’s body.

No not just a woman,on me. Those talented hands would be confident on my body. They’d start at my arms. Stroking my skin. Slowly but with purpose, up and down, relaxing my body with every stroke.

I let my imagination run away with me.

I pretended his strong body was standing behind me. My eyes fluttered shut, and I could almost feel his body heat radiating against my back. His skin pressed against mine, and I shivered despite the warm temperature of the water cascading down my naked body. Jax would lean in close. His breath fanning against the back of my neck and shoulders. His hand would slide down from my waist toward my stomach. So close to where I needed him.

“Open for me, baby.,Jax would gruffly order, and I’d do exactly as he wanted. I’d do anything to get the man to touch me.

I would happily be his good girl.

My nipples tightened, and my breasts ached. My hands moved up to cup them and squeeze. His hands would feel better. His talented fingers would roll and twist my nipples. One stayed holding my breast while the other moved down my stomach and between my legs.

My breathing picked up while the scene played out behind my closed eyes. I imagined his fingers skimming my folds gently. Tenderly torturing me. Making me drip with desire.

“Good girl,”his voice would rumble against my shoulder, and I’d lean into his muscular frame.

My fingers dipped inside, and I gasped. I was wet and warm. More than primed for more. A moan escaped from my lips as my head tipped back.

“Jax,” I whimpered into the shower while I worked my pussy into a frenzy. My fingers sawed in and out of my sex. Bringing me closer and closer to the edge with every stroke. All the while knowing however good I could make myself feel, his hands would feel better.

“Jax!” my voice squeaked as I rolled my nipples between my fingers and rubbed my clit a little harder. The pressure exactly what my body needed. “Oh god! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cried out, whimpering his name like a prayer.

My body quaked as an orgasm plowed through me, leaving me breathless and content for the moment.

A sound startled me, forcing myself to open my eyes.

Much to my disappointment, I was still alone in the bathroom. So much for hoping and wishing he’d step in and join me. I could have almost laughed at myself. I finished washing my hair before stepping out and wrapping the huge towel around my body.

I wiped the condensation off the mirror and stared at myself. I looked the same. Dark hair, dark green mossy eyes, olive skin. But I felt different.

Maybe because I had a feeling I’d messed up.

Crushing on Jax Porter was one thing, especially when he was just my quiet sexy neighbor. But falling in love with Jax Porter, the bad boy of Soul Obsession? Only a crazy person would do that.

And I’d done just that.

I’d fallen for Jax, and I had a feeling it was going to kick me in the butt because no other man would ever compare to him for me. I knew that in my bones. And all we’d done was kiss.

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