“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Huh?” I repeat like a complete moron.

I have no idea what we are talking about as all I can focus on is that mouth. God, I want to feel his mouth on me again. I arch up to him, silently inviting him to have his way with me. Pinning my hands above my head, he bends and skims his tongue on my throat.

“Are you jealous?” he whispers into my ear.

“Huh?” I ask again.

I really need to find other words. I just can’t seem to find a reason to care as Jax’s tongue traces my collarbone to my shoulder.

“You got upset about my joke. I’m sorry, love, I shouldn’t have said that, but you need to know that you have nothing to be jealous about. You’re it for me, Ads. There’s nobody else.”

“Oh,” I say, finally understanding what he means.

“Yeah, oh. Don’t pretend that you’re fine when you’re not. We can only work if we don’t shut the other one out. I want us—”

I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, shutting him up. Jax kneads my ass in both hands and kisses me long and hard. I’m so consumed by the kiss that I haven’t even realized that we’re in the shower until I feel the hot water prickle my back.

Jax pushes me against the wall and the different temperatures from the hot water beating down on both of us and the cold tile turns me on even more. He presses into me so that his body is holding me up against the wall. I bite my lip when his hand plays with the inside of my thigh. He bites down on my neck at the same time he inserts a finger in my wet pussy.

“OH . . . GOD . ..” I pant breathlessly.

“I can’t wait to have you again,” Jax says as he slowly takes his finger out of my pussy and brings it to his mouth and sucks hard.

“Please.”

“Patience.”

I can’t believe that he just got me all hot and ready, just to stop. I might actually kill him.

“That word isn’t in my vocabulary.” I grab ahold of his hard dick.

Jax’s clenches his jaw when I run my fingertip over the head of his cock, and lick the pre-cum off my finger.

“You’re going to kill me.”

“You shouldn’t start something that you have no intention of finishing.”

He bends to kiss me again, but I quickly duck underneath his arm. As much as I want to finish what he started, I’m sore. Plus my mind is still reeling. I can’t believe he’s still here. I had a feeling when I woke up, he would be gone. I need a little space, time to clear my mind.

“What the—” Words fail him when he see’s what I plan on doing.

I lean out of the shower and point at the bathroom door.

“You’re kicking me out?” he asks in disbelief.

I can’t believe that I’m kicking him out either.

“I need some time,” I admit.

He brings my hand up to his mouth. I watch as he kisses the inside of each palm.

“I’ll start breakfast,” he says before kissing me deeply.

He trails his finger over my collarbone. Enjoying the fact that my body trembles under his touch. Most likely because I’m denying us both. Just one touch from him and my body is alive.

He’s wearing that stupid gorgeous grin of his that I hate and secretly love at the same time. Jax kisses me again and I lick my suddenly dry lips. His pupils dilate, making his green eyes darker. I arch up to him, welcoming his lips.

“I’ll have breakfast ready by the time you’re out of the shower then.” He plants a quick kiss to my cheek, missing my greedy lips.

I try to tear my eyes away from his sexy back. I really do try, just not that hard. His sexy muscles are practically calling my name. They want me to stare and watch them move with each step he takes. His muscles are made to be stared at. My eyes roam down his back to his even sexier ass. What I wouldn’t give to sink my teeth in that tight ass, but I need to slow things down. As if reading my mind, Jax stops and turns his head, but keeps his tight ass in my view.

I don’t even try to act like I’m not ogling him. There’s really no point. I keep my gaze firmly on his ass. I can feel his eyes on me like I know he can feel mine on him. The only difference is that I’m looking at his tight ass in his soaking wet boxer briefs and his eyes are on my face. He’s watching me check him out. And enjoying every second of it.

“Seriously, feel free to picture me when you’re showering. When you run your soapy hands up and down your body, imagine it’s my hands.”

Concentrating on breathing is nearly impossible.

“Imagine it’s my hands soaping up those perfect tits of yours. It’s my hand that will be going in-between your thighs, nobody else.”

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. That is the only thing I can concentrate on. Nothing else matters at the moment. Jax’s words consume me, taking everything away, leaving only him and his sexy words.

I’m about to tell him that I don’t want to imagine his hands again, I want it to actually be him in that shower with me. All thoughts leave me when he gives me a wink and strips out of his boxers. Who needs to remember to breathe when there’s a naked God in their presence? Not me.

He winks before tossing them at me. Quick like a ninja, I catch them before they hit their target.

Without another word, he closes the bathroom door. I can’t believe that he’s walking around my place naked and I’m standing here in the shower. I want more than anything to follow him, but I desperately need to calm down. I need time to myself to grasp that we’re together.

Holy crap, I’m with Jaxon Chandler. My mind can’t even begin to process that. What will Logan think? I need to tell Kohen, too. I won’t lie to him, I don’t see the point. He deserves the truth. I just hope that I don’t hurt him too badly.

Rinsing shampoo out of my hair, I try in vain to keep a neutral expression. I fail miserably. I’m finally with the one person that I have always wanted to be with, but never thought I could. It’s almost too good to be true. This will never work.

No, I will be happy. I will only think of the positives. Nothing can bring me down today, not after last night, not after everything Jax told me. I want to be happy. I want to be happy with him.

With my little pep talk still fresh in my mind, I step out of the shower to quickly get dressed. I can’t wait to get back to my man. Hmm. I like the sound of that. I hesitate, wondering what I should wear. I want to look good. The leggings in my hands don’t seem like the right choice. I want to be comfy, though. I plan to just stay in all day with Jax, but I don’t want to look boring. Should I dress a little sexier, or should I go casual? Ugh, this is stupid! I’m not one of those girls. Jax likes me for me, not for my fantastic fashion sense. I step into my leggings and grab a tank. I leave my hair down and let it dry naturally. There, done.

I use all my willpower to take my time and not sprint to Jax in the kitchen, reminding myself to walk with each step. I’m surprised that I don’t smell anything cooking. Guess he’s ordering in. Doesn’t matter to me what we eat. My kitchen is empty. Where is he? He wasn’t in the living room and I didn’t hear him in the guest room.

“Jax?” I call out.

Nothing.

He left without saying anything. I knew it was too good to be true.

No, he wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t just leave me. Calm down. He probably went to get food or for a change of clothes. Yeah, that’s it. I tell myself there’s a logical explanation over and over again.

Ten minutes later, I’m not any closer to convincing myself than I was the first time. Numbly, I walk over to my couch. I want to be one of those women that you read about, the strong ones who can face anything that gets thrown their way. Sadly I’m not, I’m just weak.

Another half hour goes by and still no sign of Jax. I search my place one more time to make sure that I didn’t miss a note or anything that would tell me why he just left. Surprise surprise, I’m empty-handed. I glare at my phone, willing it to light up, telling me that Jax cares enough to text me. Five more minutes. Nothing.