The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 79

For the past week or so, they’d been talking about making love, but Jax was actually the one hesitating. He was worried about how Sarah might react, and the last thing he wanted to do was scare her. It was f*****g killing him to be so close to her every night and not run his tongue over every inch of her curves, but he was determined to take it slow.

They’d had lots to work through over the past six weeks, anyway, and s*x would have just been a distraction. By far, the hardest conversation had been when Jax told Sarah about what went on behind the scenes at King’s Garage.

He had admitted to hiring Honey and Tank, and he’d confessed his deepest, darkest intentions about hurting Dave. He didn’t hold back from her at all, didn’t spare himself her anger, and he'd told her the whole truth. He'd told her that if she’d died, his intention had been to kill Dave. She’d been horrified and shocked, and had retreated from him for over a week. No calls, no communication at all.

Jax had been sure he’d lost her as surely as if she’d never emerged from the coma, and when she’d finally called him to meet for a talk, he’d almost danced with joy. It had been a tough conversation, but they’d hashed it all out, in the end. Sarah had forgiven and understood him – yet again, some more – and he was working hard every day to deserve her and this third chance that he had miraculously been given.

She had moved in with Jax the week before – officially moved in, for good and forever, he hoped. After a few days of nerves about Garrett, Noah’s new private care provider, and Annie protesting about Jax picking up the tab for Garrett, it had all settled down.

Sarah was now fully focused on her recovery, both physical and mental. And making love was a big part of both.

Maybe this is the right time to take the next step?

As soon as Jax finished having the thought, his cell phone rang, and he groaned.

“It’s OK,” she said. “Take it. I want to make a cup of tea anyway.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.” She sat up, and he supported her back as she struggled a bit. “I’m sure.”

She walked into the kitchen, and put the kettle on to boil. She held on to the counter, more for balance than for leverage, and stared out the window at the starry sky. The inky blackness sparked something in her, some memory, and she shut her eyes to help retrieve it.

Night sky. Thousands of stars. Cool water. Hot breath on my skin, on my mouth. Hands on me… in me. Oh. Oh, God.

She heard Jax coming into the kitchen behind her.

“Jax?”

He stopped, not sure what that tone in her voice meant. “Yeah?”

“You know what I just kind of remembered, and now I miss?”

“What?”

“Floating around the swimming pool with you, looking at the stars.”

“You remember that?” Jax was ecstatic: that night was one of his favorite memories with Sarah, and it had killed him that she had had no recollection of it at all.

“Yeah, a bit.” She sighed. “I remember that it was beautiful. Too bad the weather’s turned.”

“Well, that’s what the hot tub is for,” Jax said. “Star-gazing in the autumn and winter.”

She turned around now, and her bright blue eyes settled on his face. “You have a hot tub?”

“You forgot about it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

“Well.” His husky voice was almost a growl. “It’s turned on and ready to go. If you want to go for a dip, I mean.”

“With you?”

“Hell, yeah.”

She turned off the element under the kettle, pretended to think about it. “I don’t have a bathing suit.”

He approached her now, his large body taut with desire. “You don’t need one.”

Sarah laughed. “Maybe I can keep my underwear on?”

“I’ll take whatever you want to give me, doll.”

Hand in hand, they walked out to the back deck, and Jax helped her down the stairs. The hot tub was covered, and he pushed a button that slid it back. The steam rose in the crisp late-October night, and Sarah smiled at Jax.

“What are you thinking?” he said.

In response, she pulled his shirt up and off his head. His breath caught with memory, with need.

God, I’m starved for her.

“Touch me,” he said, his voice a pleading rasp. “Sarah, please touch me.”

Her hands moved over his body, slow and shy. It was a kind of exquisite torture, this knowing innocence of hers. Her rediscovery of him was pure pleasure, and he wanted nothing more than to refresh his own memory of her fire and silk. When she moved into his arms and lifted her glowing face to his, he sighed. Her lips were soft and eager, and possessiveness smashed him in the chest.

Mine. f*****g all mine. I’m never letting her go, not ever again.