The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 44

Sarah was crying, crying like she hadn’t cried in years. Jax held her naked body, murmuring to her, trying to soothe her. He could still taste her sweetness on his tongue; he still heard her screams of release in his ears. But right after her orgasm, she’d burst into tears, and she couldn’t seem to stop crying.

Slowly, her sobs stopped, and her shaking calmed. Jax held her away from him, scared to death that he’d done something wrong, maybe even triggered some kind of traumatic memory in her.

“Why are you crying, baby?” he asked softly. “Did I hurt you? Scare you?”

She shook her head.

With his thumbs, Jax wiped the tears still gathering in the corners of her gorgeous eyes. “Tell me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing.” Sarah took a deep breath. “Nothing’s wrong. I just – I’ve never felt so… close to anyone else. Not ever. I didn’t realize that it would be so… so beautiful. To be close to someone.”

Jax was silent, stroking her back, thinking. He’d never thought of s*x as a way to be close to someone – beyond all the obvious, physical ways. It was always about fast, easy, available p***y. Taking one of the bar chicks to one of the crash rooms. Unzipping his fly and pulling out his c**k, and rolling on the rubber; raising her skirt or tugging down her jeans, giving her a fingering and making her come, bending her over the sofa. Just removing the minimum in terms of barriers and going for it, then coming quick and hard. Zipping up again, leaving the crash room, downing a shot of whiskey after.

Honestly, he couldn’t actually remember the last time that he’d been with a woman like this. Completely naked, lying down on a bed. Skin to skin, eye to eye, heart to heart. Slow and gentle, taking his time, watching a woman’s face as she came. Kissing every inch of her body, holding her close after, caring how she felt about being with him.

Sarah was right, actually. It was beautiful, and he didn’t want it to end. The thought that he had to take her home in a few minutes was killing him. Over the past few weeks, he’d fallen slowly and surely into the tiny miracle that was Sarah.

The time they’d spent together – and he meant all the time, from drinking coffee fully-clothed to giving each other amazing orgasms all over his house – was the highlight of his life right now. And when she was in his arms, sweaty and panting, screaming his name, it was nothing less than heaven.

At this exact moment in time, all he wanted was to go to sleep with her – right here, right now, in this bed. He wanted to crack open his eyes tomorrow morning and see her right there next to him, to slowly kiss her awake, to make love to her before their feet had even hit the floor.

Is this what you meant when you realized that you wanted ‘something more’ from her? It may have been and in that case, open your mouth, man, before you talk yourself out of saying anything.

Jax took a deep breath. “There’s something that I really want from you, Sarah.”

She raised her head to look at him, surprised. This was the first time that Jax had actually asked her for anything, and that fact alone made her want to give it to him.

“What is it?” she said.

“I want you to start spending the night with me.” He ran his fingers over her back. “I want you to sleep at my place, wake up with me in the morning.”

“Oh.” Sarah felt her chest tighten. “Oh, Jax, I don’t know if I can…”

“I know.” His voice was resigned, quiet. “I know what the situation is. But can you at least think about it? Talk to your Mom about it?”

She paused, surprised all over again. The want in his voice was amazing – she could feel how much he desired this. It was coming off him in waves.

Maybe he needs this?

“Yeah, OK. I’ll talk to Mom.”

“Thank you.” He stared down at her. “I don’t mean every night, you know, or even every week. Just once in a while, if you can. I’d make sure to get you home in time to give Noah his breakfast, so don’t even worry about that.”

Sarah nodded. The truth was that somehow things between them had changed in some deep, permanent way, and she’d love to stay with Jax overnight. The thought of staying curled up in those amazing arms all night, and waking up to those eyes gazing at her, took her breath away. More and more over the past few weeks, she had come to hate that moment when she had to sit up, pull away, untangle herself from his embrace.

And that moment is here again now, unfortunately.

“I’ve got to go, Jax,” she said reluctantly. “Mom has to leave for work in about thirty minutes. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry.” He kissed her forehead. “This was the deal between us, and I knew all about your responsibilities from the word go. I guess I just didn’t expect to want this. To want you to stay in my bed.” He flushed, suddenly hearing his words. The implication was that he’d assumed that she would merely be someone he’d get off with, and then send on her merry way. “Damn, baby. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded…”

“No, it’s OK. I didn’t expect to ever stay over, either. I never thought you’d even ask.” She smiled at him. “But I’m glad you did.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah. And if I can find a way, I will.”

“You promise me?”

She kissed him, slow and deep. “I promise, babe.”