The Ruby Riot Series: Box Set Part 17

"You don't know where you're going!"

"That's what I like about my life, Jax, otherwise, I wouldn't be here with you."

Jax strides toward me, his tall figure catching up quickly, before he sweeps me into an embrace, seizing me around the waist. I hold a hand out to steady myself, but our bodies meet and mould together, Jax's lips on mine. He drags me into his hips and holds my head steady as he surprises me with the strength of the kiss. I grasp his hair, desire for Jax firing as his tongue strokes mine. He runs a hand along the nape of my neck and I s.h.i.+ver.

Too soon, he pulls away.

"Too public," he says hoa.r.s.ely and drags me by the hand to the edge of the pavement. I stumble as Jax pulls me around the corner of the white rendered building. In the narrow alleyway, he presses me against the wall, and holds my head in both hands. "I didn't kiss you properly yesterday and I want to."

"You just did."

Jax kisses my face, moving gradually to my mouth until he runs his tongue gently across my lips. The heat rus.h.i.+ng through my blood, from the sudden pa.s.sion of Jax's kiss a minute ago, is intensified by his hard body against mine.

"I can do better than that," he whispers against my mouth.

"Still public," I murmur.

"Isn't that part of the fun?" He sneaks a hand beneath my s.h.i.+rt and his palm closes around my side as his mouth pushes back against mine.

If my legs buckle now, Jax will laugh; but even if I remain standing, he won't be able to miss how I'm shaking with the overwhelming physical effect he has. This pulsing with desire merely from a touch or kiss never happened with anybody before Jax. Maybe the possibility of being caught pressed against the side of a building and the question over how far he'll take this is what intensifies the arousal.

Jax's lips are soft but firm and he grips my hair with his other hand, tugs my head back, and kisses me. Now I understand what he meant by kissing me properly; his mouth claims mine as he delves his tongue deeper into my mouth. He plays his fingers lightly along my side and I s.n.a.t.c.h my chance to explore the defined muscles of his chest, running a hand along from his pecs to his abs before gripping his s.h.i.+rt to stop myself exploring any further.

Jax pushes me harder against the wall and I pull my mouth away as his l.u.s.t threatens to consume the last part of awareness of where we are. "Jax!"

His response is a switch back to the slow, teasing kiss of yesterday, but the sweetness does nothing to quell the burning need he's ignited. My mouth smarts as he pulls his mouth away and rests his forehead against mine.

"f.u.c.k," he mutters under his breath and rubs his lips together, his darkened eyes meeting mine.

Until Jax moves, I'm not calming down anytime soon, especially if he looks at me like this. I wriggle against him. "We can't stay here."

"True." Jax sighs and steps back taking my hand and pulling me back into him. He strokes my hair straight where he's mussed it and smiles. "You're one h.e.l.l of a kisser."

I rest a finger on his lips and return his smile; my heart hammering so loudly I swear Jax will be able to hear it. "So are we going for a second date?"

He takes my hand and kisses my palm. "And more. Where was that contract? I'm happy to sign it."

I giggle as he wraps me in his arms and kisses the top of my head. "I'll have one drawn up."

At 1 a.m., high on the adrenaline of my pa.s.sionate clinch with Jax, I climb out of the taxi into the shadows of the hotel car park. We part with one more s.n.a.t.c.hed kiss, and Jax waits outside as I sneak into the hotel like a naughty teen attempting to hide from my parents. I pa.s.s through the quiet lobby, where the young guy working behind the reception desk glances up then returns to his work on the computer.

On the fifteenth floor, I creep along the hallway to my room, half-expecting Bryn to jump out when I pa.s.s his. The hallway is silent, even in the direction of the Ruby Riot boys' rooms. Either their party finished early, or they're still out and haven't started yet. Something twinges in my chest. If they do come back and party, will Jax join in? And if he does, will Jax forget about everything that happened between us tonight after he's had a few more drinks? Although I shake that thought from my head, the image of his hands on another girl still niggles. I don't have any claim on him, and he knows the score. I'll wait and see "Tegan!" a voice half-whispers behind me, rapid footsteps catching up. Jax grabs my hand and spins me round. "Don't go yet."

The tingling that's lingered since I walked away from him spreads through my body as he pulls me close again, mouth immediately on mine. I put a hand between us. "Not here, Jax!"

"Come back to my room," he whispers against my ear. "I don't want to let you go yet."

My body aches, the presence of this man clouding my already poor judgement. "Don't get any ideas if I do."

He strokes my hair from my face. "Jesus, Tegan, my mind is full of ideas, but I'll behave."

"Will you? I doubt that." I brush my mouth against his and he pushes me against the wall again.

"Up to you."

I catch Jax's hand as it sneaks around to my a.s.s. "Jax! I said not here."

"Come with me or I'm going to keep kissing you here, and I don't give a c.r.a.p who sees." Jax's hands slide up my sides, and he grips my waist.

"Okay."

This could be a big mistake.

Clothes cover Jax's room, the bed unmade. I didn't count on him only having a room, imagining he had a suite like me. A bed. A chair. A desk. Not much else. I hover in the doorway. Climbing onto the large bed with Jax would definitely not be good for my self-control.

Jax sits on the edge of the bed and leans back, arms behind him as he looks at me from beneath his fringe. "Come here and kiss me."

"No," I reply and cross my arms. "You come here. I'm not climbing onto that bed with you."

The heavy tension hovers in the room between us, drawing us together. Even if I wanted to, I doubt I'd walk away now.

"I respect what you said about s.e.x, Tegan, but I have more imagination than that. Let me show you what I mean." My stomach tightens at his suggestion and ideas flood into my mind. "Come here and kiss me or I'm going to come over there and get you."

I purse my lips. "Yeah?"

He doesn't take his eyes off mine. "Yeah."

"Who put you in charge?"

Jax sucks in a breath and leisurely sweeps a gaze along the length of my body. "You want to be in charge? Go ahead."

This is the only way. If I yield to him, even for one second, all my good intentions will leave. Without replying, I cross to the bed, place a hand on Jax's chest, and push him backwards onto the mattress. A smile creeps across his face as I straddle his lap. Placing one hand either side of Jax's head, I look down, meeting his eyes in challenge.

Jax seizes my head and presses his mouth hard against mine; I fall down onto him until our chests meet. He s.h.i.+fts beneath me, arousal evident as he grips my hips and pushes against me. When he slides a hand along my legs to my a.s.s, I'm relieved I wore skinny jeans tonight. A barrier between us isn't stopping my dampening arousal, but this keeps away the fingers I don't want touching me. Wrong. I ache for him to touch me, but I can't. Not yet.

The l.u.s.t-fuelled kiss earlier is chaste in comparison to this; Jax sweeps his tongue against mine, and I surrender my control. When Jax switches his attention to my neck, his short, hot breaths spike my own arousal. He dips his tongue into the hollow of my neck and I s.h.i.+ft until closer, allowing his mouth to reach the skin at the neck of my t-s.h.i.+rt.

The action brings my b.r.e.a.s.t.s closer to his face and he buries his nose into my skin, digging his fingers further into my a.s.s.

"f.u.c.k!" Jax flips me over on the bed, roughly pus.h.i.+ng up my top and placing his lips on my belly. My body fires with sudden heat, the intensity surprising me, as he trails soft kisses toward my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Before I can catch up to what's happening, my bra's unclasped and pushed upwards, Jax's hands and mouth on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He swirls a tongue around the swell before taking my nipple into his mouth. His other hand dips under my a.s.s as he presses himself into me.

My mind protests, but my body yields, the way I promised I wouldn't. The confidence in his actions, the surety I'll let him do this, arouses me further. I'm used to guys being cautious, nervous even, but this I like. Too much.

I lift my arms and allow him to pull my t-s.h.i.+rt off. How many other girls wearing their Ruby Riot s.h.i.+rt tonight would like to be in my position? He sits back and drags his s.h.i.+rt over his head too and I finally have a close-up look at the taut muscle I saw glistening after his performance the other night.

When he moves forward for a kiss, I giggle and grab his arms. Catching him off-guard, I twist around until Jax falls beneath me again. I'm under no illusion; I know he let me because the strength in the firm biceps I'm holding is obvious.

Nudging apart his legs with my knee, I rest on him and meet his eyes in challenge again. Jax looks back, eyes darkened with desire. My nipples brush against his naked chest and he runs tickling fingers along my spine.

"You're trouble," he says hoa.r.s.ely.

"Absolutely." I smooth a hand along his jeans and lightly run my fingers over where his erection strains against the material.

Jax takes a sharp breath holds my hair from my face. "Don't do that."

I still my hand. "Why?"

"Because you f.u.c.king turn me on, Tegan, and I'm trying to control myself."

Beneath me, tricking me I'm in control is a man I've craved since the moment we stood alone in the confined s.p.a.ce of the elevator last week. We weren't touching, but I came close to giving in to the arcing energy between us even then. Now that energy has control of me.

I'm tempted to help him out of the rest of his clothes, but I'm not being one of his random girls. Jax needs to do more than take me on one date to get what he wants.

I sit back against the solid muscle of his thighs, and smile down at him, loving his loss of the rock star cool he usually blasts at girls. I drag fingernails across his abs instead, and, teasingly, I dip my fingers lower, running my hand along his erection again.

"s.h.i.+t!" Jax grabs my hand and I giggle. "Stop teasing me!"

"Sure. If you say so."

His look is fixed on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he runs a finger around my hardening nipples. "Your t.i.ts are amazing." He seizes my arms and pulls me down, pus.h.i.+ng me over until I'm the one lying on the bed. I wriggle against him but he holds my shoulder hard against the soft bedding.

I surrender to his attention, to the teasing tongue and his hand sliding toward my belly. Jax's mouth on my skin, the unleas.h.i.+ng of the s.e.xual charge that exists between us dizzies me and I fall toward allowing his bad intentions.

Jax unb.u.t.tons my jeans, yanking the zip down. "Take these off. Let me touch you."

Blood carries l.u.s.t through my body, but I squeeze his hand, fighting the inevitable. "No."

"Tegan!" he groans.

"I'm not getting naked for you, Jax. You haven't earned that yet."

His eyes widen in surprise. "Earned? What do I have to do to earn it?"

"I haven't decided yet, but you don't get into my pants that easily."

He c.o.c.ks a brow and gives me the annoyingly s.e.xy smile. "You wanna get into mine?"

I beckon him closer with one finger and when he does, I slam my hands against his chest and push him over on the bed. "Yes. But I'm not going to."

"You're f.u.c.king killing me!" he growls up at me and we grapple until he manages to pin me down again.

Our breath comes faster with the struggle - with each other and control - and I laugh. "Good. About time you had to work for something." I push against Jax's chest again, but this time he catches my arms and pins them above my head.

"Are you always like this?" he asks.

"Maybe." I tense waiting for his next move. When Jax releases my hands, we struggle again until I roll onto him. The sheets tangle around us, and Jax steadies himself as we reach the edge of the bed.

We stare at each other, locked in stalemate, and he laughs. "Should've expected you to be a tease."

"Then you won't be disappointed." I lean over him to take my t-s.h.i.+rt from the side of the bed and he grabs my arms.

"Fine, but don't go yet. If this is all I'm getting tonight, I'm making the most."

I dig my nails beneath Jax's fingers and loosen his grip on my arm. "Bad luck, Jax. This is all you're getting from me tonight."

I laugh at his pout as I pull my t-s.h.i.+rt back on and as I attempt to move, he grips my legs. "Stay. I don't want to stop."

Neither do I. I push my tangled hair from my face, pulling back my self-control as I b.u.t.ton up my jeans. Jax looks up at me from the bed, flushed face and dark-eyed l.u.s.t. Waiting. Tempting. Jesus, this man does things to my common sense. Swallowing, I close my eyes and steady my breathing.

Jax could use me. My brother would knock him unconscious if he did, but that doesn't mean Jax won't tempt me into his bed and throw me aside in the morning like he does with other girls.

"I think I'd better go, Jax."

Five minutes later, I flop onto my own bed and listen to the thrum of my heart in my ears. The arousal won't leave my system as long my lips sting from his kiss and body remembers his touch. The restraint he showed impressed me, but I'll discover tomorrow if my refusal to get naked means he'll move onto his next conquest.

Jax doesn't realise how lucky he almost was.

18.

PARIS, FRANCE.

JAX.

"Jaxon Lewis! You're a very naughty boy!"

Nate's voice echoes down the hallway from behind, distracting me from the vision of Tegan's cute a.s.s gloved by her tight jeans as she heads away. Ten minutes ago, buzzing from our performance, I'd headed offstage and found Tegan in the hallway. She didn't protest when I dragged her out of sight and kissed her; I was fairly sure everybody else would be occupied and nowhere near the quiet corner between the stage and the Green Room.

Wrong.

Now both Nate and Will know. Keeping this quiet isn't happening much longer.

I spin around and Nate strides over and pokes me in the chest.

"What?" I ask.

He raises a pierced brow and inclines his head to the direction Tegan walked in. "What have you been doing to the delicious Tegan?"