In My Dreams

Chapter Two

Violent rain smashes down on my car windscreen. The wiper blades are working fast and hard to smear off the droplets. I've moved into the middle lane of the motorway. I can just about see the car brake lights in front of me when a flash of light to the right of me catches my attention. The light collides into the side of my car catapulting me into the air. The shattered glass from the windscreen sweeps across my face slicing my skin. There's a deafening sound and the feel of crumbling metal at my feet. The seat belt locks around my body stopping me from falling out but its tight across my shoulders and my ribs, cutting into my skin. I can feel the blood rushing to every nerve in my eyeballs and ears as the car takes another roll, this roll releases the air bag which hits me hard in the face...

I'm waking up in a deep gasping breath in a heart pounding state. It takes me a moment to compose myself. My hair is sticking to the back of my neck feeling tacky, again. I reach for my phone to see what the time it is. Its 4.30 in the morning.
I have two unread messages both from Alex. Quite frankly I am in no mood to read his nonsense so early in the morning.
I can taste in my mouth how dehydrated I am and desperate for a glass of water. I swing my legs off my bed and notice that I'm still wearing my sparkly purple dress. I quickly rummage through my overnight bag to find my joggers and a cami. I brush my tacky hair through and tie it back into a pony tail and open my bedroom door, heading downstairs to the kitchen.
As I get closer to the kitchen I see the door cracks are already illuminated. That's unlike my mum to leave a light on. As I open the door and walk through, I see Jaxon sitting up at the breakfast bar. I've startled him, he absolutely shits himself. I can't help but have a little laugh. "Sorry did I scare you?"
"Yes, you did" he laughed "I was just looking out into the garden, minding my own business when I see the reflection in the window of the door opening with a body just standing there. I wasn't expecting that at all. What are you doing down here?"
"I've come down to get some water, I drank way too much wine last night, I feel like shit." I admitted.
Jaxon glides off the stool with ease, walks over to a cupboard and reaches for a glass, he kindly fills the glass up with water and passes it to me. He is so handsome. His dimples are so alluring and I know I am melting right before him. I can't quite work out why he is having such an effect on me and my body. This has never happened to me before. My nipples deceive me and quite visibly have gone hard. I know he notices.
"Thank you." I say as I take the glass from his hands. Our hands accidentally touch. His hands are warm and soft, I want him to touch me again.
"What are you doing down here?" I asked trying to diffuse the tension between us. Is it a sexual tension?
"I couldn't sleep either." he says rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands. "I mean I'm dead tired but I just can't shut off." He is back up on the bar stool now gazing out of the window. Gazing out as if he has a million and one things on his mind.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask, his handsome face seems troubled.
"Nah it's not something I want to talk about at 4.45 in the morning but thank you all the same." He laughs through his nose but he quickly loses his smile. I wish I could know what he's is thinking.
I should go back to bed but I don't want to. Something in my body is telling me to stay right here with Jaxon.
I slowly move over to him and place my hand on his left shoulder. He turns his head to face me then he looks down at my hand, then his blue eyes travel back up to mine. My hand instantly warms, like electricity from just a touch. My heart is pounding and my breathing gets faster and heavier. The intensity in his eyes are starting to make me feel weak at the knees. Jaxon senses this so he jumps off from the chair and his tall body leans into mine.
I feel his fingers stroke under my chin, softly lifting my chin up towards his face. My heart is really pounding now, I can hear it in my ears. I can't help myself but push my lips on to his. He welcomes my lips as our tongues meet for the first time ever. Oh wow. He is the best kisser. What is going on, I don't know but whatever it is I want more. The kiss is full of pure passion. Passion, something that I have never experienced before in my life. Like a new door has been opened up for me to walk through. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He puts me on the kitchen work top and presses himself against my legs. His lips travel down my neck where I can feel his stubble grazing my skin. It tickles so I give a little giggle. He moves down to my breasts kissing every inch, oh my. He pulls up my cami revealing my full breasts.
"Wow." he whispered, taking me all in with his eyes, his eyes grow wide with excitement, possessing him. He plays with my nipple with his tongue and sharply nips at it. I make a groaning sound as he kisses over my stomach. I'm moving my hands into his hair completely fucking drunk with pleasure. I want him. I need him. I really, really want him. His fingers graze over the elastic of my joggers, teasing me.
Somewhere in the distance I can hear beeping coming from across the room. It keeps going off. What is that? I am starting to come out of this Jaxon bubble and I can tell he is too feeling a irritated by the beeping sound. As we both start to slow, he takes his hands off of my body and stops. We are left staring at each other, forehead to forehead, trying to catch a breath. He stands in between my legs, I can tell he doesn't want to move.
"It's my phone" I whispered regrettably.
"I thought so." He sighs when the phone beeps again. "That fucking thing, I can't believe I'm going to say this but You better check it."
Jaxon takes a step back allowing room for me to get down. He leans against the island in the middle of the kitchen rubbing his hand down the back of his neck and over his forehead. My tits are hanging out so I quickly cover my exposed chest pulling down my cami and I jump down from the kitchen top. I reach for my phone and check it. With the two unread messages I received during the night from Alex, there's another five messages from him.