City Girl

Jax

Chapter 8

We didn't make it to the art show, we both knew what we really wanted.

The night air was crisp and refreshing, a stark contrast to the heat and chaos we had been having. Streetlights cast a soft glow around us, illuminating the sidewalk as we strolled side by side. I felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness, my heart racing with anticipation.

Jax walked beside me, his presence both comforting and electrifying. Every now and then, I would steal a glance at him, trying to decipher the thoughts behind his relaxed demeanor. He looked deep in thought, his brow slightly furrowed as he stared ahead, but his grip on my hand remained firm and reassuring.

"What are you thinking about?" I finally broke the silence, my curiosity getting the better of me.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze meeting mine. "Honestly? Thinking about all the ways I could make you come"

My breath hitched at his words, the directness of his statement sending a rush of warmth through my body. I was taken aback, my heart racing as the thrill of his confession coursed through me.

"Really?" I managed to stammer, trying to keep my composure in the face of his boldness.

Jax stepped in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur that sent shivers down my spine. "Yes, everything about you is begging to be played with"

My pulse quickened at his words, a combination of excitement and desire swirling within me. The way he spoke, so confidently and with such intent, sent a delicious thrill through my body. I felt a rush of heat creep up my cheeks, and I could hardly believe the direction our conversation was taking.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as I leaned into him, drawn closer by the magnetic pull between us.

Jax stepped even closer, his breath warm against my skin. "I mean that I can't help but think about how soft your skin feels, and all the ways you might react to my to my touch," he replied, his voice low and laden with desire. "I want to explore every inch of you, to see what makes you feel good."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, the thrill of his desire igniting something primal within me. The world around us faded, and it felt like we were the only two people in existence, lost in our own intoxicating bubble.

"Jax," I breathed, the weight of his gaze making me feel vulnerable yet exhilarated.

"And the way you say my fucking name" he purred, his voice thick with desire. "It drives me wild."

Each word felt like a caress, wrapping around me and pulling me deeper into his orbit. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and it sent a thrill coursing through my veins.
We finally made our way back to his place.

As we approached the building, the anticipation in the air crackled with intensity. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the weight of the night pressing down on me. Jax's hand remained firmly intertwined with mine, and I could sense the energy radiating off him, fueling my desire to see where this night could lead.

As he reached the front door he turned to me "you are going to go into my bedroom and wait for me" he demanded.

My heart raced at his words, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me. "Wait for you?" I echoed, trying to gauge his intentions. The way he said it felt commanding, and yet there was a thrill in that idea.

"Yes," Jax replied, his expression serious but his eyes glinting with mischief. "I want you to feel comfortable and anticipate what's coming next. Just trust me."