Beg for it! He wants me to beg for it?!?! Well fuck me. How the hell am I supposed to beg for it? Ughhhhh! I jump in the shower to try and clear my head and try to relieve all this sexual tension I now have on top of everything else I am dealing with. I do not know what I am going to do about this man and the effect he has on me.
I grab my towel wrap it around me and step out of the shower. Just in case Jax tries to make another move. Still dripping wet, I make my way to my room drying off as I go. Standing in my closet, still frustrated I try to find something suitable to wear. I settle on an over-sized t-shirt and some boy shorts. Now to try and get some sleep.
I lay down on my bed and toss and turn for a few minutes and decide to play some music to ease my mind. I grab my iPod and pop in an earbud and start scrolling through my playlist. I Settled on my Camila Cabello playlist. And of course the first song to play is Bad Things with Machine Gun Kelly.
This song is giving me a lot of BAD ideas about Jax. I should just walk over and knock on his door and tell him, I want him. Fuck it!! I just need to show him... I don't even have to say a word. I could simply through on the sexiest thing I own and strut over there and he will know exactly what I want as soon as he opens the door. What guy wouldn't know what a girl wants in that very instance. He would be stupid to turn me away. I know he wants me just as bad. I could feel it.
Shit!! Ok! Fuck it! "Com'on Liv suck it the fuck up! You can do this!!" I try to give myself a little pep talk to convince myself I am not crazy. I get up and head to my closet. I pull my t-shirt over my head and toss it to the side and settle on my black lacy bra and matching boy shorts. This is sure to get Jax's attention. I check myself in the mirror and adjust my hair which is still falling in nice barrel curls around my shoulders. Surprisingly I look pretty good. Lost in my reflection I barely hear the light knock on my door.
Oh shit!! Who the hell is that? I grab my black cover and throw it over my head and walk over to the door and swing it open. To my surprise standing arms stretched out in my door way, all hot and bothered with the look of pure lust on his face is Jax. He's standing there in an opened black button up and a pair of dark jeans and I feel my heart begin to race. His chiseled chest and perfect V that disappears below his jeans is calling my name. I watch as his eyes look me up and down and a smile stretches across his gorgeous face.
His breathing is rapid and he has this hungry look in his eyes. We don't speak, just staring at each other and taking in the moment. He takes a step towards me and I don't stop him. I step back allowing him to come in and close the door behind him and lock it. He never takes his eyes off of me the entire time. I can feel a heat building in me and I know the only thing that can relieve this fire is Jax's touch. I crave his touch and I need it now.
I slowly reach out and run my hand along his pecks taking in how gorgeous his body is. I run my hands up to his shoulders and slowly slide his shirt off of his shoulders and down his back. Never taking my eyes off of him in the process. I can feel the heat radiating off of him and his body tense at my delicate touch.
I step back and admire his body. It is a masterpiece for sure. I slowly remove the black cover from my body and let it fall to the floor. Leaving me in just my bra and panties. Jax watches it fall to the floor never moving from where he stands. He licks his lips admiring my body. I don't feel self conscious about the way he looks at me. It makes me feel powerful like he needs me.
Standing there in silence taking each other in is all great but I need him now. I reach out and place my hands on either side of his face and crash my lips into his. He wraps his arms around my back and kisses me back with such passion it takes my breath away. How could I have just met him and already feel such a strong connection with him. This is so unreal.
Jax runs his hands down my sides to my thighs and around to my ass and lifts me up. I throw my legs around his back. We never break our kiss. He walks me back to the bed and lays me down gently. He stands between my legs and looks down at me and I literally melt. I can feel the wetness building between my legs. The fire burning inside of me growing hotter and hotter. I can't take much more of this gorgeous man just staring at me. I need him to take me and take me now!!
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Her Conflicted Heart (aka the bad boy next door)
RomanceAKA The Bad Boy Next Door Olivia Michaels is a freshman at UCLA studying Art History. She has never been attracted to a bad boy until she moves in with her older brother Owen and falls for his roommate Jackson Ryker. He was so alluring, and she coul...