Sugar Coated

61

Delaney Linwood

Jax didn't know it yet, but I fully intended to accost him. Well...I watched the way his glances cut my way as he navigated through our house tidying this and that and making occasional small talk.

I wouldn't do it though. I wasn't going to run after him...yet. He was going to learn to crawl to me first.

It was going to be on my terms and I was damned if I was going to leave any part of this house unclaimed when I was through with it. Knowing exactly what I wanted, I waited.

His scent wasn't as decadently sweet as Em's but it was bright and mouthwatering. When it turned just the slightest hint asstringent the longer I lounged on the couch it almost did me in. I caught a sigh just at the edge of my hearing as he hung up the dish rag that had been twisted until it was a bundle of wrinkles.

"Enjoying the show?" Another bit of small talk.

Beaming his way I enthusiastically described the show I had barely been watching. Though he was obviously still holding a part of himself back I was gratified by the fact that his expression was warm and filled with interest in something that I knew neither of us really cared about at the moment.

He leaned against the back of the couch, caging me in, in a way that I was both certain he was aware of but also inexplicably didn't know the extent at which it effected me. I felt safe, lorded over even if I were a heroine in some historical drama, and damn did it make me hot and bothered.

I sucked in a deep breath, hoping to catch something of a perfume on me and he echoed the action in his own way, only his ended in a rumble.

"No perfume yet?" I felt the wince on my face

"You smell sweeter than you ever have," Jax soothed.

I chewed on the thought and spat it out. I had the rest of my life to spend with them so I wasn't going to let a late perfume continue to get me down. Besides...Dr. Nolan would help me sort out my wayward body.

"Thank you," I whispered against his lips as I leaned forward to brush a kiss against them that he chased after until he was leaned precariously over the couch hovering over me only the weight of his hand in the cushions next to my head keeping him from falling over and on top of me.

I pushed him away with a laugh, swiping at the light dusting of flour he'd tracked onto my shirt, "Go take a shower you're a mess."

He huffed the same way Em did. It was obvious he'd adopted it from him.

He tracked down the hall with only two backwards glances my way before disappearing into his room.

I waited 10 minutes before I snuck in after him.

One thing I would give Jax. He was a god when it came to indulgences, which afforded me more than enough opportunity to slip into his room while he showered. If we were going to quantify the amount of time it gave me in the end, I'd say it gave me just enough time to invade his space, strip, and lay myself out on his bed, my fingers slipping through my folds and teasing all the spaces around exactly where I wanted them to be.

Well if I wer being honest, really I wanted him to be buried deep inside me, but at the moment the fingers would have to do.

If I had my perfume he'd have known what I was up to well before he left his steamy shower with only a bath towel slung low around his hips, but I couldn't lie that I like the flash of surprise when he saw me.

He managed one step before I tsked at him, "No."

"No?" His eyebrow arched along with the corner of his mouth. The towel tightened around his waist and then sagged just enough that I could trace the line below his abs further south.

He made my mouth go dry. And everything else wet.

I turned into the citrus of his pillows dragging in his scent, "You can beg for it."

"I can?" His voice was teasing but his eyes were dark enough that you couldn't see any of the gold in them, only the starving dark.

"Beg for a taste of me," There was steel behind my voice as he prowled toward the edge of the bed, "And maybe I'll be gracious and let you have it."

*****A/N*****

Storm is gone. There was a lot of rain in the area though luckily we had no flooding at my house. 

I got less writing done than I wanted to during my break. Had some health things crop up with my family that escalated. And then in the end I still had a bunch of other tasks taking up my time for my friends. But, we're still here and we're still kicking. 

Parts are a little shorter than I like, while I try to get into the groove of those longer writing sessions that I had during NaNo and Feb this year. Thinking of setting up a dedicated bullet journal page again since that worked out really well for me last time.

~Love
Layla