Finding Dandelion (Dearest #2) (6 page)

Her eyes twinkle back. She’s clearly enjoying our little game. She licks her lips like she’s trying to taste me too before she reaches around my waist and turns to the guy and his blonde.

My girl tilts her head and smirks. “Reid, I have nothing to say to you and Ashley. I don’t have that necklace. I’ve told you this.” She has to yell to be heard over the music.

“Danielle, you were in my room the last time I saw it,” Ashley screeches.

Her name is Danielle.

“Just because you can’t remember what you did with it doesn’t mean you should blame me.”

“You’re just pissed he gave it to me instead of you.” If the venom in Ashley’s voice didn’t tell me this girl is a bitch, the way she looks down at her fake nails and snorts does.

Danielle shrugs and leans into me, and I wrap my arm around her shoulder. Her little body fits perfectly against me. 

“Ashley, I think you’re forgetting that Reid and I had already broken up, but you’re welcome to the sloppy seconds. Besides, between your small brain and his small dick, I’d say you’re a match made in heaven.”

I chuckle, and Danielle looks up and grins. Then I can’t help it. I lean down and kiss her again.

CHAPTER SEVEN

- Dani -

Reid and Ashley disappear as I get lost in his kiss. We stand there while bodies crash around us to the music, and I’m caught against him like a wave breaking on the beach.

I don’t know what possessed me to kiss this guy out of the blue and pretend we were somehow together. Right now, I’m blaming the three apple martinis. I just couldn’t stand one more interaction with Reid where I stammered like some kind of loser.

Am I imagining it or did I just tell off my ex? It’s hard to think clearly when I’m pressed up against this beautiful creature. I trail my hands up along his tall frame, dipping the tips of my fingers against the hard ridges and planes of his chest. He looks good in clothes, but the thought of what he looks like
without
anything on does delicious things to my body. I try to burn the sensation of what he feels like into my memory.

When we finally pull back for air, we stop to look at each other. And then we laugh.

“Holy shit.” I put my hand to my mouth, for the first time embarrassed that I’ve been trying to swallow him whole for the last five minutes. “Hi.”

He grins back. “Hi.”

I don’t hear him so much as read his lips, which I can appreciate now that my mouth isn’t sealed against them. His head slants as though he’s pondering some deep thought, like maybe how he spent the last few minutes locking tongues with a crazy girl who doesn’t even know him.

And then my world slows down as I realize who he is.

Holy shit. It’s the sexy guy from the pizza place.

Jax
.

I was excited before I recognized him, but now my heartbeat outpaces the driving rhythm of the music.

If I’m honest with myself, I don’t really know how to talk to guys this gorgeous. I’m not a big flirt, and I don’t think I’m particularly eloquent.

What the hell would Margo say right now? Something funny. And she’d look sexy while being funny.

I cock my hip and tilt my head, so all my hair tumbles down my shoulder. This is me, trying to be sexy. Hoping I don’t look stupid.

I start to talk, but the music is too loud, so he lowers his head to mine, and I say, “How did you know I needed you to save me from my ex? Are you some kind of knight in shining armor who rescues girls from assholes like Reid?”

I’d never say anything quite that cheesy in the light of day, but I’m buzzed. I expect him to be all smiles and charm because he clearly has that in spades. Instead, his brow furrows.

“I should probably warn you.” He brushes my cheek with his thumb. “I’m no knight. More like the big bad wolf.” He looks away for a moment. “Maybe you should run while you can.”

I watch him to see if he’s serious, and my stomach plummets because he is.

Trying to regain some of my earlier bravado, I press my shoulders back. I use this opportunity to stare at him up close, allowing my eyes to travel up and down his body. When my eyes reach his, I go for broke.

“Maybe I’m looking for a wolf.” I swallow down a crazy surge of insecurity that makes my insides do flip flops. “And maybe I can handle bad.”

His eyes widen, and I wonder if that was the wrong thing to say when he utters, “Fuck.” And then his mouth crushes against mine.

His tongue licks and strokes mine, and I’m on fire. My arms lock around his neck, and I kiss back like he’s the last guy I’ll ever touch. He’s tall so when his hips press against my stomach, I get my first introduction to his degree of interest in me. Hell, yes!

When someone bumps into us, breaking our connection, I look around. The dance floor is packed. I have no idea where my friends are or if my roommates ever arrived. All I know is I have to be alone with Jax. Now.

I spot Travis’s uncle close the door to the green room where the DJs usually hang out before their set, and once he’s back behind the bar, I lace my fingers through Jax’s.

“Follow me?”

He gives me a flirty grin. “Anywhere.”

A smile erupts on my face. I turn, pulling him behind me as we weave through the crowd and down into the dark hallway.

Please let it be empty.

When I open the door, the only light shining comes from a couple of lava lamps in the corner. The room is small, sporting a retro 60s-looking leather couch, a coffee table, and a small row of lockers in the back where the bartenders keep their stuff.

I tug Jax in behind me, hoping he’s as into this as I am. He kicks the door behind me and scoops me in his arms, making me laugh. Yeah, he’s into it.

My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, my ankles cross behind him. “Lock the door,” I instruct, eager to make sure this is private. He turns and reaches up to the door and latches the silver metal lock.

Jax’s mouth is instantly on mine. We kiss, frantically trying to get closer, and when I suck on his tongue, he groans. Then air rushes around me, and we’re falling onto the couch, laughing. Jax kisses along my neck, and I’m so glad he can’t see my face because I’m grinning like a lunatic.

I honestly don’t remember the last time I had this much fun. For the first time in so, so long, I feel alive, each cell in my body awake and electrified.

He pulls back onto his knees and stares down at me. I realize my skirt is hitched around my waist, revealing my garters and black boy shorts. Everything pauses as I think about what I’m about to do. I’ve never been in this moment before—about to have sex with a guy I don’t know.

I want to pull back and withdraw as the fear grows, but then I remember Reid, who was supposed to be my safe and steady and everything I thought I needed. All that relationship did was make me doubt myself and leave me empty.

Jax interrupts my thoughts.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” His smile is gone, and the look on his face makes my whole body thrum again with a desperate need for him to touch me. “I couldn’t get my eyes off you tonight.”

The music beats through the walls, and it feels like we’re nestled in a cave, making his words sound like something out of a dream.

I want to tell him I’m thinking the same thing about him, that he looks like some kind of gorgeous mythological god, but that sounds ridiculous in my head. All I know is that I want his body on mine.

“You’re too far away. Why do you have so many clothes on?” I tug on his shirt, and he rips it off and grins at me.

Holy shit balls. This guy is ripped. I knew he was muscular, but now I can see every inch of those washboard abs as they trail into his jeans. I stare, trying to soak in all of his deliciousness.

He chuckles. “Your turn, baby.” He gives me a wolfish grin as he reaches down to lift off my shirt, revealing my hot pink lace demi-bra.

I lie back down, enjoying the fact that he’s nestled between my thighs, and I reach down to the front of my bra. I take a deep breath for the courage to unclasp it.
No guy I’ve been with has seen me like this before.
I’m not sure how I stand it, but I watch his face as I pull the fabric away from me. It’s freezing in here, and my skin pebbles even tighter against the rush of cold air.

The look on his face is priceless.

“Fuck.” He closes his eyes briefly, and when he opens them, I see the lust behind his dilated pupils. “You’re pierced?”

He doesn’t need to ask the question because his hands are immediately on me as though he needs proof. My nipples are still a little sore, but having him touch me sends an instant jolt to my core.

“You’re a devilish little angel,” he whispers before he lowers himself onto me. “I think I might need to explore every inch of your body with my mouth.”

Yes, do that! A lot of that!

I groan as his body fits tightly against mine, his hardness between my legs finally putting pressure where I need it most. Feeling his chest rub against me has my eyes practically rolling back in my head.
Oh dear God, the piercings rock.

He starts to slide down me, sucking and kissing his way down my body. When he laves my nipple with his hot tongue, I moan, threading my fingers through his messy thick hair. He tugs the ring with his teeth, and I gasp at the sensation.

Jax mumbles against me, “Babe, you’re so hot.” He moves to my other breast while his fingers flick at the ring, and I think I could come right here, right now, without any other stimulation, which would be nothing short of miraculous.

His head starts to disappear between my thighs, but he pauses and looks up at me. The question hangs in the air between us, and I nod, giving him permission.

My undies slide down my thighs, his fingers scoring into my skin.

He groans, and I look down at him. The smile on his face is breathtaking.

“You’re fucking perfection.”

I laugh, realizing he’s appreciating my Brazilian wax. “You like that, huh?”

“You have no idea.” His head lowers, all the while our eyes are locked. I start to turn away, but his grasp on my thighs tightens. “No, babe, watch.”

He smirks, and I wonder why he called me devilish because he’s the one who wants to put on a show while he goes down on me.

I hold my breath as his tongue dips into me, my hands gripping the couch. His hot mouth on my most delicate, bare skin has me writhing on the edge. Watching his lips connect with my body makes me painfully aware of how wet I am, but he seems to be enjoying it.

Jax brushes his nose against that little bundle of nerves, and I shiver, wondering how long I can hold on. He reaches between my legs and slides his finger into me, and I feel all my muscles constrict, the pressure at my core building. It takes a single flick of his tongue, and I come apart, light sparking behind my eyes as my back lifts off the couch.

I ride the high, tangling my fingers into his hair. My chest is heaving when he crawls back up.

I open my eyes, and he stares down, grinning.

“That was hot.” I giggle, amused that I just admitted that out loud.

“That was.” He licks his lips, and I blush knowing that he’s tasting me. I try to push that thought out of my head and focus because I want him to fall apart now.

“Your turn.” I start to get up, but he places his hand on my shoulder.

He shakes his head and closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them, there’s a seriousness that catches me off guard. “You… you don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

I laugh. “Who says I don’t want to do this?” I grab the waistband of his jeans and pull him to me. I sit up so that my thighs are wrapped around his and we’re nose to nose. “Why don’t you tell me what you’d like?”

He gently brushes the hair out of my face, and it’s a tender act that makes me melt. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me tightly to him, and he exhales on my neck. “I want to bury myself in you.” He says it like an apology, and I want to ask why he’s hesitating, but I don’t.

I bite his shoulder. “I’d love nothing more.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

- Jax -

I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, but I can’t do this. I want to have sex with her. God, do I want to, but she’s beautiful and luminous, and I think if I fuck her, I’ll somehow tarnish her. Because that’s all this’ll be, sex in a dark club, and she’s not the kind of girl I want to use and abuse for one night.

Shit. I sound like a chick.

I’ve never,
ever
turned down sex before, but I know how I treat women, and I don’t want to do this to her. She doesn’t even know my name.

“Babe, really, we don’t have to do this,” I say against her mouth, unable to peel my body off of hers.