Hump day throw out

Hello,
This week I am back to S#!t Storm. I hope you all enjoy.




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Storm

“Jax this dress, the outfit, is amazing. I can’t thank you enough.”  Once again I am rewarded with his beautiful blue eyes smiling at me.

 “Amita loves that store. She says there isn’t a woman alive that wouldn’t look good in Cavalli. I knew you would find something you liked there.”  This is the first time since the night we met at the restaurant that he has mentioned the girlfriend. My veins ice over reminding me that it isn’t girlfriend, it is fiancé, and he is not interested in me that way. While the inner turmoil I am feeling boils over, I smile the best I can at Jax, hoping the disappointment isn’t too apparent on my face. Our town car pulls up to the hotel and Jax helps me out.  As we make our way to the elevators , he grabs my hand once more. I am trying so hard not to love the sensation, but he is everything I have ever wanted.

 At our rooms, I turn to open the door, expecting him to head off into his own. Once I have the door open, Jax struts right in. I mentally take inventory of where I left my underwear, and pray that Jen isn’t running around naked. When he drops himself onto the couch and spreads out, I look at him quizzically. I start to ask him what he is doing, when he picks up the room service menu and starts thumbing through it.

 “Hungary? I heard the room service is great here.”  Just as I am about to say no my stomach growls so loud any protest I might have had was negated. Defeated I flop down next to him, leaning back on to his out stretched arm on the back of the couch. I close my eyes and let out a heavy sigh rolling my head to the side. When I open my eyes  Jax is facing me, and I watch in stunned silence as he brings his hand to my cheek. My sharp intake of breath causes him to draw away and refocus in the remote in his hand. I curse the disappointment I feel flush through me and adjust myself so I am no longer making physical contact.

 An hour later, our food is gone. Jax lounges on the floor in front of the coffee table.  I changed into some yoga crops and a t-shirt after he ordered so I would not get food on my new dress.  Throwing my feet on the coffee table next to where Jax sits, I continue watching the movie we rented.

 “I saw this before, It is beautiful” Jax says as he brings his hand up to caress the phoenix I have tattooed on my calf. A shudder runs through my whole body as he gently strokes my skin. Oh my god, when you forget how it feels to be touched by someone you are attracted to, the feeling is intensified tenfold. Tingles blossom through my whole body, causing and additional shiver when they reach my core.  Jax continues to knead my skin, switching his attention to the other leg . I almost can’t handle the sensations in my body at this moment.

 Jax’s hand leaves my leg and I can finally breathe again. That is, at least, until he slides up on to the couch next to me. When he starts to rub my shoulders and weave his fingers into my hair, I have to clamp my thighs together for fear I might piss myself.  This man is an assault to all five senses. He is beautiful, he smells good, honey voice, his touch is like electricity, and I can only imagine how good he tastes. The last thought makes me bight my lip. Oh god do I want him.

 

“You’re shaking.” It’s not a question.  He can feel me tremble, and I am powerless to hide it from him. I wish I didn’t want him so much, but I do. I want him. I want him to grab me and kiss me so hard I forget my name. I want him inside of me.  I want him to whisper my name like a prayer as I milk him dry.  The problem is, he is not mine to want.  His hand continues to circle my shoulders and my scalp, his scent making me dizzy. I can’t even think to speak right now.  “Storm, can I kiss you?”

 Fuck. My. Life.

 My stomach bottoms out, because I know this is my decision. Do I allow a man that I want more than anything  to kiss me and damn the consequences?  Do I choose to be selfless and save him from himself refusing him, hoping upon hope that he comes to his senses and remembers that he has a ring on the hand of another woman? I know he loves her, I can see it in his eyes. I am just a toy for him to play with until he goes back to her. What happens in Vegas…

 Eye contact isn’t an option right now. Every time I look into his watery blue orbs I melt a little more.  Leaning in to him, as he does the same, the draw is like magnetism. I know if I extend my neck just a tiny bit in his direction, he will take my lips and I will be lost. From somewhere deep within me I find the strength to force my rubbery limbs to stand and create some space between us.  

"Why are you being so nice to me? Why do you keep flirting with me? Is all this because you are bored with your beautiful girlfriend, because I am not the kind of girl who sleeps with taken men." My frustration and all my emotions seep through my skin as I pace the room.


"I find you interesting." Jax states as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.


“Interesting? Really? So all of this is because I pique your curiosity? Well, let me make myself even more transparent. I am not beautiful, I am not special. My life is an open book, and most would consider it a horror story. So, just because I look like fun, does not give you the right to make me feel like I am more than what I am to you. Which is nothing Jax, nothing.”


Jax’s cobalt eyes tighten. He doesn’t even bother hiding the offense that flashes across his face. Oh well, it was always too good to be true anyway.