Page 16 of Accidental Blind Date

“Or this…” he says and unzips my dress, shimmying it off my hips.

It isn’t until all of our clothes are splayed out all over the floor that I realize I am standing in front of this man, who I barely know and isn’t really anything like I expected (not that I had much to go off of) in nothing but a red, lace bra and panty set.

I am all curves.

Soft skin.

Not skinny by any stretch of the mind.

And that’s always been a problem in the past

Instinctively, I draw my arms together over my stomach.

But Jax grabs my hands and brings them to his lips, kissing each of them.

“Don’t hide yourself. Not from me.”

“It’s just that, in the past–”

“We aren’t talking about the past. Remember? And I’m not him. Whoever he was. I’m not him.”

I don’t know what to make of that.

A man that doesn’t care about my hips or my soft stomach?

But like Jax can tell my mind is still swirling with my ex’s voice, he steps closer, pressing the wall that is his Hemsworth-worthy body against me.

“Tell me what you want?” he says grittily.

“What I want?” my voice trembles. Because what in the actual fuck? Joni is never going to believe this. Fuck, I don’t even believe it. If it weren’t for his rock-hard cock bulging inside his sleek, black boxer briefs, I wouldn’t believe that I am awake at all.

But I haven’t imagined a dick that size even in my wildest dreams.

I am not sleeping. And this is crazy.

“Yes, Libby. Tell me what you want. What you want me to do to you. For you. With you. Anything.”

I bite my lip because the first thing that comes to my mind is probably not what he’s expecting. But it’s the one thing that would make this moment even more unreal than it already feels.

“Can you…I mean if it’s possible…I just want–”

“Say it, baby girl,” he interrupts me, and a shutter rolls over my skin. No one has ever called me that before. “Whatever it is, say it.”

“Pin me against the wall.”

Jax’s eyes darken from crystal blue to oceanic. “You want me to pin you up against the wall?” he repeats, his voice so low and intense, I practically feel it vibrate between my thighs.

My mouth seems to have forgotten how words work so I nod.

With that, Jax picks me up and closes the space in the room, pressing my back to the wall. My legs wrap around his hard torso, and I gasp.

Then he grinds his hips into mine, literally holding me there with nothing but his ab muscles as he takes my hands and pins them over my head.

“Now what?” he asks, his face close enough to mine that his breath tickles my neck.

“Kiss me,” I whisper and Jax’s mouth covers mine.

I don’t know what has me in more shock, the fact he could pick me up, the fact he can hold me hostage against the drywall with almost no effort, or the way his kisses went from soft and sweet to demanding and hungry.