Page 20 of Fierce-Jax (Fierce Matchmaking #18)
CONFIDENCE HAD BEEN RESTORED
T he beautiful woman sleeping next to him in bed wasn’t a dream.
Please don’t let it be a dream.
Jax mentally said it to himself a few more times the next morning while he stayed in the same position his body was in when his mind woke up.
He hadn’t even opened his eyes to look for fear it might not have been true.
How could something that felt so wonderfully draining not have been true though?
The burn on his back from her nails sure the hell felt real.
The same with the itchy hair on his face.
He took a deep breath, popped his eyes open, and saw a mint green wall. His was blue.
So far, so good.
He turned his head to the mass of brown hair spilling from Dillion’s pillow to his and let out a breath.
He was ninety-nine percent positive yesterday had actually happened, but there was that one percent that he was dreaming it again.
Like he’d been doing for a solid month.
The past week of dating had given him such vivid dreams that felt real.
Nothing like what he’d experienced.
He felt a little dumb thinking it wasn’t real, but it wasn’t the first time in his life he’d felt like an idiot when it came to a woman.
His eyes roamed over her. She was out cold on her stomach, one arm under her pillow, her hair half covering her face just like she’d been after she’d fallen asleep the second time they’d made love.
The first time was sex.
Raw, fast, and honest.
The second time he was prepared for what she liked. What turned her on.
What made her body squirm.
Yeah, all his confidence had been restored.
He quietly slid out of bed and found his clothes in a pile on the chair in the corner, scooped them up, and went to the bathroom.
He found a spare toothbrush and brushed his teeth while he turned the shower on to wake his ass up.
He wasn’t a fan of putting yesterday’s clothes on, but considering he’d showered and changed before he came here, and his clothes didn’t stay on long yesterday, it wasn’t all that horrible.
Not much he could do about the day’s growth of beard and just ran his hand over it to ease some of the itch. It always bothered him for a solid week and that was why he gave up and shaved it off daily.
When he was quietly sneaking out of her bathroom, he noticed her still sleeping soundly in the same position so he snuck downstairs to the kitchen.
Coffee was the first order of business, then finding some food to make them breakfast.
Part of him didn’t want to be looking around her kitchen as he was but not much he could do unless he left and he wasn’t someone to sneak out without saying goodbye.
Eggs were cooking, bread was in the toaster, and he was trying not to feel so completely out of place in this massive kitchen of the close-to-million-dollar house in a gated community.
A house that she said was one of the smallest.
One of the biggest houses he’d been in. Had to be four thousand feet easily. There were three large bedrooms that he’d seen upstairs and a child’s dream loft full of toys.
He’d also seen another bedroom and playroom downstairs, with her office all toward the front of the house.
Back here, the kitchen had a dining room on one side and a large comfortable family room on the other.
He definitely felt out of place in the modern home. Less than twenty years old, but newly updated.
“Are you making me breakfast?”
He twisted to see Dillion standing there barefoot, a small T-shirt barely covering her hips, her hair a tangled mess of knots, and a rather enormous smile filling her face.
He held his hand out for her to come to him.
She did easily.
“I am,” he said, pulling her into his arms. “Hope it’s okay.”
“Any time you want to make me breakfast I’m not going to complain.”
He didn’t know why he was holding his breath waiting for that reply, but a large quantity of air escaped his lungs.
“Any time you want me to, you just say the word.”
“Do I have time to take a quick shower?”
“Go on,” he said. “I can stick this in that warming oven over there.”
“Don’t leave,” she said, giving him a quick kiss. She rubbed her hands on his cheeks. “I like this too. Sexy.” Then turned to race up the stairs.
The back of her gray shirt lifted and he got a peek of her silky black panties from last night.
It’s like every element he could have handpicked for the perfect night had been there.
The woman of his dreams. Check.
That woman is into him. Check.
Him holding to his promise of having her scream out his name multiple times. Check. Check. Oh and check for the third time they’d messed up her sheets last night.
She’d been insatiable and there was a moment when he thought he might have had to wave the white flag.
Thankfully she’d passed out before he had to beg for a moment to recover.
He laughed when that thought crossed his mind.
Not a bad problem to have!
The toast popped, he buttered it, put it on a plate, and slid it into the warming oven, then did the same with the eggs he’d been scrambling.
When he heard the water shut off above him, he started a cup of coffee for her.
He heard her feet come pounding down the stairs much louder than when she’d snuck up on him the first time, so he gathered breakfast and put it all on the island for her.
“Still here,” she said, smiling.
“You told me not to leave,” he said. “But I hadn’t planned on it anyway.”
“Good,” she said. “And I’m starving. Is this for me?”
She had the cup of coffee in her hand. “It is,” he said. “I assumed you used creamer but didn’t want to make it for you.”
He’d seen it in the fridge, but for all he knew, her mother used it.
“I do,” she said, walking over to get it and pouring some in. He’d make a note for next time.
Because he knew damn well there’d be a lot of times in the future.
How could there not be with the connection the two of them had?
He’d worried for absolutely nothing!
“I’ll get out of here once I clean up breakfast,” he said. “Not sure when you have to get Gianna. This wasn’t planned. Or was it?”
He was smirking at her over the rim of his coffee when he asked the last part.
“I was trying not to plan anything out,” she said. “I was hopeful. Let’s be honest, we were both burning the other up waiting for this. I had already anticipated I was going to have to make the move again.”
He closed one eye at her grin while she shoveled eggs into her mouth.
He reached over to wipe a piece off that she missed.
“You eat like Eli when you’re hungry,” he said. “Open mouth, push it in, not everything making it.”
She laughed. “I feel like I burned as many calories as a kid does last night. How about you?”
“Oh, I was ready to cry defeat if you asked me for a fourth time.”
She laughed. “I don’t know if I would have had another in me,” she said. “I would have tried, that is for sure. I’m all refreshed and energized now. Better watch out.”
He laughed. “I think I could handle it,” he said. “If there was time.”
“I’ll make the time,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
They’d been sitting at the island next to each other, but she had her chin in her hand, elbow bent, and was grinning at him.
“Are your parents bringing Gianna here?”
“No,” she said, going back to her food. “I have to pick her up when I’m ready. No rush. What about you? Do you have plans today? I know having you spend the night wasn’t planned, but it sounds as if you didn’t have the energy to leave even if you wanted to.”
“I didn’t want to,” he said. “But as you said, I’m not sure I could have done it.”
“It was wonderful, wasn’t it?” she asked quietly. “Or am I making more out of it? You can be honest and tell me that.”
He ran one finger down the side of her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her face was scrubbed clean. He never thought she wore much makeup but had to be something since she’d looked so fresh right now.
More stunning to him than when she was all dressed up going to work.
“I’ll always be honest with you. Never doubt that for one minute. And yes,” he whispered. “It was the most wonderful night of my life. Not to be cheesy or anything, but there you go.”
She leaned into his hand. “Good thing I finally pushed you, huh? Just think of how much longer we could have been waiting for this if I left it up to you.”