Page 58 of Reputation (Toronto Royals #1)

He shook his head. “I promise. Isabella has a whole set of clothes, makeup, and bath products here,” he said. “I would offer to get some things for you, but honestly, I have no idea what any of it is. Why don’t you come with me? You can grab whatever you need.”

“Sure.” Even though she smiled, he knew she still didn’t believe him.

Sighing, Jax went back into the section where his closet was and pulled a thick fuzzy robe off a hanger and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” she said as she took it and swung it over her naked frame. It was nearly two times too large, but he enjoyed seeing her wear something that was his.

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand again. “It’s in the bedroom on the other side. Izzy claimed it as hers when I moved in. It’s the next largest, with a double walk-in closet.”

Eavie laughed, and the sound was like a blast of sunshine. “I like that you keep a room for her,” she commented, relenting to the truth.

He led her back through the condo to Izzy’s bedroom.

This time when they entered, he watched her scrutinize it more closely, likely looking for signs of his sister’s inhabitance.

Turning on the light in the bathroom, he pulled open the custom vanity Izzy had begged him to put in, which contained various products he couldn’t even begin to guess what they did.

Eavie looked down at everything with wide eyes.

“Does your sister visit often?” she asked, sorting through the jars and bottles nestled inside.

He laughed. “Only when she wants to party downtown. She turned nineteen this year and is enjoying every second. Instead of having to go back to our parents’ place, she comes here whenever she goes out. I prefer that anyway. I enjoy having her around.”

“That’s really sweet,” she said, looking at him wistfully before turning back to the drawer and plucking up five different bottles and jars.

He took a few for her as they went back to his ensuite. Once there, she placed two on the counter and the others inside the shower stall.

Turning the water on hot, he stepped away to get her a toothbrush while she began wiping away the layers of makeup on her face. When he returned, her skin was visible again, her blue eyes standing out against her pale complexion.

Placing the toothbrush on the counter, Jax quickly removed his clothes, dropping them on the tile floor before tugging the robe off her, before pulling her into the enclosure.

As much as he wanted her again, Jax tamped down the raging fire inside him, wanting to enjoy seeing her, touching her.

They stood together under the rain head, letting the water cascade over them.

He ran his fingers through her hair as she tilted her head back to let the water wash away the last of the paint.

She then washed her hair as he watched, content to be with her and touch her as the suds from his citrus-scented shampoo traveled down her body in rivers of white bubbles.

When she grabbed the bottle of soap and began washing herself, and him, he turned her around, settling her back against his chest.

He worked the bubbles peppering her body across her chest and down, down, down, until his hand slid between her legs. While he’d resolved not to fuck her in the shower—this time—he was more than happy to help clean away the residue of his cum from between those glorious legs.

Eavie, apparently, had other ideas. Turning in his arms, she looped hers around his neck, tangling her fingers into his wet hair.

She drew his mouth down, nipping at his bottom lip before sweeping her tongue into his mouth, sucking on his in that way she did.

He groaned deep in his throat as his erection bounced against her stomach.

She pulled back an inch, just enough to look down between their water-slick bodies. When she dragged her gaze back up, a dark glint shone in them.

She smiled mischievously before licking her bottom lip, the simple gesture making his heart pound as he saw the intent in her eyes.

He groaned again. “ God, baby .”

“Shhh,” she said, slowly sinking to her knees on the dark stone of the shower stall, looking up at him with those big, bright blue eyes. Her mouth was level with his cock, and just the sight had his balls tightening. “Let me worship you.”

Shit, this was going to be embarrassing.

“This was not what I had planned when I got into the shower with you,” he mumbled as he ran his finger along her jaw.

“I know,” she purred, that saucy twinkle still in her eyes. “But I’ve wanted your cock in my mouth since I saw it for the first time.” Her lips brushed the blunt head as she spoke.

He had no response to that. The only thing he was capable of right now was another groan as he threaded his hand into her thick, golden hair.

She smiled evilly before she flicked her tongue out, lapping up the precum that beaded on the head. She looked up at him again—and then she sucked him into her mouth.

“Ah, fuck, baby…” he panted as he watched his cock disappear through those gorgeous lips and down her throat.

She took so much of him that he was momentarily stunned before it all caught up to him. The sensation of her mouth around him—lips running along the outside while her tongue did incredible things as he pushed at the back of her throat—had Jax seeing stars.

Yep, this was going to be fucking embarrassing.

He threaded his other hand into her hair as she began to move that hot, talented mouth up and down his thick shaft. When just the tip was in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it before going back down.

Again and again, she took almost all of him into her throat, paused, then pulled back. It felt so incredible that in a matter of minutes, his orgasm gathered at the base of his spine.

“Ah, yes baby,” he panted as steam rose around them, bringing with it the heavy scent of sex. “I’ve thought about fucking your pretty little mouth every time I see those red painted lips.”

She hummed around him happily, flicking her eyes back up to his.

She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, giving him a gentle squeeze.

He moaned another curse as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock faster, her hand squeezing in tandem.

She held eye contact the entire time, and that was all it took.

“God. Fuck, Eavie,” he panted, using his hold on her head to fuck her mouth. She opened her jaw, letting him take her, those blue eyes holding onto his. He shoved his cock to the back of her mouth as his cum spurt jet after jet down her pretty little throat.

Jax grunted with his release, the explosion of pleasure racing up his spine and down his legs, making them shake as he held her mouth to him.

After the last burst had finally released and his ragged heartbeat had settled into a more natural rhythm, he pulled out of her mouth slowly, enjoying watching his length reappear from those lips he had dreamed of.

When the tip popped out, with a wicked gleam in her eyes, Eavie closed her mouth and swallowed.

Jesus fuck, he groaned internally. This woman…

Yanking her to her feet, he shut the water off, pulled her out of the stall, and used a towel to dry her off as quickly as he could. He did the same for himself before he tossed both aside and lifted her into his arms.

Carrying her out of the bathroom, he brushed his lips against hers in a sensual kiss that had her body shivering in his arms. When he reached his king-sized bed, Jax gently laid her down on the soft gray duvet before blanketing her body with his.

He teased her, running his hands across every inch of her, tasting her with his lips and tongue until she was writhing underneath him.

“Jax,” Eavie breathed, the sound coming out like a prayer.

“Yes, baby,” he murmured against the skin of her hip.

“I need you,” she moaned when he dipped his tongue into her belly button.

Reaching down, she gripped his aching length, which was painfully ready to take her again, and he shuttered at the feel of her soft hand squeezing him.

He groaned as he rolled his hips, pushing his cock through her hand.

The feeling brought stars to his eyes, and he knew he was so screwed.

He needed to be inside her right fucking now.

Pulling back, he parted her legs with his thighs.

Hooking one of her knees around his elbow, he tilted her pelvis up so his cock notched at her entrance.

Wanting to savor it, he pushed into her slowly.

Watching himself disappear into her tight body was the best fucking thing he had ever seen.

A hundred times better than watching him disappear into her mouth.

Her back arched as he slid in an inch, then another.

Eavie let out small, breathy moans that snaked down his spine and gripped his balls in an iron hold.

When he met with her pubic bone, he held still for a second, allowing her to adjust fully.

She was so goddamn tight. The restraint tested his control, but he was determined to make her feel nothing but pleasure.

“You take me like such a good fucking girl,” he growled down at her, eyes never leaving where he watched his cock disappear into her dripping pussy.

She whimpered, the sound emanating from her chest at the deep invasion, her pussy clenching around him at the praise.

When he felt her walls begin to relax, he ground his pelvis against her sensitive bud.

The buildup from the last hour, along with the continually burning fire of their chemistry, must have had her primed because when he applied that bit of pressure and ground his hips in a circle, she came apart beneath him.

“Jax,” she screamed, head thrashing as her back arched again, her walls fluttering around him.