Free JAX (Breaking the Declan Brothers #1) by Kelly Gendron

God! Can he feel it?
    He guides me down a hall until we reach what I can only assume is his bedroom. He releases my hand, waits for me to enter, and then closes the door. He flicks the light on. There’s a dresser with nightstands on either side of a huge unmade king-size bed. The room is neat and clean, all except for a broken lamp on the floor. His eyes flash to the lamp then back to me, and that’s when I see the stress etched into his beautiful face.
    “What happened?” I take a step toward him, but he turns away from me and walks over to the dresser.
    He pulls his phone from the pocket of his jeans and sets it on the dresser. “Take your clothes off and get in the bed,” he says with his back to me, voice deep and demanding, like when we were in that dark room at the bar.
    So it’s gonna go down like this. He’s obviously in that dominant, do as I say mode. I can deal. It’s hot. It never turned me on before when a guy tried to order me around, but when Jax does it, all I want to do is comply. With shaky hands, I strip my clothes off and get on the bed. It’s like jumping into a cloud of Jax, soft, resilient, and it smells of Heaven.
    “Get under the sheet,” he says as he walks over toward the light switch.
    Watching his strong form move across the room, jeans low on his hips, smooth muscles rippling upon his broad back, a savage animal ready to attack, I eagerly obey and cover myself. The light flicks off, and his massive shadowy figure moves toward the bed. I hear his zipper break apart. My body ignites with anticipation. The metal button of his jeans hits the hardwood floor. My pussy cries a little knowing his pants are off, knowing he’s finally coming for me. The bed sinks from the weight of his body as he comes in for the kill. My kill, and I hold my breath preparing for the attack. I’m ready. Hell, I’ve been ready and waiting for years.
    “Roll on your side, away from me,” he says not as demandingly.
    Okay… not the kind of attack I was expecting, but I’ll submit. I turn from him. His arm comes around my waist and he pulls my naked body against him. He’s hard in the right places, soft in others, and warm all over. So warm. His lips brush up my nape, and my flesh undulates with heat. He presses a light kiss upon my skin before his head settles between my shoulder and neck. He holds me, just lays there and holds me. My nipples harden. I’m so wet. My body aches for him, but he doesn’t make a move. His hands don’t wander, he just holds me.
    “Ah, Jax,” I run my fingers along his muscular arm, “do you…are we going to…”
    “No, we’re not. I told you before, your body is meant for other things, and one of those things is to comfort a man when he needs it.”
    Comfort? Jax is full of wonders, considering I’m naked and in his arms for the first time. Whatever’s going on with him, it must have something to do with the broken lamp on the floor. “Jax, are you okay?”
    “I am now, Em.” He kisses me on the neck and settles back in.
    “Do you want to talk about it?”
    “No.”
    “So, when you said you wanted to sleep with me, you meant just that?”
    “Yeah, I had a shitty night. And I know it was selfish to wake you up because of it, but I needed to see you.” His arm tightens around my body. “But I’m fucking tired, and all I want right now is to have you like this.”
    “I think you know you can have me any way you want, Jax,” I say the absolute truth. I’m not ashamed of it. I’m right where I want to be in the arms of the only man I ever wanted.
    “And I plan to take you in all the ways I desire, princess. Just not tonight,” he whispers into my ear and then nuzzles his soft whiskers back into the nook of my shoulder. “Now,” he kisses my exposed flesh again, “go to sleep.”
    I clutch the blanket of security of his warm skin and close my eyes. It takes a while for the questions running through my head—what could have happened, what made Jax need