“Darlin’, I want to do right by you. As much as I want to finish this, I need to show you that you mean more to me than just sex.” He kisses my nose, making me smile.
“Okay. I’ll stop,” I say with a grin. He kisses me once more, then turns and walks towards the bathroom.
Once he walks inside and closes the door, his big dog comes and jumps up on the bed. “Hey, buddy,” I say as the dog sniffs my face. Tentatively, stick my hand out and he tries to get me to pet him. I scratch his head until Jax comes back into the room, freshly showered. I don't ever remember him looking this good in an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
“Max, down,” he says with authority.
I watch Max jump down and sit on the floor next to him. “Wow,” I whisper. I’ve never been a dog person before, but I kind of like this one.
“He won’t bite unless you try to hurt me,” he says with a smile, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. “Come on, darlin’. We have plans.”
We walk out of his room and to the back door. Once we walk outside, I stop dead in my tracks. Gasping, I look around. There is a blanket on the grass, a picnic basket sitting right in the middle. We start to walk closer to the blanket and I notice the flower on top of the basket.
One single flower is all it takes to bring tears to my eyes. I have no clue how he remembered after all this time. The single white calla lily was my bouquet. When we had shown up to get married, we didn't have anything. Walking along the street to the chapel, we saw a flower vendor, and Jax picked out a white calla lily for me. I saved that flower. Hell, I still have it pressed into my favorite book.
He wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me closer to him. “What do you think, babe?” he whispers against my ear.
“It’s perfect, Jax. I can’t believe you did this. How did you remember?”
He turns me around and I see the smirk on his face. “Baby, I could never forget one moment I spent with you. You were everything to me. Now that I know what you went through, I wish I would have gone with you to New York. Hell, I’m kicking myself for it. You have always been my future. I’m never letting you slip through my fingers again.”
He leans down and softly kisses my lips. When he pulls back, I can see the hunger in his eyes. He walks me over to the blanket and offers me a seat, just like he did the first time. I sit, waiting for him to do the same. “I must say, I never expected us to be right here, right now,” he says with a small smile.
“Neither did I. I never thought you’d be able to forgive me for what I did to you,” I mumble, looking at the ground.
Grabbing my hand, he kisses my knuckles. “Lyndley, I’m hurt and mad, but I could never hate you. You didn't do any of this on purpose. It just happened. I can accept that and move on, carrying her in my heart. I want you to do the same. I love you, and that will never change.” He intertwines our fingers and smiles at me.
“What?” I ask, blushing.
“You look just as beautiful as you did on our first date. I’m the luckiest man in the world right now.”
His hand gently grips the back of my neck and he pulls me in for a kiss. I forgot how it felt to be completely loved by someone. For years, I’ve tried to keep myself at a distance from everyone. Jax is the only man who has ever loved me this way. Sure, Tyler said he loved me, but I now know it wasn’t the same. I never felt the kind of love with him like I do with Jaxson.
Jax gently lays me back on the blanket, placing himself between my legs. Every inch of my body is on fire, and I want nothing more than for him to make me his again. I don't want to fight it anymore. I want him so bad, it hurts.
He kisses me softly and trails his mouth down my neck to the collar of my shirt, lowering it enough to kiss the tops of my breasts. I slip my hands inside his shirt and roam over his chest. When his hands
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