Natural Attraction (18 page)

Well if he thinks that leaving me reclined is going to stop me taking him on for the remote he’s wrong.  He really doesn’t know who he’s dealing with here and he won’t even see it coming.

I watch him take a final swig on his drink and put the empty glass on the floor next to him. 

Well there goes his last line of defense.  Watch out Mr.

I stop my fidgeting and prepare my body to attack for the remote.
 

Without hesitation I spring to action throwing one hand beneath my butt to push up off my seat while I throw my body forward.  My other hand snakes out to make a grab for the remote in his lap. 

With the element of surprise on my side, I quickly feel my fingers brushing against the remote. 

I am about to snatch it off his lap when I feel a strong hand come down at lightning speed to clamp firmly around my wrist.  I then find myself yanked straight past the remote. 

At the same time another arm comes around my back and before I know what is happening, I am flipped over, slammed into Jax’s lap with my arms crossed in front of me.  Each of my wrists are captured by Jax’s massive hands and I am being held firmly in place.

The remote is gone, to where I have no idea.

Man he’s fast! 

In shock that my stealth attack has failed, I realize I am now sitting in a compromising position on Jax’s lap. I freeze up and consider my alternatives.  Should I fight?

“Don’t even think about it.”  I hear Jax rumble against the side of my neck where his chin is now resting on my shoulder.

How did he know?

I decide that even though I am annoyed at failing my attack, I should acknowledge his excellent tackle skills.

“You’re good,” I mumble quietly.

“Two strong brothers and lots of play fighting,” he rumbles into my neck again.

“Are you going to let me go?” I ask softly.

“Nope.” 

I feel his thumbs start to circle gently against my wrists and small shots of electricity start shooting up each arm. 

“Okay.”  I feel myself relaxing and calming down. 

Jax’s hard body beneath me feels warm and surprisingly comfortable.  His thumbs gently swirling on my wrists distract me from any thoughts other than how comfortable I feel.

I become acutely aware of his warm breath gently whispering against my neck.   I sigh softly and relax against him, molding my body against his.  It feels like I fit perfectly in his lap and between his arms.  I feel like this is exactly where I need to be. 

All thoughts of the remote control and fidgeting forgotten as I feel my head gently rolling back to settle softly against his chest.

The more I relax the more aware I become of his warm scent surrounding me and soon I can feel the gentle thud of his heart against my back.  Between his thumbs gently circling against my wrists and the soft thud of his heart, I start to feel my breathing settle and my eyelids drooping. 

I try to focus on the television again and see that Angela Jolie is rolling out from under a car on a mechanic’s creeper cart looking superhot with dreadlocks.  I wonder what I would look like with dreadlocks before my eyelids close and I fall asleep again.

*****

I awake to find myself in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a strange house. 

There is light filtering through a crack in a curtain in a window direct in front of my eyes.  Panic rockets through my system as my brain clangs into gear trying to work out how I got here.

As my mind slowly clears its night fog, I remember falling asleep in Jax’s arms the night before.  I remember that I am at Jax’s house and I start to relax. 

Obviously I must have fallen asleep heavily and Jax has carried me to bed.  He is getting good at carrying me around without waking me up.

I feel movement behind me and feel a strong arm snake out to clamp around my chest.  With one smooth movement, I am dragged backwards and a hard body presses firmly against my back.  I take a sharp breath and stiffen in shock.

What the fuck?
 
He took me to bed with him?

“Good morning,” Jax rumbles into the back of my head.  His voice is crackling with that sexy just woken up sound.

“Um…  Good morning,” I whisper, not too sure what to think about my current situation. 

My mind starts racing.  What am I supposed to do now?  Should I just get up and get out of this awkward situation?  I quickly assess that at least I am still wearing his shorts and t-shirt so that is
all good
.

Unable to resist, I lift my hand and feel behind me to check that he remains dressed.  Quickly skimming my fingers along his side and down to his hips, I assess that he has no shirt on.  I also assess that by the feel of the band I can feel he still has at least a pair of boxers or
pajama pants on. 

Relief floods me as.  I am not too sure that I could handle having his fully naked, warm body pressed against my back.   Feeling his strong smooth chest pressing hotly up against my back is already starting to take its toll.

I feel his arm tighten around my chest and he pulls me even closer until I can feel his soft lips tickling against the back of my neck.

“Am I overdressed?”  He rumbles and a gentle flow of warm air tickles my hair.

“I’m not sure.  What are we doing?”

I find myself still whispering.

“Spooning,” he replies with another soft rumble.

“I’ve never spooned
,” I admit softly.

And that is the truth.  I haven’t.  Of all the times I have woken up next to a guy after a bender, we were always well and truly segregated to our own opposite sides of the bed with as wide a gap as possible between us.  Seemingly my subconscious has a strong sense of self-preservation that ensures I stay well away from guys in my sleep.

“It’s nice,” he rumbles again.

I have to agree, it is.

“I’m glad to find out that spooning doesn’t require nudity.”  I whisper again.  Then decide to add, “I might try it again some time.” 

“Only if it’s with me,” his voice crackles softly against my neck.

I feel myself go rigid. 

What the hell did that mean?
 

That sounded
possessive.
  How did I end up in bed with a guy, fully dressed and he is sounding
possessive?

“What?” I blurt as I start to feel a panic attack overtake my body. 

There is something
very
wrong with this situation. 

Weird thoughts of horror movies where woman are held against their wills by crazy rapists flash through my mind.  My sense of self-preservation kicks in.  It is time to fight and get myself free, something is definitely not right with this whole situation. 

Thank God I had told Jen I was staying the night.  Surely she would call the police by tonight if I didn’t call her to let her know I was safely home.

I start to twist forward against his strong arm, panic taking over fully.  My breathing becomes erratic as I start to pull one of my knees forward with the thought of kicking backwards as hard as I can to take out his crown jewels.  Perhaps I can give myself a small window of opportunity to escape.  Even if I don’t manage to escape, at the very minimum I hope to make sure that this mother fucker never gets a stiff one again. 

In what feels like slow motion, I tense up my body and project all my energy to my leg to make sure that when it hits, it has all the force of my body behind it.

I hear a muffled “Fuck!”
Come from behind me and before I know what is happening, Jax has flipped me onto my back. 

He is now laid flat on top of me, both hands circling my wrists either side of my body and essentially pinning me to the bed.  My back kick attempt has failed miserably.

“What the fuck are you doing?”  He growls with his deep rumble into my face as his eyes pierce direct in to mine.

“Saving myself?” I whisper.

“What the fuck from?” He asks, exasperation lacing his voice.

“Um…
You?” I squeak starting to realize that I may have overreacted just a titch. 

From what I can see in those gorgeous blue eyes staring at me intently, there is no deviousness there at all, just sleepy confusion laced with concern.

“Jesus woman, that’s the weirdest reaction I’ve
ever
had from a woman waking up in my bed.  What made you think you needed to save yourself?”  

His voice is much softer and gentler as he starts to loosen his hold on my wrists.

“I thought you were a rapist.” I squeak, awkwardness now making me lose my voice.

“A fuck
ing rapist?  How did you come up with that when we were
spooning?
  I’m pretty sure rapists don’t spoon.  Rapists probably tie your hands behind your back and pin your legs apart.  They might even gag you or something like that don’t you think?”

He has an excellent point.

“Good point.” I whisper softly, suddenly aware that even if he isn’t a rapist, he is now very much in a position of power.  “Can you get off me please?”

“Are you going to try and wreck my chances of ever having children if I do?” He asks this looking very serious and
very
concerned.

“Um… No... 
About the spooning.  Why
were
we spooning?” I ask because seriously, how did staying the night end up equating to spooning anyway?

“’Cause it feels nice and it’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to spoon.  Old habits die hard I suppose.” Jax replies as he rolls off of me and releases his grip on my wrists.

“Okay then.”

I’m not too sure what to say so I decide to take the safe option and start inching my way towards the edge of the bed and freedom. 

Freedom from what, I’m not sure.  I barely make it an inch before Jax’s arm snakes out again and he wraps his fingers deftly around my waist to pull me back snug up against his side again.

“Where are you go
ing?” He asks again looking me direct in the eyes.

“Um…  Over there.” 

I nod towards the window not too sure about where I was going in the first place.

“What’s over there that’s better than be
ing over here?” He asks softly, a small grin starting to appear on either side of his mouth.

“I’m not sure I can answer that question right now,” I respond as my other senses start to kick in.  I get a whiff of cologne and the scent of sleepy
Jax  and start to relax again.  I feel myself snuggling into the warmth that is Jax. 

Perhaps I don’t need to go anywhere.  Perhaps this is exactly where I need to be.

“That’s better.” I hear him rumbling again as he rolls towards me. 

This time he is gently leaning across the side of my body but he has essentially managed to capture my undivided attention and pin me down, immobilized.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath not too sure what is about to happen next.  When I open them again, it is to see two ocean crystal blue eyes staring straight into mine.

“You gotta learn to relax woman, noth
ing bad is gunna happen,” Jax says with a smirk on his face.  “Hungry?”

For you perhaps.

I feel my heart starting to race and I let my eyes flutter shut again to take another deep breath.

“Sure.”  I manage to breathe out quietly while trying to calm my heart rate down.

I have barely finished my out breath when I feel Jax push up onto his arms above me. 

“Cool, I promised you a cooked breakfast!”

He swoops down quickly to peck me chastely on the forehead.

“There are new toothbrushes in the second draw on the left in my en suite and your clothes are folded on the bench in there as well.”

He brought me my clothes in as well?
 

God, did this guy not always think of everything?

Another moment of mortification hits when I realize that he has now handled my underwear.   Thank god there hadn’t been that much to see.  They were just a basic black sports brazier for horse riding and a matching pair of black panties with a lace frill. 

It could have been worse I suppose.

As I muse over Jax’s apparent need to look after all my needs, he quickly pushes off the bed and I am rewarded with the fine view of his smooth, muscle-bound back bending over to grab his blue jeans. 

He is indeed wearing boxers and they are hanging nice and low on his hips.  They do great things to accentuate his ass. 

His hair is looking soft and shiny and I suddenly feel the urge to sit up and lean forward to run my hands down his back and through his hair. 

Weird much?

I take a long slow breath to calm my now once again racing heart beat and watch him stride powerfully towards the en suite.  A short time later he reappears with just the jeans on and flings his boxers into a hamper in the corner.