Part 6 (1/2)

”G.o.d, you were made for f.u.c.king,” he said gruffly. ”You were built just to drive me out of my mind.”

One finger slid beneath the lace of my thong, running below it from the small of my back to the damp flesh between my legs. His knuckle brushed against my s.e.x, and I quivered, gasping as a tremor shook my core.

The lace snapped in his grip, and I jolted, shocked by the sharp, quick tug against my skin and the harsh sound of the material rending. He blanketed me, his feverishly hot body covering my back, his hands pus.h.i.+ng underneath me to cup my swollen b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His c.o.c.k lay hot and thick between the cheeks of my a.s.s, and he thrust, pus.h.i.+ng the steely length between them.

The sensation of being overpowered, helpless, had me primed to come. A man so ragingly aroused he was tearing my clothes off had me spread for the taking. Jax's desire was dizzying and irresistible. As much as I loved his body, he loved mine. Maybe more, which seemed impossible, but he always managed to make me feel that way.

”Don't wait,” I begged, my hips rocking back against him.

”What do you want, baby?” he crooned, ma.s.saging the tight points of my nipples with clever fingers. ”Tell me what you need.”

I was panting, writhing, teased by the feeling of his heavy sac resting against the wet lips of my s.e.x. ”f.u.c.k me, Jax. f.u.c.k me hard.”

He nuzzled against my temple. ”You want this?”

With a s.h.i.+ft of his hips, the broad head of his c.o.c.k was notched into the clenching opening of my body. Pressure built as the crown pushed inside me, spreading me for the penetration of the hard shaft to follow.

I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut, trembling. He was everywhere. In every breath I sucked in...over every inch of my skin....

”Tight, baby,” he ground out between clenched teeth, withdrawing and pus.h.i.+ng deeper. Slow, easy thrusts that worked him into me with every lunge. He groaned and gripped my desperately circling hips, holding me down as he f.u.c.ked his way deeper. ”Tight and creamy... Jesus, you feel amazing. I'm going to come so hard for you. I'm going to fill you up with it.”

My fingers clawed into the comforter. My eyes opened blindly, my lips parted to suck air into burning lungs. I fought against his hold, wanting him harder, faster. I caught movement in the corner of my eye and saw us reflected in the dressing mirror affixed to the inside of his walk-in closet door.

The clutch of my body tightened, trying to pull him in to where I needed him. Jax's head turned to follow my gaze and he stilled, taking in the sight of him hunched over me, his slacks barely clinging to his upper thighs.

It was a lewd and decadent picture. Me, pinned and still fully clothed, my s.e.x opened and penetrated by his ma.s.sive c.o.c.k; and Jax, firm b.u.t.tocks tight with the force of a thrust, his biceps thick and flexing from the kneading of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his back glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration.

His mouth curved wickedly. ”You like watching me f.u.c.k you.”

To prove it, he withdrew and thrust again, his entire body tightening as he sank farther into me. I whimpered. My s.e.x sucked greedily at his c.o.c.k; my nipples tightened painfully against his palms.

”Oh, yeah, you do,” he crooned in a darkly seductive voice. ”I'm going to mirror the ceiling, Gia baby. You're going to watch me wors.h.i.+p this s.e.xy body of yours every day and night. You'll never forget why you're putting up with the world outside our bed. It's going to be seared into your brain. Every time you close your eyes, you'll see me riding you until you can't come any more.”

I climaxed. I couldn't stop it. I cried out as the tension finally broke, pleasure arching my spine into a tight bow against his chest.

Jax growled and lost control, f.u.c.king me hard and fast, surging deep and erupting with a vicious curse. His teeth sank into my shoulder. He came inside me, chasing my o.r.g.a.s.m with ragged groans, his body shaking violently with the force of his e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns.

It was too much. I couldn't see, couldn't think. My nails raked across the comforter, instinctively trying to pull me away from the flood of sensation, away from the spurting c.o.c.k still plunging inside me, making me take more...feel more...when I couldn't possible withstand it.

Jax kept me with him, trapped and possessed, a willing prisoner to the endless need between us.

Jax undressed me, washed his s.e.m.e.n away with a warm washcloth, and arranged me on the bed. I was limp and breathless the whole time, and slightly irritated that he could move and think while I was a brainless mess of posto.r.g.a.s.mic endorphins.

”You suck,” I told him when he finally sprawled on the bed beside me, gloriously naked.

He propped his head in his hand and grinned, his fingers running lightly down my cleavage to circle my navel. ”Guess you missed the ten minutes it took for me to be able to stand up.”

”I'm taking you down for the count next time,” I grumbled.

”Mmm...” Leaning over me, he pressed his lips to mine. ”I'm just happy there's a next time. Lots of next times. You've got two years to make up for.”

My eyes narrowed. ”I'm not taking the blame. You walked. Whether or not I followed, you're the one who bailed.”

”So I have two years to make up for.” He slid over me, kneeing my thighs open and settling between them. ”I better get started.”

Reaching up, I brushed his hair back from his forehead. He was even more breathtaking after s.e.x, his face softened and seemingly younger, his eyes bright and his smile boyishly charming. He looked happy and it twisted my heart to think I'd made him that way without even really trying.

Turning his head, he pressed his lips to my palm. ”I love you.”

”Jax.” My eyes stung. ”I used to dream about you saying that to me.”

”I told you a lot,” he confessed, ”while you were sleeping.”

That hurt worse than thinking he'd never felt that way about me at all. ”Will I ever understand why you put us through h.e.l.l?”

The light in his eyes dimmed. His smile faded. ”I'm afraid you will.”

Tension gripped his big frame, and I regretted bringing it up. I wrapped my legs around his hips, hugging him close.

”Let's agree not to bring anything but us into our bed,” he murmured, running his nose along my cheek. ”I want us to have someplace where it's just you and me, a place where we can remember why nothing else really matters but what we've got.”

I nodded, my hands stroking up and down his back. Burying my face in his throat, I breathed him in, letting the familiar and beloved scent of his skin ground me in the moment. ”I'm game for that. But I'll warn you right now that if you don't start including me, we won't make it as far as this bed to begin with.”

His mouth curved against my skin. ”You drive a hard bargain, Miss Rossi.”

”You're d.a.m.n right.”

His back tightened beneath my hands. He started pus.h.i.+ng inside me with a serrated groan.

”In all fairness,” he said gutturally, ”I can, too.”

Drowning in one of Jax's robes, I sipped a gla.s.s of wine and watched him slice cold cuts and cheese. His ma.s.sive Sub-Zero refrigerator was bachelor barren.

”You ever live with a woman before?” I asked him.

”No.”

I nodded, admiring him in loose-fitting pajama pants. ”Aren't you worried it'll feel like an invasion of your privacy?”

He glanced at me, his dark eyes piercing from beneath the locks of his disheveled hair. ”No.”

”This place is pretty...sterile. You don't think it might drive you a little nuts to see my shoes kicked off here and there, or my purse on the chair, or-”

”Your panties on the rug because I yanked them off to f.u.c.k you?” He straightened. ”No, I'm not going to mind. You having second thoughts?”