CHAPTER 33
KAT
Jax’s heart thunders under my hand, our breathing coming fast and harsh. His arms lock around me.
I stare at his broad chest, my fingers flat against the material of his t-shirt. I raise my eyes, ready to thank him for saving me, but nothing comes out. Instead, I find myself drowning in his dark, smouldering gaze. Seeing my own wants and needs reflected back at me. My breath catches, and I lean in closer to his solid chest and masculine scent, an aphrodisiac to my starving body.
Jax’s gaze travels over my face, my body heat rising.
The nerve endings that have been firing all day ignite all at once, pleasure flooding my body, my muscles contracting, my pussy aching with the need to be filled.
I wrap a hand around the back of his head, his grip on me tightening as I pull him forward. He resists for a split second before his lips meet mine.
Last night’s kiss was breath-taking. This is something else. All rational thought leaves my body. Only sensations remain.
My back arches, pressing me against his length.
His arms wrap around me, lifting me, as he steps us through the open gate, kicking it shut with his foot. Our mouths continue to feast. Exploring, nipping, sucking… demanding.
Jax continues moving us into the garden. I wrap my legs around his waist, enjoying the feel of his hands as they slide up under my skirt, gripping my thighs. His cock hardens behind his shorts, pressed against my sensitive folds.
I moan into his mouth, deepening our kiss. Sucking his tongue into my mouth, his cock flexes against me, my pussy swelling with the need to be stretched and filled.
It’s been too long.
My arse connects with something solid, taking my weight.
Jax rips his mouth away from mine, his lips travelling over my cheek towards my ear and down, finding the spot on my collarbone that makes me melt.
I drop my head back, giving him greater access, my hands sinking into his hair, holding him tightly, encouraging him on.
His hands slide up my thighs, pulling me forward and tight against his very hard cock. When he rocks against me, pushing against my swollen and aching pussy, my head swims, and I see stars. He does it again and again, rocking backwards and forwards, the friction of our clothes against sensitive skin driving my need higher.
I roll my hips, biting down on my lip to stop myself from crying out, begging for release.
My hands slide under his t-shirt, relishing in the feel of his taut, smooth skin against my fingertips. His muscles contract sharply, jumping as I run my fingernails lightly over his defined abs.
I push his top up, pulling it over his head and throwing it to one side.
Our eyes meet for a split second.
Hands and lips are everywhere. There’s no thought tonight, only need, a need to be close, to let go and feel.
His hand disappears under my dress, fingers brushing my swollen and pulsating core. Teasing, tormenting, touching and retreating.
He pulls the straps of my dress from my shoulders, freeing my breasts to the warm night air. His mouth latches on, nipping and sucking. It pebbles beneath the onslaught of his mouth, my breath quickening as my body aches and tingles for more. One hand clutches onto his scalp, cradling him against me.
My legs widen, pressing forward into his hand. My soaked panties, moving freely against my skin.
My other hand moves to his shorts, unbuttoning them and pushing them down, allowing his cock to spring free.
His mouth moves to my other breast, as I take his hot, stiff flesh in my hand, using my thumb to smear his pre-cum over the crown. My fingers stretch around him, sliding up and down his engorged flesh, enjoying the feel of his long and pulsating dick in my hand.
He bites down on my nipple, groaning against my skin. My head falls back, making me suck in a breath.
Before I can think, I push forward, shoving my soaked panties to one side before lining him up and sliding myself onto his throbbing cock.
We both freeze.
