I follow his eyes.
He groans quietly at the sight, his body leaning closer. He runs a finger over my entrance, holding up the slick digit.
“Do you know how sexy you look?” he whispers next to my ear, his breath teasing my skin. “Spread out in front of me, my cum dripping out of your body?”
I bite down hard on my lip, unable to take my eyes off him as he returns his finger to my core, adding others, drawing them through the mess we’ve made, before sliding them up and over the swollen, sensitive lips of my pussy and slit, before pressing them deep into my body.
I suck in a breath, my sensitive muscles clutching greedily at the invasion. I spread my legs wider and lean back, resting my hands on the sink unit behind me, allowing him free access to explore my sensitive flesh. The outside bathroom offering us protection from prying eyes. I watch as his fingers disappear and reappear. He collects more of our lovemaking and pushes it back inside me.
I’ve never had unprotected sex before, so the feel of his cum on my skin, dripping out of my body, is new. The thought of Jax’s cum deep in my body has my muscles clenching hard around his digits.
“You like that?” he asks, his voice deep and husky.
I drop my head forward and groan as he twists them, curling them against my front wall, massaging my G-spot. I spread my legs wider again, opening myself further to his gaze.
A dark flush appears high on Jax’s cheekbones as he continues to play and torment my pussy, his cock hardening once more between us.
I bite my lip as my body reignites.
“Maybe we should move this inside,” I gasp, my voice catching as another wave of pleasure ricochets through my core.
Jax’s eyes darken, his arms sweeping around me, lifting me down. My almost naked body slides down his, and I find myself getting lost once more in the feel of his skin against mine.
Jax bends down, his lips meeting mine.
I don’t know how long we stand there, but it’s a while before I bend down and grab my purse from the floor, letting us both in.
We have one night before we’re forced to return to reality. We need to make the most of it.
CHAPTER 34
JAX
Iroll over, my hand reaching out under the covers. The bed next to me is cold and very empty.
I force my eyes open and drop onto my back, staring at the ceiling. My senses are on heightened alert, waiting for a sound, any sound.
Nothing.
Memories of the night before flood my brain, leaving me instantly hard. She’s always had the ability to tie me up in knots.
Pushing up onto my elbows, I look and listen.
Silence.
I swing my feet off the bed and grab my shorts and t-shirt from where they were rapidly abandoned. Pulling them on.
I pad to the door, leading outside and open it.
Kat is sitting on the sofa in one of the hotel dressing gowns, her knees drawn up as she stares out over the beach and sea. In her hand, she nurses a steaming mug of something.
Strong coffee.
The smell hits my senses, making my taste buds water.
“Good morning,” I say, stepping up next to her.
Her muscles tighten as if my presence has surprised her, and when she looks up, my stomach knots.
