Water sluices down his face, matting his dark hair to his forehead. He looks primal in the steam, water beading on the scar tissue of his neck.
He grabs the shampoo bottle. He pours a dollop into his palm.
"Close your eyes."
I obey.
His fingers work into my scalp. It’s intimate. Unbearably intimate. He massages the tension points at my skull, his nails scraping lightly against the skin. The suds run down my neck, over my shoulders.
I reach out. I need to touch him.
My hands find his chest. I soap him up, my fingers sliding over the hard pectorals, the ridges of his abs. I trace the jagged scar on his side—is it a bullet wound?
I follow the line of hair down his stomach.
My hands move lower.
I brush against him. He is steel wrapped in velvet skin. He jumps, his breath hissing through his teeth.
"Miranda," he warns.
I drop to my knees.
The water beats down on my back. I am eye-level with his cock now. The scent of him here is heavy—musk and soap and arousal.
I wrap my hand around him.
His cock is heavy. Hot. The veins pulse under my palm.
I lean forward. I want to taste him. I want to know the texture of him. I part my lips, the steam filling my lungs.
Jax makes a sound like a dying engine.
His hands tangle in my wet hair.
I think he’s going to thrust into my mouth. Iwanthim to push me down.
Instead, he pulls.
"Up," he chokes out.
He hauls me to my feet. Water splashes everywhere. He presses me back against the shower wall, the cool fiberglass biting into my shoulder blades.
He pins my wrists next to my head. He is breathing hard, his chest heaving, his eyes searching mine with a desperate intensity.
"Jax?" I pant, confused. "Why did you stop?"
He leans in, pressing his forehead against mine. Water drips from his nose onto my lips.
"Because I'm hanging by a thread," he rasps. "And if your mouth touches me... I lose the last bit of control I have."
He looks deep into my eyes, the violet meeting the amber. The steam swirls around us, closing us in.
"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice becoming a whisper that sounds like a vow. "Because if we do this... if I fuck you... there’s no going back. No undoing it. You’re mine. Forever."
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