“You’re… being… nice. I was not expecting this.”
“I can be nice.”
“You just aren’t. Ever. To me. I don’t know what I did that makes you hate me so much.”“Hate you?” His words are laced with surprise. He rolls over and his hand is on my cheek, turning it towards him. “I don’t hate you. I just can’t be around you.”
My face twists with so much confusion it hurts. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
He sighs and rolls back over like I’m a child who doesn’t understand a simple concept, which is frustrating as hell. I’m smart. I pick up on things that others miss. But Jax. He’s an enigma locked in a box. He internalizes everything and lashes out.
After a few more minutes of tense, awkward silence, I toss the covers off and move to roll out of bed.
“Where are you going?” he asks, surprised.
“You literally just said you don’t want me around. So I’m leaving. Last I checked, laying in your bed is pretty much as close as you can be to someone.”
He grabs my wrist and pulls me back into the bed. “You don’t listen. I didn’t say I don’t want you around, just that I can’t be around you.”
“Different words, but same meaning.”
“No.” He pulls me with enough force that my ass is sliding across his satin sheets and into his chest. “You… you infuriate me.”
“All the more reason for me to go. I’m like gas to your flame. I didn’t come in here to fight. I said what I needed to say, so I can go.”
“Damn it, Everlee. Just shut up. Stop talking.” He presses his forehead to mine, and I can’t ignore the tangle our legs have ended up in.
He doesn’t need to tell me to shut up, because I can’t speak even if I tried. A ball has lodged itself in my throat as my eyes flicker between his and his lips. His eyes are glowing, his mouth is wanting… I hate the way my body reacts to him.
He’s breathing slowly, eyes closed like he’s fighting the same battle I am.
“You… I don’t want things… ever. The more you want things, the more opportunity you have to be disappointed.” He shifts his forehead off mine, but rubs our cheeks together as he inhales. “You are here for now until Samara is no longer a problem. Then you’re going to leave.”
“I… I don’t have to.”
“You’re a true fae. The first in several hundred years. You aren’t going to stay here,” he says, like my staying is the dumbest idea.
“Don’t tell me what I’m going to do or not do.”
He laughs and buries his face in my neck, inhaling a deep breath again, causing tingles to shoot over my body.
“Jax,” I pant out. I can’t deal with being teased again. The strain in his voice, in his movements, makes me think he’s not doing this on purpose, but I can’t. I think I’ll explode if I get that close to an orgasm again without release.
His hand slides up my body and wraps around the back of my neck, while his thumb presses just under my jawline. Frustration is pulsing out of him, through his fingers, as he stares me in the eye. His eyes flicker wildly between mine and down to my lips, like he’s trying to convince himself not to kiss me, to take what he wants.
He growls at himself, turning away, like there are two voices in his head. One telling him to take what he wants and the other warning him against temptation.
“I can go,” I whisper so softly that even I can barely hear it.
“Fuck it.” He turns his head back to me and presses his lips to mine and kisses me. Kisses me hard. Kisses me like it’s the only time he will kiss me, so he wants to feel it all. Savor it all. His tongue presses in and I nearly melt. This man and his kiss. A moan sneaks out and dances between us as the heel of my foot digs into his ass, driving our bodies closer together.
Oh my. A ripple of pleasure passes through my body when I feel his hard cock press against my entrance through our clothes.
His hand tangles in my hair and pulls tight, but the pain quickly turns to pleasure. In one swift motion, he rolls us over so I’m straddling him. He pulls my hair backwards, so my lips slip off his and my face is towards the ceiling. He attacks my throat, biting and sucking and licking. My clit is throbbing, needing to feel his cock. His hands make quick work of my shirt, pulling it over my head and he pauses for a moment, drinking me in.
Guys have never looked at me the way he does- these men do. They want me.
Me.
His hands grip the outside of each breast as he squeezes them together and kisses them, while my hands rove over his body, through his hair. I return the favor and pull his hair hard, jerking his face up and press my lips to his neck. His throat vibrates under my lips as he chuckles, then flips us back over and slides his body over mine. He growls out as his chest brushes over my nipples before he slides down, planting kisses over my breasts and down my stomach.
