The single syllable is laced with sudden heat.
At least, it’s sudden to me. I spoon more ice cream, but Jax scoops it up with his finger and brings it to my waiting mouth.Fuck yeah.I got him the ice cream to calm him down, but as he slides his sweet finger into my mouth, I change my mind. I don’t want him calm. I want him in my bed anddamnif either one of us is gonna be sleeping anytime soon.
The ice cream hits my tongue. I swallow it down, not giving a single shit about brain freeze, and hold out my hand to him. “Come home with me.”
* * *
My apartment is dark and still. I tug Jax inside and kick the door shut behind him.
He’s vibrating. Or maybe it’s me. His eyes are something else right now, but I trust him to tell me if he’s not down for the inferno gathering pace between us.
We’ve kissed a hundred times. More. But as I shove him against my front door and crash my lips to his, it feels different this time. Hotter. Deeper. As if it means more.
I’m rough with him. He fights back, kissing me harder and spinning us, reversing our position and working his way along my jaw and down my neck. My jeans seem to undo themselves. Jax’s wicked hands touch me everywhere.
He cups my ass and squeezes my length through my underwear. An inhuman groan escapes me and I set to work stripping his clothes too.
His hot skin waylays me. I roam every inch of it as if I’ve never touched him before. His strong chest and cut abs. His back. The scars that tread a path down to his thigh. I drag his T-shirt over his head so I can see him better, even in the murky night. Man, he’s fucking ethereal. How is it possible that he’s more beautiful than he was an hour ago?
I can’t find an answer to that, so I stop trying. I toss his T-shirt Lord knows where and unbutton his jeans. Despite the fact that we’ve been naked together before, it feels like the last barrier. I ease them over his hips, taking his underwear along for the ride. He returns the favor, and it’s time for a change of scenery.
He takes my hand and leads me to my bed. We tumble down, but in truth I’ve been falling since I met him. Lingering clothes disappear. His skin slides against mine like a dream. I’m so hard for him it fucking hurts.
I roll him onto his back and loom over him. “What do you want?”
He tilts his head. “What do you mean?”
I shrug and narrow the space between us, cupping a palm to his cheek. “I mean, how do you want to fuck? I can go either way.”
His swallow is audible, and I know I’ve shocked him. The cogs turn in his brain, and I get the war he’s wagingso fucking much. I want itall, and it lights me on fire that he might too.
“I can go either way too,” he says eventually. “But…I like to be fucked.”
“You do, huh?”
The flush on his chest grows darker. “Yeah, I mean, it’s been a minute, but I remember what I like.”
“And that’s to be fucked?”
“Yeah.”
I don’t need telling twice. Three times. Whatever. We go back to kissing the hell out of each other. I’m in no hurry, but at the same time, I can’t fucking wait. I want him. Ineedhim.
And fortuitously, my nightstand is prepared enough that we don’t have to dance that awkward dance to the bathroom. Everything we need is right here.
Condoms and lube appear like magic. Jax pulls me over him again and wraps his legs around me.
I hook my hand behind his neck and kiss him so hard I taste blood, but he kisses me back harder, and the message is clear:Bring it. I can handle it.
But still. I draw back and push his damp hair out of his face. “Gonna ask this once so be sure of your answer. Do you need me to be gentle?”
Jax growls. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Message received. I get on my knees and crawl between his spread legs, spellbound, as ever, by everything about him. He rolls a condom onto me, lubes me up, then watches as I start to ease inside him, holding his breath as he takes me in.
Despite the firepit in my blood, I go slow. But his eyes still water. “Bloody hell. You’re a fucking beast.”
I snicker. “You’ve seen your dick, right?”
