“Not fair.” She pants, tugging at my waistband.
“Life’s not fair,” I tease, but I take pity on her and stand up long enough to strip off the rest of my clothes. When I come back to bed, she’s staring at me with wide eyes, and I see the moment her gaze drops lower and her breath catches.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
I grin. “Are you okay there?”
“You’re ... that’s ...” She shakes her head. “I need a minute to process.”
“Take all the time you need,” I tell her, settling between her legs. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name.”
The look she gives me is pure fire. “Big talk, mister.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” I lean down and kiss her, slow and deep. “I always back up my talk.”
And then I proceed to show her exactly what I mean. I work my way down her body, taking my time, building her up slowly. Every kiss, every touch, every whispered word is designed to drive her higher. She’s responsive, so damn responsive, arching and gasping and saying my name like a prayer. When I finally settle between her thighs, she’s already trembling.
“Jax,” she gasps. “You don’t have to …”
“I want to,” I cut her off. “Trust me, Sloane. I really, really want to.” I put my mouth on her, and she stops talking entirely. She tastes perfect, sweet and all her, and the sounds she makes as I work her with my tongue are the hottest things I’ve ever heard. I take my time, learning what she likes, what drives her crazy, what makes her grip the sheets and arch off the bed.
“Oh God,” she moans. “Oh God, Jax, I’m …”
“That’s it,” I murmur against her. “Let go, sweetheart. Come for me.” And she does, beautifully, crying out my name as she shatters. I don’t stop, drawing it out, making her ride the wave until she’s boneless and panting. Only then do I kiss my way back up her body, settling over her.
“Holy shit,” she breathes, staring up at me with dazed eyes. “That was ...”
“Just the warm-up,” I tell her with a grin.
Her eyes go wide. “Warm-up?”
“Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.” I reach over to the nightstand where I’d stashed my wallet earlier. Thank fuck I have a condom in there. “Unless you need a break?”
She shakes her head quickly. “No break. Definitely no break.”
I tear open the packet and roll it on, then settle back between her legs. She’s watching me with those dark eyes, trust and desire mixing together. “Are you sure?” I ask one more time, even though I’m aching to be inside her.
“So sure,” she whispers, reaching up to pull me down for a kiss.
I position myself and then slowly, carefully, push inside. She’s tight and hot and perfect, and the sound she makes, half gasp, half moan, nearly undoes me right there.
“Fuck,” I groan against her neck. “You feel incredible.”
“You’re so ...” She trails off as I push deeper. “So big. I need ... give me a second.”
“Take all the time you need,” I tell her, holding still even though every instinct is screaming at me to move. “I’ve got you.”
She takes a shaky breath, then another, and I feel her body adjust, accept. When she finally rocks her hips up, I take that as my cue. I start slow, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, setting a steady rhythm. But slow doesn’t last long. Not with the way she’s responding, wrapping her legs around my waist, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“More.” She gasps. “Jax, please, more.”
And I give her everything. Every ounce of desire I’ve been holding back. Every bit of want that’s been building since last night’s kiss. I drive into her harder, deeper, and she takes it all, crying out and clinging to me.
“That’s it,” I growl in her ear. “Take it, sweetheart. Take everything I’ve got.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, God, yes …”
I can feel her getting close again, her body tightening around me, and I reach between us to help her over the edge.
