“Come for me again,” I command. “Let me feel it.”
She explodes around me, crying out my name, and the sensation is so intense that I follow her over, burying myself deep as I come hard.
For a long moment, we just lay there, breathing hard, tangled together. Finally, I lift my head and look down at her. Her hair is a mess, her lips are swollen, and she’s never looked more beautiful. “So,” I say, still breathless. “How was that for fun?”
She laughs, the sound turning into a satisfied sigh. “That was ... yeah. That was pretty fun.”
“Pretty fun?” I raise an eyebrow. “Just pretty fun?”
“Okay, fine.” She grins up at me. “That was incredible. Mind-blowing. Life-changing. Better?”
“Much better.” I roll off her and dispose of the condom, then pull her against my side. She snuggles in immediately, her head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine.
“Jax?” she says after a moment.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
I kiss the top of her head. “For what?”
“For making me feel ...” She trails off, then tries again. “For making me feel like I’m worth something. That I’m desirable. That I’m ... enough.”
My chest tightens. “Sloane, you are enough. More than enough. That asshole ex of yours is an idiot for not seeing it.”
She’s quiet for a moment. “I think I’m starting to believe that.”
“Good.” I tighten my arm around her. “Because it’s true.”
We lay there in comfortable silence, the sound of the wind and snow outside a distant backdrop. The cabin is warm, the bed is comfortable, and Sloane is soft and perfect in my arms.
“So,” she says eventually, trailing her fingers across my chest. “What’s next on this fun agenda of yours?”
I grin. “Well, I was thinking we could take a break. Maybe get some food. Build up our energy.”
“Build up our energy for what?”
“Round two.” I roll over, pinning her beneath me, loving the way her eyes go dark with renewed desire. “And three. And four. We’ve got all day, sweetheart, and I plan to make very good use of it.”
Her answering smile is wicked. “I like the way you think.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
And I proceed to show her exactly what I mean.
Again, and again ….
8
SLOANE
Imust doze off mid-morning after I don’t know what round it was, because I wake up to warmth. Not just the warmth of the blankets or the fire still crackling in the main room, but the warmth of a large, solid body wrapped around mine. Jax’s arm is draped possessively across my waist, his chest pressed against my back, and I can feel his steady breathing against my neck. My entire body aches in the best possible way.
Holy shit. I slept with Jax.
No, that’s not quite right. Jax didn’t just sleep with me. He absolutely demolished me. Multiple times. In multiple ways. My thighs are sore, there are marks on my neck that I can feel without even looking, and I’m pretty sure I lost my voice somewhere around round three when he had me screaming his name. I should feel guilty. Or confused. Or worried about what this means. But instead, I feel ... satisfied. Alive. Like I’ve been walking around half-asleep for years, and someone finally shook me awake. Jax shifts behind me, his arm tightening, pulling me closer. His dick presses against my ass, and heat floods through me even though we literally just finished a few hours ago.
“Mornin’,” he mumbles against my neck, his voice rough with sleep.
