“Evening,” I whisper back, which makes him chuckle.
“Are you okay?” His hand splays across my stomach, warm and possessive. “Not too sore?”
My cheeks heat. “Define too sore.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through my back. “That good, huh?”
“Don’t get cocky.”
“Too late.” I can hear the grin in his voice. “You were very vocal about how good it was. Repeatedly.”
Oh God. I was, wasn’t I? I said things. A lot of things. Things I’ve never said during sex before because Chett always made me feel like I was too loud, too demanding, too much. But Jax ... Jax encouraged every moan, every gasp, every breathless plea for more. He told me how much he loved hearing me. How fucking sexy I was when I lost control.
“No regrets?” he asks softly, and I hear the vulnerability underneath.
I turn in his arms so I can face him. His hair is a mess, there are scratches on his chest from my nails, and he’s looking at me with those hazel eyes full of concern and residual heat.
“No regrets,” I confirm. “You?”
“Fuck no.” He leans in and kisses me, slow and deep. “That was incredible. You’re incredible.”
I smile against his mouth. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Not so bad?” He pulls back, mock offended. “I made you come four times.”
“Five,” I correct, and watch his eyes darken with male satisfaction.
“Five,” he repeats, clearly pleased with himself. “And I plan on making that number higher today.”
“Is that so?”
“Absolutely.” His hand slides down my side, over my hip. “But first, I should probably feed you. You need to keep your strength up.”
My stomach chooses that moment to growl, and we both laugh.
“Okay, food first,” I agree. “Then more ... fun.”
“Deal.”
Jax makes dinner, which is soup again, but this time he creates a cheeseboard to accompany it, while I steal his flannel shirt and pad around the cabin. Everything feels different now. Lighter. The storm is still raging outside, but inside, there’s a warmth that has nothing to do with the fire. I grab my phone from where I’d abandoned it earlier and see messages from Riley.
RILEY: Tell me you haven’t messaged me this morning because that mountain man has you tied to the bed.
SLOANE: Actually….
RILEY: OMG. You didn’t?
SLOANE: I did. I’ve been occupied.
RILEY: I’m impressed. Please tell me it was good.
SLOANE: The best. Didn’t realize sex could be so…
RILEY: Good?
SLOANE: Better than good. Transformative.
RILEY: Holy shit. You’ve been dickmatized.
