His eyes flash with heat as he grips my thighs, pushing them wider apart. “Since you asked so nicely...”
The next thrust is so hard it shifts me up the bed. I cry out, pleasure spiraling as he sets a punishing rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, blending seamlessly with our gasps and moans.
“Look at me,” he commands, one hand moving to grip my jaw. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
My lids are heavy, and I practically have to force them open to meet his intense gaze. The connection feels electric, intimate and profound, terrifying and wonderful all at once.
“I’m close,” I pant as a familiar ache unfurls deep inside.
“Me too,” he grunts, reaching down to circle my clit with his thumb. “I want you to come with me, beautiful. Can you do that?”
“Yes! Oh,fffuuuuck!”
The next thing I know, my orgasm is crashing over me, inner muscles clenching hard as I scream his name. Through the haze, I see his face contort as he stiffens and lets out a guttural groan, hips jerking as he empties himself inside me painting my inner walls with his cum.
Both of us are breathing hard as the aftershocks continue to ripple. Finally, he pulls out slowly, causing an unwitting whimper to escape my throat at the loss.
With gentle hands, Jax reaches up to untie my wrists, massaging each one gently before bringing them to his lips, pressing soft kisses to the red marks left behind.
“You okay?” he asks, voice tender as he moves to lie beside me, pulling me into his arms.
I nod, still trying to catch my breath. “More than okay.”
He brushes my hair away from my face with the palm of his hand, searching my eyes. The intensity in his own makes my heart skip. “I don’t think I could’ve imagined a better way to get an answer to my question. But just to be clear… you’re all in? With me?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. Despite the fact that we just had mind-blowing sex, I suddenly feel a little shy. “I want to give this—us—a chance.”
His smile is so bright it could light up the entire room. “Good. Because I don’t think I could’ve gotten through another day of just being your roommate.”
I laugh, snuggling against his side. “Me neither. It was torture.”
“Tell me about it,” he groans, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “It was driving me insane not being able to touch you knowing you were just down the hall.”
We lie there in comfortable silence, his fingers trailing lazily up and down my spine. I can’t believe I actually did it—went full-on Pretty Woman with the tie and everything. The look on his face when he walked through the door was worth every second without him over the past few days.
“What made you change your mind?” he asks, breath soft against my hair.
I push up, propping myself up on an elbow to look down at him. Lids hooded, his eyes are warm as they meet mine.
“I just couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. About how you’d never hurt me the way my dad or Ryan did.” I tracemy finger over the tribal tattoo on his chest. “And I realized all I was doing was punishing not only you, but myself for things they did. I was so scared of getting hurt again that I was willing to walk away from something that could be amazing.”
He takes my wandering hand and brings it to his lips. “I meant what I said. I’m not going anywhere, Sasha.”
“I know.” Trust settles into my heart, breath catching as the realization sets in that I actually believe him. “Even though it terrifies me, I’m willing to do this… with you.”
Jax pulls me down for a kiss, soft and sweet. When we break apart, he’s grinning like a fool.
“What?” I ask, unable to stop my answering smile.
“Just thinking about how much I’m going to enjoy helping you take care of these.” A finger ghosts over one of my piercings, making me shiver.
“Oh, yeah? Are you down bad for my nipples?”
“Sweet cheeks, as much as I can’t get enough of looking at these…” He gently brushes a thumb over the gold bar, making my breath hitch. “The only thing I’m down bad for…” His eyes flick up to lock with mine. “…is you.”
forty-nine
The next morning,I wake up with my legs wrapped around Sasha, face buried in her neck. My arm, which is tucked under her head, is half asleep.
