Taking her hand in mine, I bring it to my lips, pressing a light kiss to her knuckles. “I love you too, Sasha. So fucking much.”
Relief floods her face, followed by a smile so radiant it could light up the darkest night. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I nod, unable to hold back the grin splitting my face. Leaning in, I capture her lips once more, pouring every ounce of what I feel for her into the kiss. A kiss that feels like a promise.
Breaking away, she looks up at me and my eyes search her face as I say, “I was going to tell you just a second ago, but you beat me to it.”
She beams at me. “I’ve been so scared to admit it, even to myself. After everything that’s happened with all the men in and out of my life, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to trust someone enough to let myself cross that line again.”
Emotion floods my heart, the last vestiges of the line I’ve so carefully drawn fading away to nothing as I press my forehead against hers. This woman has completely turned my world upside down, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Six months ago, I was convinced I’d never settle down, never find someone who made me want to be a better man. But Sasha changed all of that the moment she walked into my life.
And now that I’ve come to terms with what she means to me? I’m never letting her go.
fifty-four
I wakeup with Jax’s strong arms holding me close. As I take a deep breath in, he lets out a low grumble that reverberates against the back of my neck where he’s tucked his head.
His hand, which is splayed across by stomach, shifts, fingers tracing slow circles as his lips press against my neck and along my shoulder, making me arch against him. He’s hard, and my body responds immediately, a rush of slick heat flooding my core.
I turn in his arms, seeking his mouth.
Our lips meet in a languid kiss, unhurried and deep as his hand slides up my back, fingers curling tightly in my hair, drawing me so close I can feel his heart beating hard against mine.
Morning stubble scratches deliciously along my skin as his mouth trails down my throat. I thread my fingers through his hair, tilting my head as his tongue traces the length of my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.
Breaking the kiss, I pull back, our eyes locking in the dim morning light. Everything he’s feeling is reflected in those dark, chocolate depths—desire, tenderness, love. My chest tightenswith emotion as I push away just enough so I can shimmy out of my panties.
His hands grip my hips, lifting me as I shift to straddle his waist. The sheet falls away as I rise above him, my hair cascading around us like a curtain of fire. His eyes drink me in, pupils dilating with want as he slides his hands up my thighs, and under my top, lifting it over my head.
Undulating my hips, I slick his cock with my arousal before I lower myself onto him slowly, taking him in, inch by glorious inch, until I bottom out.
Letting out a long, drawn-out groan, his fingers dig into my hips, but he doesn’t rush me, allowing me to set the pace.
“Fuck, Sasha. You feel so good, baby.”
My hands find his, intertwining our fingers as I begin to move. Slow, deliberate rolls of my hips have his lids hooding, eyes darkening with heat as his chest rises and falls with quickening breaths.
When I unlink our hands and brace them against his chest, pushing myself up so I can ride him faster, Jax grips my hips even tighter, fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts up hard, making me gasp. The change of pace catches me off guard, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core as he takes control.
“Yes,” I moan, throwing my head back as he hammers into me.
Hips snapping with increasing force, each thrust hits that spot deep inside, making sparks dance in front of my eyes.
“Fuck yeah,” he growls, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb grazing over my sensitive nipple. “You ride me so fucking good.”
Curling my fingers against his chest, the hard planes of muscle twitch beneath my palms as I do my best not to lose my rhythm when he moves his hand between my legs, swiping his thumb over my clit. “Oh, shit!”
As the pressure builds, a slow and steady warmth spreads through my limbs. I can feel him pulsing inside me, his breathing becoming even more ragged as he fights to maintain control.
Suddenly, I’m on my back when Jax flips us over, pinning me to the mattress. His weight is delicious—heavy and commanding as he hooks his arms under my knees, pushing them up and apart.
“Jax…,” I gasp, reaching down to grip his ass.
“I’ve got you,” he growls, driving into me even harder.
The new angle makes my eyes cross. I’m so fucking close, teetering on the edge of bliss as pressure starts to build low in my belly.
