Jax shifts, tightening his arm around my waist. His morning wood is pressing against my ass, and I’m almost tempted to wiggle—wake him up by grinding my hips just so I can feel him get even harder.
Instead,I carefully lift his arm and slip out. He mumbles something in his sleep but doesn’t wake.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I take a moment to admire him. Face relaxed in sleep, dark eyelashes fan against the tan skin of his sexy as sin face. Defined muscles flex as he rolls onto his back, lifting his arm above his head as he rests the other on his six pack.
I tilt my head, narrowing my gaze. Or maybe it’s eight?
Tearing my eyes away from all the sexiness, I grab his discarded T-shirt from the floor and pull it over my head before trekking quietly to the kitchen, lifting the collar to my nose. Damn, I love his scent.
The coffee maker is easy enough to figure out, and soon the rich aroma fills the air. Opening the fridge, I find a covered dish with a note:
Breakfast casserole- 350° for 30 minutes. Enjoy! -Meg
I smile to myself as I turn on the oven and slide the dish in. Meg reminds me a little of my mom—nurturing with a hint of mischief I can’t help but love.
With breakfast in the oven and coffee brewing, I head to the bathroom.
The hot spray feels like heaven. I close my eyes, letting the water flow over my head and down my back, washing away the remnants left behind from last night. I’m so lost in the sensation that I don’t hear the bathroom door open, nearly jumping out of my skin when strong arms wrap around my waist from behind.
“Morning, beautiful,” Jax murmurs, his voice rough with sleep as he presses his lips to my shoulder.
“Jesus, you scared me,” I laugh, turning in his arms to look up at him.
Hair mussed, his eyes are still heavy with sleep but darkening quickly as they roam over my naked body. “I woke up and you were gone. Got lonely.”
“I put breakfast in the oven,” I tell him, tilting my head with a sigh to give him better access as he starts kissing my neck. “It’ll be ready in about twenty minutes.”
“Mmmm. So we’ve got plenty of time,” he growls, sliding his hands down to grip my ass.
His mouth finds mine in a kiss so hungry it steals my breath. Despite how thoroughly he wrecked me last night, my body responds instantly. Heat pools between my legs as his hard length presses against my stomach, heightening my senses as the warm water cascades over us, slicking our skin.
“Face the wall,” he commands, voice husky with need as he grips my waist, spinning me around.
When I brace my hands against the shower wall, his hands slide from my waist up to my breasts, cupping them as he presses his cock against the cleft of my ass.
“Spread your legs,” he murmurs against my ear, and I comply, widening my stance.
“You’re so bossy,” I pant, barely able to contain my excitement.
He grins against my neck. “Hmmm, you have no idea.”
Trailing one hand down my stomach to the apex of my thighs, he slides his fingers through my folds.
“Fuck, so wet for me already,” he groans, circling my clit with his thumb.
I push back, rubbing against him, wordlessly begging for more.
His fingers continue to tease, working me into a frenzy until my legs are trembling. When he finally positions the head ofhis cock at my entrance and pushes inside, I nearly collapse from the sensation.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, dropping my forehead against the cool tile as he fills me up.
Water runs in rivulets down my back as he starts to move, each stroke hitting that perfect spot deep inside. Hands grip my hips, fingers digging in as he builds a steady rhythm.
“So tight.” His words come out as a guttural growl. “So fucking perfect.”
Body on fire, I meet him thrust for thrust. One hand slides around to find my clit again, circling it with just enough pressure to make my legs shake even harder.
“Jax,” I gasp. “So close.”
