I let out a humorless laugh. “Like you care.”
“Darling, you have no idea what I'm feeling.”
His comment is confusing the hell out of me. The only way I know how to answer him is to say something snarky. “I'm not your darling. You don't have the right to that.”
“You could be if you asked nicely.”
After his comment, I don’t think. It’s like his proximity is frying my brain, and I can’t seem to think clearly. Instead, I do what my heart wants and close the gap between our bodies. Jax’s pupils get more prominent as I put my hand on his chest before I press my lips against his. Time freezes as we stand there without moving.
Fuck, did I read the situation wrong?
Before I have time to pull away, he finally moves his lips, kissing me back. Tilting his head, Jax deepens the kiss and brings our bodies closer. I grab his t-shirt as he strokes his pierced tongue across my lips, and I open them for him. It’s like we have done this many times, even if it’s the first time. The steel on his tongue adds to the experience.
I can feel him everywhere as our tongues explore. His half-mast erection gets harder with every second that passes, and it turns me on more. Jax grinds himself against me, and I moan like I haven’t had pleasure in ages. I can’t get enough of him. Enough of the taste of mint on his tongue. Enough of this feeling that only he manages to wake up in me.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I moan between the kisses.
He laughs against my lips. “Then stop, Kennedy.”
“I can’t. I want your body too much to stop, Jax.”
He stops and hums happily. “You just called meJax.”
“Sorry,Jackass. Better?”
“Let’s not forget that you want me.”
“Oh, stop it. You know you’re hot. No need to stroke your ego anymore.”
“I would rather get something else stroked. I bet you feel it too.”
Damn it. I do, and I want more of whatever this is. “What if we get out of here?”
“Sounds great. My place is only fifteen minutes away.”
Before I can regret my decision, I stop the nearby taxi and turn to him. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”
14
JAX
Currently playing: Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard
The cab feels too small, having her sitting next to me in such a confined space. Her smell lures me in, so I move so that our thighs touch slightly. She inhales deeply before turning those stunning brown eyes my way.
“Tell me I’m not imagining this,” I whisper.
“Imagining what?”
Her question makes me smirk, one corner of my lips turning up. “I know you aren’t stupid; you know exactly what I mean.”
She nods and avoids looking into my eyes, glancing out the window. The passing streets are blurry, and street lamps bring glimpses of light to the cab.
I take hold of her face and make sure we have eye contact. “Sophia, it’s your last chance to tell me no before I kiss you again.”
“I need to think about it,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I let out a chuckle and run my finger across her lips. “I know that once I get to taste these again, I’m not stopping unless you tell me to stop.”
