I move my finger over his mouth, silencing him. “Don’t make promises for your past self.”
As we look at each other, I feel the urgent need to kiss him again. Just like we have kissed before, but still in a new way that heals broken parts of our souls. I need to take that pain away, even for one moment.
“Jax, I really want to kiss you.”
“What are you waiting for?”
“For you to give me the green light.”
He closes his eyes and moves his head toward me as an answer. The moment our lips touch again, everything changes. With his full lips and the things he just said, Jax removes all my hurtful and hateful comments. Everything I knew before this moment just disappears from my mind. I can only think of his lips on mine and how I want to taste more of him.
I open my lips to let him in more. He gets the hint and moves his tongue deeper after licking my lower lip. The whole thing heats my body and core. I grind myself against him and Jax groans before pulling his lips away from mine. “If you keep doing that, you should be ready not to finish anytime soon.”
“What if I don’t want to finish what we started yet?”
“That’s the answer I was looking for,” Jax says and presses his lips against mine, pinning my hips to the wall with his and I can feel how hard he is for me.
After what feels like hours, I pull away breathlessly, our eyes meeting as I speak. “I think we should go to the backroom and continue there. Anyone could walk past the front window and see us.”
“Oh, yeah, continue what?” Jax questions, cockiness evident in his tone.
“I mean, I haven’t had sex at work before. That would be cool to cross off my bucket list.”
He snorts, “You have a bucket list for sex?”
“No, but I thought it sounded fun.”
“Bummer. That would have been too good.”
“Yeah?”
“I could have helped you with items on that list. But I guess I need to use my imagination.”
His arm firmly around my waist, Jax leads me to his workspace. The room seems smaller than before, with all the tension filling the space. The walls are covered in what I have learned is his art, and the tattoo chair sits in the middle.
Jax sees me looking around, and chuckles softly. “It isn’t your first time here.”
“I know, but it feels like it.”
“What if you take off your dress, and after that, you don’t have time to focus on things around us.”
I release his hand and walk to the chair and unzip my dress from the side. It falls to the ground, giving Jax an eyeful of my ass in a bright red thong that matches my bra. Behind me, Jax muttersfuck meunder his breath, and I smirk, loving his reaction.
When I start to take off my thong, he stops me by spinning me around to face him. “Let me take care of those.”
I sit down in his tattoo chair, spreading my legs as his eyes darken. Jax traces his pointer finger on my lower stomach. He plays with my belly button ring, and I groan as his hand moves lower. Goosebumps follow his touch, and I can’t keep still, my hips squirming and hands reaching for him.
He moves away and growls, “Behave, or I’ll stop.”
Something about the way he says it makes my insides clench. I try to stay still as his fingers reach where I ache the most. He traces his finger over my underwear, teasing me with every single movement.
“Fuck, Jax, please. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Look at you, darling, soaked for me.”
I nod, not trusting my voice. I’m so turned on that I don’t feel Jax’s hands till he’s ripping my thong off. I let out a surprised moan and clench my thighs together as I can feel the burning on my skin. But I love the feeling.
Jax pockets my destroyed thong and spreads my legs, his gaze hungry as he stares at me bared. “Fuck, Soph, you’ve got such a perfect pussy. Just like I remembered.”
