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Our hands and mouths grew even more frantic as they started to roam. I pulled his tongue deep into my eager mouth, trapping it there mercilessly, sucking on it until he let out a deep, sexy grunt. In the meantime, his hands were everywhere at once. They were on the small of my back, the curve of my ass. They slid over my hips and then downward, to the sensitive spot in the soft flesh of my lower abdomen. Right where my cute satin thong rode up to meet my waist.
I jumped when he plucked it like a guitar string.
Jax was kissing me like the toy he’d always wanted — the one he’d waited so very long for, and might not ever be willing to give up. That part frightened me, but in a thrilling way. It only served to make me hotter, as his calloused fingers slid up the sides of my neck to roughly and definitively possess my face.
“You’re such an asshole,” I murmured into his mouth.
“And you’re such a bitch.”
A searing heat flowed through me, compelling me to kiss him even harder. I wasn’t just straddling him now, I was grinding into him. Pressing my chest tightly against his hard, shower-fresh body, as I grabbed his hands and pinned them to either side of the back of the couch.
What are you doing here, Harper?
His words echoed loudly in my horny little mind. Was it really disdain I’d heard in his voice? Had he really been angry I showed up?
No, seriously. What the fuck are you doing?
I realized too late the voice I heard was my own. Because by then I was lifted into the air, and pinned to a giant shoulder by one iron-like arm. I was being carried down the hallway and into the shadows, before being dumped unceremoniously — and gratefully — onto a soft, warm bed.
~ 11 ~
JAX
Kissing her on the couch was one thing. Spreading her out in the bedroom was quite another. And yet here I was, kneeling over her lithe, supine body. My fingers undid the button of her jeans, then battled the zipper. I tugged once, and nothing.
I tugged a second time… and she lifted her hips.
Holy FUCK.
I hated her. I despised her. I couldn’t wait to be rid of her!
Maybe that’s why kissing her had been the hottest thing in the world.
I peeled the denim from the smoothness of her toned legs, and was back to those lips in seconds, before she could change her mind. Before I could change my mind.
What the hell are you thinking?
There was no time to think. No room for rationalization or consequences. There was only the softness of her lips. The movements of her warm, feminine body, writhing beneath me. There was only the roll of her hips, the heat of her thighs…
I sat up again and peeled my shirt off, and everything else just followed. I watched as Harper observed my every move, her eyes now crawling over my body. They lingered on every new inch of exposed skin. They widened ever-so-slightly, as the rock-hardness of my swollen manhood swung free from my boxers.
Then those blue eyes locked on mine, and I saw the fire behind them. I could still sense her general hatred for me. The conflict of what we were about to do, battling the long history of derision and disdain between us.
But there was something else now, too. Something deeper, buried just beneath that facade of utter contempt…
Her eyes were a lot like mine, I realized. The color. The ferocity. The starfire flecks of darker blue, radiating outward against a shimmering, azure sea.
That fire flickered as I rolled her panties down, so tiny they were barely panties at all. I hefted them in the palm of my hand, feeling their dampness, gauging her arousal.
She didn’t even flinch as I tossed them over my shoulder. Never breaking eye contact, I shifted my body weight forward and nudged her thighs apart.
“If you don’t say something,” I warned her ominously. “We’re gonna fuck.”
God, I was throbbing with the need to be inside her! So hard it actually fucking hurt. Nestled snugly between us, my erection jumped and leapt with every heartbeat. And those beats were getting faster and closer together with each passing second.
But she wasn’t looking at my manhood, as impressive as it was. Her gaze was still locked tightly on mine. She still hadn’t said anything.
“I’m serious, Harper.”
