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Granted, my carnal knowledge of men’s bodies was … limited.
But for him to be hard that quickly was impressive. Thesize of him against my thigh had me shivering again. Why couldn’t he have just been average? It was some cosmic joke that Jax would be well above average, and now I knew it.
Watch … he’d know what to do with that thing too. If he could get me off with just that and no other help, I’d probably end up crying sad, sad tears at the end of this because no man would compare, and I’d be so much worse off for knowing it.
My head tilted back as I pulled in a sharp gasp. Should’ve added this to the cons list.
Jax Cartwright is too good at sex, and I’m ruined forever.
The hand fisted in the back of my shirt unclenched, sliding up underneath the cotton and curling dangerously around my hip, fingers denting my flesh while I struggled to keep my head clear.
This was getting out of hand. I needed to wake him up or back away to a safe distance.
Slowly, I pressed my hands against the warm, solid wall of his chest and tried to push back. Jax let out a discontented, growling noise that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. I froze, waiting to see what he’d do next.
“Stay,” he whispered, rough and deep and tortured.
I let out a shaky breath, short puffs against his skin. “Jax,” I said quietly.
“Why do you smell so good?” He turned, shifting even more closely to me, arms tightening, hands pressing harder into my hips, his nose dipping to the skin beneath my ear. “So fucking good. I wish to God you didn’t.”
The hands on his chest meant to be pressing him away softened, and I dragged the tips of my fingernails along his skin. The muscles around me tensed, and he groaned, the edge of his teeth scraping the line of my jaw.
“Holy shit,” I breathed out. His tongue slipped to the shell of my ear, and when he sucked it into his mouth, I whimpered, rocking my hips along the muscles in his thigh.
“That’s it,” he ground out, his hands turning demandingon my skin as he mapped the line of my back, the curves of my thighs and backside with the rough skin of his palms and fingers. The edge of his fingers toyed with the elastic of my underwear, dipping beneath the light pink cotton, and I shivered.
“Jax,” I said again, louder this time. “I need to know you’re awake.”
Instead of answering right away, he placed a hot, sucking kiss on my neck, dragging his lips to my cheek, then the edge of my mouth. I was panting embarrassingly loud, but God, if he stopped now, I’d curl up in a ball andweep.
The temptation to turn my mouth toward his and take a kiss was screaming loud, an instinct that had my pulse racing, but I barely, barely kept it in check.
“You think I’m sleeping right now, Poppy?” He hissed when his impossibly hard length, barely contained behind the tight fabric of his boxer briefs, dragged over my thigh. “You crawl into my bed smelling like a fucking dream and feeling like sin, and you think I wouldn’t know it’s you?”
We hadn’t even kissed yet—wouldn’t kiss, based on what he told me—and I was ready to vanish my clothes with a snap of my fingers. I wanted them gone, wanted him over me, in me, and God, how I wanted this night to be as good as I always imagined it could be.
My chin tipped back helplessly at his voice in my ear. Everything went fuzzy in my brain, wiping out any reservation, any worry that this might not have been a good idea. All doubts and fears were swept away in an instant because nothing mattered in the entire world except this. Him and me in a dark room while a storm howled outside.
Electricity gathered between my legs as I pressed down on his hard body, and with his hands guiding the slow back-and-forth motion of my hips, he ghosted his lips over the line of my jaw.
“I might burn in hell for this, angel, but tonight, you’re mine.”
I continued rocking against his body, getting closer, closer, closer. That was when he wrenched the edge of my panties to the side and slid two big fingers between my legs. The shocked gasp at the sudden intrusion had him groaning into my skin. His tongue was hot and wet against my jaw, and the soft scrape of his teeth against my neck had me panting. Then he curled his fingers, and I let out a decadent, loud moan as a burst of heat skittered over my skin.
Good.
So,sogood.
He pressed his palm against me, the perfect pressure as he rocked his hand between my legs, and I kept chasing, chasing, chasing what was just out of reach.
“Feel like heaven,” he said against my skin, then pulled his face back to watch me. “Don’t fucking deserve this, do I?”
“Harder,” I begged.
I could feel his gaze searing into mine in the dark room, and oh, how he gave me what I wanted with a deceptively simple twist of his wrist and a press of his palm.
Just before my back arched, before the crest of sensation cracked over my skin, Jax sucked on the side of my neck, his hot tongue laving over the skin.
