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And it was in that almost, not-quite-a-kiss, through the skillful way his mouth and hands worked my body, that the sharp, keening sound of my first orgasm escaped.

Deep from his chest, he grunted in satisfaction, never breaking his lips and teeth from my neck as my heart rocketed in my chest and my pulse shot to the sky with wave after wave of bliss.

He’d bruise my skin. He was holding my hips so hard as he rocked me through it. I wanted them. If this was my one night with Jax Cartwright, I wanted proof on my skin that it happened. His tongue swept over my jaw, his teeth scrapingthe skin there, and as my arms snaked around his neck, our bodies were so tightly wound together that there wasn’t even a paper-thin amount of space anywhere between us.

My hands wedged between us, scrambled to tug off my shirt, and he cursed as his own hands tore at his boxer briefs, immediately ducking down to run the flat of his tongue over my breasts when I threw my shirt onto the floor. He sucked hard, and I whimpered, his hands pulling at my underwear until I could shove them down my legs.

Frantic, greedy movements felt so very, very right. Because we both damn well knew that this was a stolen moment in the dark, something we hadn’t earned and nothing we could repeat.

It was only happening because inhibitions were lowered, and we’d both had enough of dancing around it for so long. I’d had enough.

An ache built in my chest when he dragged his nose over the hard edge of one nipple. It was so gentle, so opposite of what we’d done so far.

“So sweet,” he whispered.

He did it again, blowing a soft line of air over my impossibly tight skin, then dragging his nose across my sternum to give the same treatment to the other breast. Jax raised his palm, dragging it in ghost-like circles, whispering over the hard tip until my hips arched, and I sobbed his name for more.

“God, you’re pretty, angel,” he said, kissing the bottom curve of my breast, sucking on it in the next breath. “Could taste these all night.”

I couldn’t handle gentle from him. I couldn’t handle sweet and slow because then all the reasons this might hurt me would come rushing back to the surface. So I gritted my teeth and wrapped my hand around him, his hefty, hot weight in my palm slightly intimidating.

Before I said something stupid like,Are we sure this is going tofit?I decided to turn the table, dropping sucking kisses along his neck as my hand worked up and down. He folded a big hand around mine.

“Like this,” he whispered. He squeezed harder than I ever would’ve dared, and his answering moan had my toes curling.

He bit out a curse, sucking at my chest, his hands going hard and demanding again once they were back on my body. His teeth scraped my breast, and I cried out, Jax rolling us so he was wedged between my legs, his hands gripping my wrists to anchor them to the bed.

I tightened my thighs around him as he rolled his hips, teasing me until I shook.

“Oh fuck you,” I groaned.

He chuckled, dark and dangerous, and I felt it like a shock of lightning under my skin. Jax ducked down and spoke against my lips. “I will, pretty girl. You knew what you were doing climbing in here with me, didn’t you?”

I nodded frantically, gasping when he ducked his head down again and licked at my chest like an ice cream cone melting all over his hand. He sucked one tip into his mouth, and I cried out.

“Please, I want you. Please.”

Jax froze, his forehead resting on my sternum while he bit out a curse.

“What?” I asked, frantically wiggling my hips. Just … a couple of inches lower, and we could be having so much more fun.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I don’t have any fucking condoms. It’s been … months.”

My eyelids fluttered shut when the tip of him dragged between my legs. “Jax,” I pleaded. “Oh, I’ll die if you keep doing that.”

“Are you on birth control?” he asked, then tugged on my nipple with his teeth.

“Y-yes. For years.”

He wrenched my thigh tight against his side, his eyes burning into mine. “Dammit, I’ve never done this without one. Poppy,” he warned, “tell me this is okay.”

“Please, please, please,” I begged, digging my fingers into his heavily muscled back. “Jax,please. I need you.”

The veins in his neck stood out while he clenched his teeth, fisting himself as he pressed his hardness into me. The groan he let out as he slid forward had my toes curling and the breath locking in my lungs.

Forward, forward, an endless, slow thrust until he bottomed out completely.

My chin tipped up, teeth gritting as I fought not to work myself against him. The delicious, perfect fullness was almost too much.

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