Page 72 of The Jaded Notes

“Amazing isn’t enough.” His hips press against mine. “Tell me how it’s different for you.”

“I’ve never felt this good before.” The words tumble out as the pleasure builds.

“That’s right.” His lips brush against my ear. “Because you’re mine, Livianna. Only mine.”

I cling to him as he takes me higher and higher. The intensity of it is almost too much, but I don’t want it to end.

“Oh… Jax.” I groan. The pressure builds inside me again.

“You feel so good…so wet. You’ve got me in such an unbelievable grip I’m barely hanging on.” His mouth crashes into mine.

He drives into me harder, faster. When he finally pulls away, I’m left breathless, my chest rising and falling. He gazes down at me, and his eyes darken with desire. There’s a hunger in them. It’s the same craving as my own.

The way he grinds and moves his hips in rhythm with me creates a friction that feels devastatingly perfect. We somehow fit together. But it’s the way we stare into each other’s eyes that pulls the pin on the grenade.

I’m about to be blown into shards of something I’m not prepared to survive. It’s emotional and scares me to my core, but the truth is, I want to be his.

The pleasure is overwhelming. I’m teetering on the edge once more. And with a final, powerful thrust, he pushes me over. I cry out, my body convulsing as my orgasm crashes over me.

He follows, his own release ripping through him as he buries himself deep inside me. We hold each other, our bodies shaking as we ride out the waves of ecstasy together.

When it’s over, he collapses beside me and pulls me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest. The steady beat of his heart grounds me as I try to catch my breath.

He strokes my hair with a gentle, soothing touch. There’s a sense of peace I haven’t felt in years.

“Jax…” I whisper, my voice almost timid.

“Yes, Livianna?” He peers down at me, his gaze full of warmth.

“Thank you. I know this isn’t your normal way of doing things, but it was exactly what I needed.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Livianna.” He smiles, a rare, genuine grin that makes my heart skip a beat. “This is just the beginning of something powerful.”

“It is?”

“Yes. If you think I could walk away from you after that, then you didn’t experience what I just did.”

“Oh, trust me, I did.”

We snuggle closer, and a sense of contentment covers me. For the first time in a long time, I’m safe in the arms of a man.

It’s like I know deep down, Jaxon Crowne truly only has eyes for me. And that’s nothing I’ve felt for ages.

It’s not a scene I scripted or someone hanging on out of habit. It’s because of the intensity of his stare and the weight of his words…they mean something.

And I know, without a doubt, that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be even if it shatters me into a million pieces at the end of it all.

My purse vibrates and falls to the floor, jolting me out of sleep.

I’m still in Jaxon’s arms, tangled in sheets with the sheer curtains fluttering from the breeze of the morning air. Birds chirp outside. I shift, trying to adjust my eyes to the sunbeams streaming in.

He tickles my stomach with his soft touch. “It’s gone off a few times. Someone really wants to talk to you.”

“Shit. I know who it is.” I grab a blanket off the bottom of the bed and wrap myself in it. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to answer that call.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself.” He rolls onto his back and props his head up by clasping his hands underneath his neck.

His gaze follows me as I grab my purse, pull out my phone, and sit on the edge of the bed. I pull up Bren’s number after I count three missed calls.