Page 76 of Wasted Lust

“Will you love me?” I ask, another sob escaping. I have never asked anyone this question before and it makes me feel so naked.

“I already do,” he replies back. “I already do.”

“Show me, Jax. Show me how you’ll love me.”

His grin makes me laugh through my tears. He moves off of me and lies flat on his back beside me. He takes my hands down from above my head and pulls me on top of him. And then he holds my face and kisses me deep. Our tongues twist together, picking up the dance we started yesterday.

I break away first and inch myself down his body, kissing and nipping him the way he did me a few minutes ago. He places his hand on my head, urging me to keep going. So I find the edge of his boxers and pull them down. His cock is hard and ready. His breathing picks up and becomes louder. And when I touch the tip of my tongue to the top of his head, he fists my hair and pushes me down. I open my mouth and take him in, sucking, then withdrawing so I can lick the side of his shaft. He throbs with anticipation. I place his cock back on my tongue and close my lips tightly, making him moan.

I give in to him. I give myself to him.

He reaches down and grabs one of my hands and brings it to his mouth. I look up at him as he kisses my knuckles. And this is when I realize I’ve never been with a man like this. I’ve never let anyone see inside me before. The sex I had was mechanical. A release and nothing more.

But making love with Jax is like a celebration.

I suck him harder, massaging him as I move my face closer and closer with each dip. His cock penetrates my mouth like his words penetrated my soul earlier. We float there together in some ethereal ecstasy. I lose time with him. I lose track of everything as I make him moan. He begins to thrust his hips up to meet my face. I know he’s close, so I take him as deep as I can.

He comes down my throat and instead of being disgusted, I swallow all of him. He’s warm, and safe, and mine.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Come here, Sasha.” He pulls me up by my hand, so I crawl up his body. He tugs on my underwear until he gets them to my knees and I have to maneuver to get them off my legs.

“Get on top,” he says, anxious to keep going.

“No,” I say, lying down beside him. “You get on top. I want to feel your body covering mine. I want to feel every inch of your skin in contact with me.”

His smile is like sunshine as he slowly moves to grant my wish. He reaches down and lifts my thigh, hiking it to the side, up next to my stomach. And then he eases himself between my legs, his cock already hard again, gently rubbing against my entrance. He cups my face, and my lips part as his thumb gently caresses my lips. He enters me both ways, making me arch my back against his hips as he fills me up.

We find the light in the darkness that way. We see each other for what we really are.

Not secret-keepers. Not hunters. Not parts of a whole.

But just us.

And for the first time in my whole life, I feel… real.

“Yeah?” I mumble into the phone. This middle-of-the-night shit is getting old.

“Jax.” Max’s voice on the other end of the line is hesitant and subdued.

I sit up in bed, the warmth of Sasha’s body retreating as I snap to attention. “What happened?”

“It’s Madeline. I’m… sorry.” He stops to draw in a breath. “Nick Tate blew the whole compound up last night. She’s dead. All her servants are dead. And there was a meeting last night, Jax. Very important people were there. They’re all dead too.”

“What? How? I mean, how the fuck did he know where to find her?”

“We’re still trying to piece that together, but we’re pretty sure it was Sasha. You were there the night before last?”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t her.”

“I need you here heading this investigation. Now. Madrid is going to take Sasha in, so get her ready.”

A hand traces down my back and makes me jump. I look down and Sasha is staring up at me. “I’ll call you back,” I say.

“You have dragons on your back,” Sasha says.

I sigh at the memory. “I do.”

“What’s it mean?”