Tears welled and I swallowed them back, choking out my words. “You’re such an asshole.”
“And you’re fucking gutless!” he taunted, his lips an inch from my face as he bore down on me.
I snapped my head up. “Stop saying that!” I raged.
“What?” He held a hand behind his ear, mocking me. “What was that? I can’t hear you, Gutless. No one hears you.”
My fingers fisted. “Fuck you!” I thundered, darting into his space.
“Get naked, and I will.”
“Ugh!” I slammed him in the chest, baring my teeth. “You’re a damn child. Grow up!”
And I gasped as he rushed me and snatched up my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth.
Holy shit. Fuck. Did he just bite me?
But I didn’t have time to process any of it. He grabbed my ass, still holding my lip between his teeth, and hauled me up, slamming me back against the car door.
“This kid grew up,” he threatened in a deep voice, grinding his hard-on between my legs. “And you’re gonna fuckin’ find out.”
Oh. My. God.
He covered my mouth with his and moved slowly, like the tides of an ocean, in and out, in and out, drawing my bottom lip between his teeth and dragging it out like a threat. I think my stomach growled, and all of a sudden I wanted to eat him.
“Jax.” I clutched his T-shirt in my fists, tensing as the tornado in my chest swooped down into my belly and then down between my thighs.
And just at that moment, he squeezed the back of my neck and pushed his tongue into my mouth.
I whimpered at the warm slickness of his tongue and moaned into his mouth.
“Oh, God,” I gasped, dropping my head back and breathing hard as his mouth continued down my neck. I couldn’t take his lips. It felt too good. Either that or I was too worked up. I clenched my thighs and groaned, the pulse between my legs pounding wildly.
“Jax, I’m … I … ,” I stammered. “Shit.” I couldn’t help it. I grabbed his hard waist and rolled my hips into his, showing him how much I desired him as he licked and kissed my neck.
“Jesus.” His breath tickled my ear. “You’re ready to come already, aren’t you?”
“But I still hate you,” I insisted. “And in a minute, you’re going to get your fucking hands off me.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my body to his, I sank my lips into his, which continued to move over mine as if they belonged to him.
And then I kissed his bottom lip, licked his top lip, kissed the corners of his mouth, and clutched the back of his damn neck as I stood on my tiptoes to meet him.
There was no escaping. Jax didn’t give me time to think or to stop. Pulling up my skirt, he grabbed the backs of my thighs and hauled me off the ground. I didn’t need instructions. I circled his waist, instantly feeling the thick ridge of his hard-on teasing me.
My eyes were closed, but I was sure I looked as if I was in pain.
“Jax, damn,” I groaned. “What are you doing?”
It was like a goddamn roller-coaster ride of sensation every place his lips touched. How can anyone feel butterflies on her neck? In her mouth? On her cheeks?
His hands groped my ass, bringing me in rough and hard against him, grinding for more, and I even loved how the fabric of his shorts dug into my inner thighs. Jesus, I was so hungry. Sucking his tongue as hard as I could, I let go and snatched his bottom lip between my teeth, biting down.
“Shit.” He pulled back, dropping me to my feet and bringing his fingers to his lip where I bit.
I dug my nails into my bare legs, the agony of his loss scaring me. I hadn’t meant to bite him that hard. But I played it off.
“I told you you were going to take your fucking hands off me,” I taunted him.
He pulled his fingers away from his mouth to inspect them, and I think he saw blood, because he yanked me by the arm, pulling me away from the car door.
“No, I’m not,” he challenged. “Biting? You just kicked me into sixth gear. Get in the fucking car,” he growled, swinging it open and pushing me toward it.
I clenched my teeth to keep the smile at bay. Climbing in, I scurried over the console, out of Jax’s way, when I saw that he was following me in the same side.
I swallowed the dryness from my mouth, and I waited, feeling a need I’d never felt. Not even with Liam.
He slammed the door and looked over at me as if he wanted to beat me up or something.
But he didn’t.
Grabbing me under the arms, he hauled me over onto his lap so that I straddled him. Taking my hand, he lowered it to his groin and panted into my lips. “Bite me, hit me, scream at me. I don’t care. I want to feel it. Fucking hurt me, K.C. Let me see you.”
And then he grabbed the back of my neck and brought my lips to his, immediately pushing his sweet tongue into my mouth and running his hands up my thighs under my skirt.
“Jax,” I panted, moving back and forth, in and out, meeting his lips and pushing back. “I love how you feel.”
I wanted this. I always wanted this. He was a carnival ride under my fucking skin, and there wasn’t one inch of him I didn’t want to taste.
Holding one side of his smooth face, I let my mind and my body slip into his warmth, and I forgot everything.
Just kiss him. That was all I heard—all my brain told me—as if it were just him and me in the world.
He held my ass in both of his hands, and I pulled my mouth away and looked down at him.