I felt as though if we closed the door, I’d never want to leave. I’d never want to be found.
Jax had a king-size bed, and I instantly sucked in a breath at the thoughts of him. There. With me. For hours.
Running my hand down his dresser, I savored the cool, smooth wood beneath my fingertips, reminding me of him. His skin, so fluid but so hard under my fingers, and I closed my eyes as the desire swamped me.
My chest rose and fell hard, and I reached up, running a hand over one of my breasts. My core started pulsating, and I touched the hard flesh of my nipple.
Jax.
Warmth hit my back, and I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off.
“Don’t open your eyes.”
I could hear the smile in his voice.
He was behind me, his breath warm on my neck. His musk scent made me want to bury my nose in his skin and crush my chest to his. I kept my hand on my breast, but my head started floating away from me.
“I’d rather be touching you.” I smiled, keeping my eyes closed.
“You still like me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good,” he replied calmly. “I like you, too.”
“I know.”
I felt his laugh on my shoulder and leaned my head back against him as I reached behind me and took his hands, placing them on my breasts.
He instantly cupped them and started moving them in circles.
“You’re so incredible,” he said, nipping at my earlobe. “I look at you, and I can’t think about anything else beyond having you.”
And he took a hand off my breast and grabbed hold between my legs.
“Oh, my God,” I groaned, excited at the possessive feel of his hand there. Touching me. Taking it. “Jax,” I gasped.
“Fucking mine,” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes.” I licked my dry lips, panting.
His hand got more demanding, urging my whole body backward flush with his as he rubbed me hard and kneaded my breast.
“I have lots of fantasies about you, Juliet.”
I heard the edge to his voice. The one that told me he was trying not to lose control.
“Lots of different ways I want to see your body move,” he said. “And I want to do lots of it tonight.”
It sounded like a warning. A warning I was definitely going to ignore.
I opened my eyes, seeing his head bowed down next to mine, staring at me with that fucking intensity as if I were his favorite toy.
His hands moved behind me, and the next thing I knew he’d unfastened his belt and yanked it free of the loops of his pants, startling me as it whipped through the air.
I laughed nervously.
“You okay?” he taunted, still holding the belt at his side.
I nodded, speaking softly. “That, um … it makes me …”
“What?”
I shifted my eyes, searching for the word. “A little excited?” I confessed.
His amused eyes narrowed. “She likes belts,” he said to himself. “Duly noted.”
My faced warmed, embarrassed, but I arched an eyebrow.
“We’re going to need water,” I advised. “I have my own fantasies, too, so hydrate.”
Pulling out of his grasp, I took him by the hand and led him to the bed. Sitting on the end with my feet on the floor, I put my hands on his hips, holding him in place in front of me and dropping my head back slowly to look up at him.
“Jax?” I whispered, smiling a small, playful smile. “I want to show you how good I can move.” I nipped soft and slow at the button of his pants. “I want you in my mouth.” I licked my lips, looking up at him and rubbing my cheek against his pants. “I want to taste you.” And I slipped my tongue out, licking his pants with the tip, watching his eyes flare and turn intense. “I want you down my throat.” I bared my teeth, nipping at the bulge in his pants. “I want you everywhere.”
He clasped my pigtails at the back of my head, and I continued to rub him with my face and lips, feeling him grow thick and hard through his pants.
I loved watching him watch me. His abs flexing, his thick biceps tightening, his nipple rings gleaming at me, and even though I wanted that body all over me, I loved this view. I could appreciate his beauty, touch him where I wanted, make him feel good …
And that was what I wanted. I wanted to know that I made him feel good.
Moving slowly, I unfastened his pants and slid my fingers under the waistband, gently pulling down his clothes.
I could feel my eyes widen, seeing his erection spring free, standing hard, full, and ready for me.
I knew it was long. I’d felt him through his pants before. But the thickness kind of shocked me.
He wasn’t my first—even though I wished he had been—but I couldn’t say it was fair to compare him to Liam, either. Jax felt so much better. They were on different planets.
He started running his fingers back and forth in my hair, and I looked up at him and wetted my lips.
“I want it.” I darted out my tongue and licked his tip. Again and again, so slow, enjoying the hot taste of him.
His head dropped back. “Oh, fuck, Juliet,” he murmured, gripping my pigtails tighter. “More.”
I took him in my hand, running my palm up and down his shaft as I sucked his tip into my mouth, getting him wet.
And then I dived down, taking him to the back of my throat and holding his hips.
I held him there, trying to ease down and take it all. I wanted him to love this, and I wanted to give it to him. It was almost funny. I never liked doing this for Liam, because it had felt like an obligation. I wanted to keep him, so when my heart wasn’t in it, he could tell.