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He rubs his hands up and down my sides as I allow mine to wrap around his neck. His facial hair is scruffy and darker than the blonde that sits messily on his head. His body feels solid and defined underneath me as I feel the pulse of my need against his still-hard cock.
“This is what it feels like…” He takes my hand off his neck and places it against his heart.
I analyze him, watching his slow movements work with his quickened breaths.
“This is what it feels like to need you.” His heart beats in his chest and vibrates through to the palm of my hands.
He wiggles me back a bit and removes his hold on me to use one of his hands threatens to dip below the waistband of the sweatpants I'm wearing, while my palm still rests against his claim of needing me.
No motivation to stop him.
I do find the motivation to lift my hips slightly as he dips his hand further inside.
“This is what it feels like to want you,” he presses his hips upwards, allowing me to feel how hard he is right at the same time as his fingers swipe through what he can reach of my pussy.
“I fucking knew it,” he breathes as he looks into my eyes. But my head dips to see where he’s touching me, my hand still placed on his heart which is now racing in its cage.
“So fucking wet, Hollis.” I feel like my whole body lights with flames.
“Jax, we need to…maybe we should-” I can’t get out any tangible words. I want to say that we should talk first. But this feels better than talking. This feels like something I’ve needed for a while.
“I promise, baby. This won’t change anything. We can talk about whatever you want. But I need to do this for you.” He swirls his fingers between the layer of my thong and the wetness of my pussy as he speaks in low, lusty tones—almost as if he can read my mind.
“For me,” I whimper because my mind is Jell-o, my body is pudding, and I’m a heated wet mess.
“I owe you so fucking much. You called me selfish, remember. I want to show how completely fucking wrong you are about that. Take this from me. It’ll feel so good and more than anything, I’m hoping it’ll earn us some trust.” Jax removes his hand from between us, I whine at the loss, and he lifts me up as he stands.
I pull my legs to wrap around his torso as he grips me by the ass.
Trust.My mind thinks about what he means by that. He wants me to trust him, and he thinks that this will work. I lower my head on his shoulder as I let the feeling of being wanted and needed by him overcome me.
Trust.He might be onto something. I want to trust him. I always did before.
“Where are we going?” I protest as he walks us out of the room and toward the stairs.
“If I’m going to make you come, it’s going to be on my bed and in my sheets, Hollis.” His threat sends chills down my spine as we make it to the top of the stairs.
He kicks the door to his room so that it opens for us. I don’t even care to look around and take in what kind of bedding he might sleep on or furniture he might have opted for.
He throws me down on his bed and pulls his shirt over his head with one hand.Fuck. My cheeks heat, my stomach tightens with need.
He leans down over me, and I prepare for him to just start from where we left off. But instead, his facial expression softens as he crawls over my body. He positions his chest over mine, I know he can feel my pointed nipples through this thin shirt of his. He lowers his lips to mine and presses velvet kisses against them.
“I need you to know how fucking sorry I am for anything and everything I did to cause you pain, Hollis. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make it up to you or fix it, but I promise I will fucking try.” His whisper is genuine, powerful, and intense. His promise seals up some of the broken cracks inside of me.
I feel a tear slide down my cheek, trailing toward my ear and he doesn’t hesitate to swipe at it with his thumb.
“This won’t change anything you don’t want it to. I don’t want you to lose that pain or that anger that you feel for me. I want to work on those things too. But this,” he leans down and kisses my neck, “this is about you and what you deserve. You decide where we go from here.”
I’ve never met a fucking man who says or does the shit Jax is right now. I’ve never felt so completely speechless but utterly in control of something like I do now. My body feels intense and relaxed all at the same time.
He starts with small kisses in the crook of my neck, then lowers himself to my collarbone. I want him on my chest, but I worry he won’t lift my shirt without my permission, so I do a small pullup, enough to lift my back off his bed and pull my shirt over my head and lay back down.
His eyes heat with desire as he skates them over my body. I have a Mandala tattoo between my breasts. But other than that, my skin is bare until my left arm. The ink starts at the top of my shoulder and works its way intricately down to my fingers.
“You’re devastating. You know that? So fucking devastating.” I can’t help but smile, feeling more than enough lying under him as his compliment heats me. His palms are on the bed on both sides of my arms. His knees keep me pinned at my thighs which makes the greedy ache pulsing between them feel really fucking strong.
He leans down and kisses between my breasts, then trails light-weighted kisses up the curve of them and over my pebbled skin until he reaches my nipple and wraps his lips around it.
