Page 69 of The Jaded Notes

“You taste so sweet, Livianna.” His hands roam, exploring every surface they glide over.

He takes a moment to feel me, then eases back and stands in front of me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Each flick of his fingers is like a ritual leading up to my undoing.

Once the fabric falls open, revealing a body sculpted by discipline and demand, I can barely breathe. He has a patch of hair on his chest, making him even more of a man…if that could even be possible.

This is the version of him I’ve been waiting to meet. Not the billionaire. Not the mentor. Not the legend or my dad’s friend. Just the most handsome, distinguished man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

He reaches for the strap of the red dress he picked out for me to wear. “Is this what you want?”

The question and the promise of what’s coming slice through the air.

“Yes, Jax. More than you could ever know.” My nipples harden and poke through the material.

His gaze turns lethal. But his hands… God, his big, thick hands are calming and gentle.

“I’ll take my time.” He brushes the strap down my shoulder with a sinful stare that makes my entire body quake. “But understand this, Livianna…”

He leans in, his mouth hovers just above mine. “There is nothing soft about what I feel for you.”

Oh my…

He doesn’t give me time to respond. He kisses me again, the passion in it fiery. It’s not louder, but lower, molten and controlled like a fire designed to burn for hours instead of flashing and fading away.

His hands explore but never rush. He relishes every move he makes. Once my dress is removed, my nerves don’t spike. They disappear, and a breathy moan slips free.

“Jax, I want you.”

“Then you’ll have me. And now you’re mine.” He lays me back on the bed, his tongue trailing lower, tracing the outline of every emotional place I’ve guarded until now.

Something deep inside me dislodges and falls away. I’m not sure exactly what it is, but?—

“Tonight, Livianna, I’m going to discover you and what you like.” His tongue skims the inside of my thigh. “And I won’t stop until I know every inch of you.”

Wetness pools between my legs. My lower abdomen aches with a yearning built up over years of wanting this man. I never thought I’d get this opportunity and, wow, it’s downright more than I imagined it could ever be.

His declaration feels both sacred and forbidden. He sheds the rest of his clothes, then kneels before me, his hooded gaze never leaving mine.

My pulse kicks up as his hands glide over my thighs and up my waist at a steady pace. The heat of his touch is electric, sending pulses through my body I can’t control.

Blood races through my veins. I’m exposed in a way that has me shaking out of both trepidation and exhilaration.

“Jax…” My voice is raspy and full of want.

“Look at me,” he commands, low and firm. The intensity of his stare burns into me. “You’re mine tonight, Livianna. Every breath, every moan, every tremble…they all belong to me.”

A thrill shoots through me. My hands grip the sheets beneath me as he moves closer.

I let out a whimper, my head tilting back. “I want you to touch me, Jax. Make me feel alive.”

A growl escapes him as he continues to touch my body. His hands trace the curves of my breasts, my hips, my thighs. Isquirm and moan beneath his palms, my body responding to him in the most intoxicating way.

He takes his time, savoring every moment, from every brush of his fingertips to every kiss. This man knows how to ignite me in ways I’ve never experienced, and he’s only just begun.

“Do you like what I’m doing to you, Livianna?” He trails his lips down my neck.

His hands cup my breasts, thumbs circling my hardened nipples.

“Yes.” I arch into his touch, a gasp ripping from my lungs.