Page 80 of Mile High Heist

I couldn’t. Not with him watching. Not both of them…together.

Just the implication made my brain fizzle and pop. Short-circuited.

The mattress dipped, and Jax rolled forward, groaning slightly. I tried to shove him back, but he didn’t budge.

“Don’t move,” I said. My voice sounded weird, like I’d gulped in too much air. “You’ll ruin all my hard work.”

Sitting up now, Jax bracketed me between his legs. I saw his hand move toward my face. His thumb pressed to my bottom lip.

I looked up, feeling almost shy. Jax tilted his head, considering me. His eyes were hungry, but his grin had a forgiving curve to it.

With a pang, I realized he was giving me an out. Not a dismissal, not a rejection. A choice.

Once we crossed this line, there was no going back.

My heart thumped again, hard enough to make me breathless.

Was I really doing this?

Slowly, deliberately, I reached for his hand, removing his thumb from my lip. Before I could overthink it, I guided that same hand around my head, coaxing his fingers to grip onto my ponytail.

His eyes widened. His fingers tightened automatically, as if proving to himself it was real. I looked down, unable to meet his eyes. Unfortunately, that just meant I was staring at his lap.

He was so hard, I could see his tip poking out from the waistband.

Any and all thoughts vanished from my mind.

“Warmer.” His voice rumbled above me.

My hands shook as they settled back on his thighs. I dragged them up, feeling the coarse hair, the twitching muscle. When my fingers reached the crease of his groin, his cock twitched. A pearly bead spurted softly from his slit.

He was so pent up.

My mouth watered, and I swallowed, ashamed and so, so turned on.

“Warmer.”

My fingers grazed him through the cotton of his briefs. Hot, hard. Impossibly hard.

He was right on the edge.

A powerful feeling welled up inside me. Jax was completely under my control. Every flick, every brush, every touch. It was like caging a wild beast. Even though I was the one on my knees, he was at my mercy.

I reached for his waistband. Carefully, I peeled down his briefs, revealing him inch by inch.

“Ouch,” I murmured.

His cock was throbbing, so hard it looked painful. It pressed against his stomach, leaving a smear of precum across his abs. As I stared at it, his fingers tightened in my hair. Pain shivered across my scalp.

“Hot,” he growled.

That was the word for it.

I licked my lips, leaning down.

Fabric shifted behind me.

I froze, awareness snapping down my spine like a whip crack. Instead of looking back, I craned my head up and searched Jax’s face. He was staring back at me, but there was tension in his brow. His neck was corded with restraint.