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Livie’s tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip and he couldn’t help but track the seductive movement.
“I don’t know how to play this game,” she admitted. “We both want different things and I’m used to getting what I want.”
Her floral scent hit him in just the right, or wrong, way. Arousal churned deep in his gut and he hated that he had this strong of a pull toward someone so hell-bent on stealing his life.
“Ironically, I’m used to getting what I want, too.”
That was all the warning he gave her before he crushed his lips to hers. He was done listening to her talk, he was finished with this conversation that was obviously going nowhere. He’d wanted to kiss her for years and now that she was right in his face, why the hell not?
When she opened to him and leaned into his body, that was all the green light he needed to wrap his arms around her and thrust his hands into all that silky hair. She clutched his shoulders, her fingers bruising him, but he didn’t care. There was a fine line between hate and desire. He’d obliterated that invisible barrier the second he touched her . . . maybe before. Maybe when he’d shown up at her house with this insane plan to take her up in the plane.
But he’d wanted her to get that smack in the face from her past and see exactly what she was doing.
Instead, his control had snapped and now he had his arms full of Livie. Jax slid one hand down to the small of her back and leaned over her. That grip she had on him tightened even more as she was only being held upright by him. Again, he wanted her to know exactly who was in control here.
When she moaned and arched against him, Jax wondered exactly who held the reins because he was drowning in this woman and that was a damn problem. This was the first kiss they’d shared . . . but he knew it wouldn’t be the last.
Livie tore away from the kiss and stumbled back, leaving him cold and aching for more. One shaky hand went to her lips—his ego liked to believe he’d made her shaky and just as needy.
“Why did you do that?” she whispered.
“I wanted to.”
Her eyes were a darker shade now—from arousal?
No matter, he’d never seen a sexier sight than Livie with her hair in disarray from his hands, her lips swollen from his touch, and her body trembling. Yeah, there would definitely be a next time.
“You can’t—we . . .”
She shook her head and spun around. Jax waited while she gathered herself. Another boost to his ego. She smoothed her hair with her fingers, straightened her tank, and squared her shoulders before turning around. Sure, she could try to get back to that stuffy Livie, but her moist lips puffy from his assault couldn’t be so easily tamed.
“We just did,” he countered with a grin he couldn’t suppress. “And I plan on doing it again.”
One perfectly arched brow lifted. “Is that a threat?”
“More like a promise.”
Livie marched past him. “Take me home.”
Jax turned, reached out, and snaked an arm around her waist, hauling her back against his chest. He must have been a masochist because he should have just let her walk away—but he could still feel her lips, her body, against his.
“Are you offended because I kissed you or because you liked it?” he whispered in her ear.
Her body stiffened against his, but he didn’t turn her loose. “I didn’t like it.”
Jax laughed, brushed her hair off her neck, and replied, “I bet I’ll have bruises on my shoulders that say otherwise.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
He released her long enough to spin her around. “I don’t need to flatter myself. Not when you were arching that sweet body against mine and moaning. I bet those uptight city boys don’t even know how to treat someone like you. I bet they take you to a fancy restaurant, bring you flowers when they pick you up, and give you a polite kiss good night.”
She blinked and tilted her chin in defiance and he knew he’d hit the proverbial nail on the head.
“No wonder you responded so passionately.”
Livie narrowed her gaze. “You’re not my type.”
“I’m not asking for you to walk dow
