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He chuckles. "I won't subject you to another of those. No." He takes my hand and sits me down on the edge of the bed. "Next Friday at eight o'clock you need to be at that address." I'm so focused on his words that I don't protest when he starts to undo my dress.
"Why?" I moan as I feel his hand brush against the thin lace of my bra. "Is it another apartment?"
His finger plunges beneath the lace pulling on my erect nipple. He buries his face into my neck. "No, you don't need that. You're going to move back in here."
"I am?" I ask faintly. Of course I am. I want to.
"When you're ready this is your home. This is your bed." He pushes me gently onto my back and the invitation flutters out of my hand and onto the floor.
I catch his lips with mine and pull him into a deep kiss. I need this. I want him like this. I have to have him one last time before I arm him with what he needs to ruin Mark. "Please, Jax," I purr into his mouth.
He tears at my dress, pulling my body from it. I'm tangled within the sheets, trying to undress him. He stands and quickly unburdens himself of his clothing. I stare at his body. His beautiful, magnificent body. It's the body that taught me what pleasure really is. It's the only body that I can imagine having within mine.
He reaches behind me to unhook my bra. I watch as he carefully traces my right nipple with his tongue. Pulling it into his mouth for light kisses followed by bursts of pain when he clamps his teeth around it. His hand moves between my thighs, dipping below the lace. He traces his finger along the wetness, tempting me, taunting me.
"I want you," I beg. My body is trembling. The ache to be one with him is almost immeasurable.
"Not now. Not yet," he murmurs against the tender flesh of my nipple before pulling his finger from my folds.
I hold my breath as he reaches behind me to unhook my bra allowing both my breasts to spill out. He traces his tongue from one nipple to the other. Biting, licking, kissing. I reach down to touch myself. I want to come. I need to.
He shakes his head to warn me off. His hand clasps mine pulling it to his cock. I eagerly take it. I love how it feels. I can't close my hand around it but I stroke it. I want him to feel as much pleasure as he gives me. He lets out a guttural moan.
I feel as though I'm floating as he pulls the panties from me just as his lips find me. He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth. He nips it, sucks it. He's tempting me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"Please," I almost sob.
He inhales sharply the moment he slides himself into me. "Fuck." The word rolls slowly off his tongue and onto his lips, spilling into my mouth with his breath.
I grab his hips, pulling desperately. I need him. I can't let him go. "So good," I whisper into him.
He moves faster, thrusting harder, pushing with everything he has. My head thuds into the mattress, my whole body moving with each measured plunge he makes. He speeds the rhythm and I reflect it in my own movements. I push harder, pull more.
"Look at me." I scream.
His eyes pop open and he stares into mine as he fucks me. "Ivy." The word leaves his body as a moan.
"Now." I command. I can't hold it any longer. I have to come. I stare into his eyes. I see deep into his soul.
"Christ." He grunts as he falls over the edge with me. His body trembles. I hold fast, wanting him to pump everything he is into my body.
"I love you." His breath caresses my cheek. "I love you, Ivy."
Chapter 15
"I meant it when I said you should live here." He's clad only in boxers now as he sits on the bed. He lays a plate of fruit and cheese on the sheet and hands me a bottle of sparkling water.
"I'd like to," I reply. It's one of the things I think endlessly about I want to say but I temper my reaction. I still need to confess to Jax that Mark had committed fraud.
"Drink." He tilts the bottle towards my lips. "I want you to finish that and all this."
I laugh at the prospect. "We just had pizza, Jax." I take a small sip of the cold water. "I'm not hungry."
He cocks a brow as if he's questioning my response. "I am." He pops a red grape into his mouth followed by a slice of white cheese.
"Can we talk about something?" I reach to place the bottle of water on the nightstand. I'm feeling so anxious. I don't want him to notice that my hands are now trembling. I'm grateful that he gave me a t-shirt to wear. I know that the conversation we're about to have is going to make me feel emotionally exposed. The shirt helps me to feel some comfort and protection in a sense.
"Anything." He munches on a crisp piece of apple.
