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“Will you? I doubt that.” I brush my mouth against his and he pushes me against the wall again.
“Up to you.”
I catch Jax’s hand as it sneaks around to my ass. “Jax! I said not here.”
“Come with me or I’m going to keep kissing you here, and I don’t give a crap who sees.” Jax’s hands slide up my sides, and he grips my waist.
“Okay.”
This could be a big mistake.
Clothes cover Jax’s room, the bed unmade. I didn’t count on him only having a room, imagining he had a suite like me. A bed. A chair. A desk. Not much else. I hover in the doorway. Climbing onto the large bed with Jax would definitely not be good for my self-control.
Jax sits on the edge of the bed and leans back, arms behind him as he looks at me from beneath his fringe. “Come here and kiss me.”
“No,” I reply and cross my arms. “You come here. I’m not climbing onto that bed with you.”
The heavy tension hovers in the room between us, drawing us together. Even if I wanted to, I doubt I’d walk away now.
“I respect what you said about sex, Tegan, but I have more imagination than that. Let me show you what I mean.” My stomach tightens at his suggestion and ideas flood into my mind. “Come here and kiss me or I’m going to come over there and get you.”
I purse my lips. “Yeah?”
He doesn’t take his eyes off mine. “Yeah.”
“Who put you in charge?”
Jax sucks in a breath and leisurely sweeps a gaze along the length of my body. “You want to be in charge? Go ahead.”
This is the only way. If I yield to him, even for one second, all my good intentions will leave. Without replying, I cross to the bed, place a hand on Jax’s chest, and push him backwards onto the mattress. A smile creeps across his face as I straddle his lap. Placing one hand either side of Jax’s head, I look down, meeting his eyes in challenge.
Jax seizes my head and presses his mouth hard against mine; I fall down onto him until our chests meet. He shifts beneath me, arousal evident as he grips my hips and pushes against me. When he slides a hand along my legs to my ass, I’m relieved I wore skinny jeans tonight. A barrier between us isn’t stopping my dampening arousal, but this keeps away the fingers I don’t want touching me. Wrong. I ache for him to touch me, but I can’t. Not yet.
The lust-fuelled kiss earlier is chaste in comparison to this; Jax sweeps his tongue against mine, and I surrender my control. When Jax switches his attention to my neck, his short, hot breaths spike my own arousal. He dips his tongue into the hollow of my neck and I shift until closer, allowing his mouth to reach the skin at the neck of my t-shirt.
The action brings my breasts closer to his face and he buries his nose into my skin, digging his fingers further into my ass.
“Fuck!” Jax flips me over on the bed, roughly pushing up my top and placing his lips on my belly. My body fires with sudden heat, the intensity surprising me, as he trails soft kisses toward my breasts.
Before I can catch up to what’s happening, my bra’s unclasped and pushed upwards, Jax’s hands and mouth on my breasts. He swirls a tongue around the swell before taking my nipple into his mouth. His other hand dips under my ass as he presses himself into me.
My mind protests, but my body yields, the way I promised I wouldn’t. The confidence in his actions, the surety I’ll let him do this, arouses me further. I’m used to guys being cautious, nervous even, but this I like. Too much.
I lift my arms and allow him to pull my t-shirt off. How many other girls wearing their Ruby Riot shirt tonight would like to be in my position? He sits back and drags his shirt over his head too and I finally have a close-up look at the taut muscle I saw glistening after his performance the other night.
When he moves forward for a kiss, I giggle and grab his arms. Catching him off-guard, I twist around until Jax falls beneath me again. I’m under no illusion; I know he let me because the strength in the firm biceps I’m holding is obvious.
Nudging apart his legs with my knee, I rest on him and meet his eyes in challenge again. Jax looks back, eyes darkened with desire. My nipples brush against his naked chest and he runs tickling fingers along my spine.
“You’re trouble,” he says hoarsely.
“Absolutely.” I smooth a hand along his jeans and lightly run my fingers over where his erection strains against the material.
Jax takes a sharp breath holds my hair from my face. “Don’t do that.”
I still my hand. “Why?”
“Because you fucking turn me on, Tegan, and I’m trying to control myself.”
