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“Well, the necklace is yours.”
Hesitantly, I fasten the necklace. “Oh, wow! I feel better already! This is amazing!”
“Snarky!”
“Thank you, Jax.” I lean forward and kiss him. “I love that you shared this with me.”
I unbutton the rest of his shirt and drag my fingernails along his skin, across his tattooed abs. The blue star tattoos are half-covered by his jeans, and I slide my fingers inside the waistband. Jax sucks in air with a hiss as I roll my hips against him. He's not the only one who’s turned on with just a touch or kiss.
I meet Jax’s eyes in challenge, and pull my t-shirt over my head. Jax raises a brow and holds the curve of my waist, pulling me down to him; our skin on skin the most natural feeling in the world. Sliding a hand up my back to my hair, Jax pulls my head down and kisses me again, harder; but I pull away and sit back up. As I unclasp my bra and throw it next to my t-shirt, he watches with a proprietary look in his darkened eyes.
“Are you seducing me, Tegan Hughes?”
“You never need any persuasion, Jaxon Lewis.”
Grinning, he smooths his hands upwards, rough fingertips against my skin; but before he reaches my breasts, I seize his arms, pinning them back on the bed as I lean in to kiss him.
“I caught myself a rock star,” I whisper and nip his ear.
His hot breath strokes my cheek and he doesn't struggle against my hands. I know full well he could tip me over and hold me down while he did delicious things to me, but I think Jax knows who he's dealing with.
This has to be equal, and that means he needs to know I won't be constrained — by him or his life.
26
BRUSSELS,BELGIUM
TEGAN
The banging in my dreams grows louder and I groan. I'm spooned with Jax in the bed, his arms curled tightly around my naked body.
“Bloody hell!” I mutter and pull a pillow over my head.
The sound muffles beneath the thick material, but Jax pulls the pillow away and covers my face in kisses. “Somebody wants you, they've been knocking for five minutes.”
“What time is it?” I squint at him and he leans over to reach his phone next to the bedside table. Unable to resist, I place my lips on his back, on the winged heart tattoo similar to his band logo.
“Eleven.”
“Wow.” I sit and pull the sheet above my naked breasts. “Late.”
“Late night.” Jax's eyes shine as he loosens the sheet from my hands. “Or early morning, however you want to look at it.” He runs a finger around my nipples until they peak before replacing his finger with his lips. I'm about to lie back down and enjoy whatever he has planned when the door bangs again.
“I have to answer that,” I tell him and reluctantly wriggle away.
I grab my thin silk robe and tie it around myself as I leave Jax and walk to the door. Tiptoeing, I look through the peephole.
Big brother. Great.
I glance back at the bedroom, relieved I have a suite with a separate bedroom. “Hang on!” I yell, tighten my belt, and answer the door.
“Why the fuck aren't you answering your phone?” Bryn snarls and pushes past me.
“Good morning. Aren't you just a big bundle of happiness today?” I reply, closing the door and turning.
“Have you seen what's out there about you?” he demands. “Missed the latest threats? I can't contact you and I'm fucking worried!”
I touch his bare arm. “Bryn, I'm fine. I have my phone off because I'm sick of seeing the crap too. I've been in here all night and I'm fine.”
