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“Fuck! You’re so damn sexy when you tell me what you want. And you are also fucking insatiable,” he groans as his fingers gently rub my clit.
He maintains a slow steady rhythm that makes every part of my body tingle with electricity. I rock my hips against his hand, desperate for more friction but he refuses me. And I remember that I’m supposed to ask.
“Jax,” I groan as my body pulses with need.
“Hmm?”
“I need more.”
“More?” he whispers against my neck.
“I want your fingers inside me,” I hiss as even saying the words makes the wet heat flood my pussy.
He slides his fingers lower before pushing two of them deep inside me and making me gasp out loud. How can he make me feel so good with only two fingers? “Like that, baby?” he breathes in my ear as he drives them in and out of me.
“Yes. Exactly like that.”
I close my eyes and concentrate on the pleasure flooding my senses. His hard body pressed against mine. The warmth of his breath on my neck. His forearm flexing against my stomach as he works my pussy like no one ever has before.
“Your tight little cunt is so greedy for me, Luce,” he growls as he edges deeper and presses against a spot that I’ve only ever reached with a vibrator before. “The next time you touch yourself, will you pretend that it’s me inside you?”
I groan loudly. I always thought about him anyway, and now how the hell will I ever have sex again and not think about this night. When he presses against my clit with the pad of his thumb I lose all sense of time, space and reason.
“God, Jax!” I scream as my orgasm crashes over me.
“Fuck, Luce,” he groans. “The way you squeeze me like that when you come makes me so fucking hard.” Then his fingers are gone and I lie trembling and panting for breath while he gets a condom from the nightstand. As soon as he’s put it on, he rolls on top of me, spreading my thighs wider apart with his knees.
“Now it’s my turn to tell you what I want,” he growls as he drives his cock into me, pinning me flat to the mattress. “I want to make you come again on my cock, Angel. I want to fuck you so hard that you’ll remember what I feel like inside you forever. Whenever you’re fucked again you’ll think of me and the way I claimed you and know that no one will ever make you come as hard as I’m about to, and I want my name on your lips when you do.”
I look up at him as a rush of wet heat surges between my thighs.
How am I supposed to give this up now that I’ve had a taste of him? How can I sit back and watch him date his endless stream of women when I know that this is what they get when he brings them home for the night? Is it so selfish to want it all for myself. To want him for myself?
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. If this is all I get then I need to make the most of it, don’t I?
CHAPTER 13
JAX
I pour a coffee and look out of the window at the ocean view but it’s a poor substitute for what I’d see if I went back to bed. Leaving Lucia alone to wake up in a strange bed is a shitty thing to do, but it’s kinder than what would have happened if I’d stayed there with her. I close my eyes and my cock twitches as I remember waking with her perfect round ass nestled against me. How easy it would have been to slide myself inside her hot, wet pussy.
“Fuck!” I mumble. I should go back in there right now and do exactly that, but that would be unfair to her. And that would turn one night into this morning too, and maybe the afternoon, and that cannot happen.
Because one night can be explained away, can’t it? Forgiven even? A mistake. A momentary lapse in judgement. Even if I did spend almost the entirety of said night buried inside her. Even if I said far too much about claiming her and wanting her to feel me inside her forever. That was an asshole move, even if it is true, because being with her felt right and made sense in a way that nothing ever has before her, and nothing might again.
The sound of soft footsteps padding over the wooden floor breaks my train of thought and I turn around to see her walking into the room. That mini dress looks even better on her this morning, with her freshly fucked hair and her beautiful face devoid of any make up. She looks innocent and sinful in equal measure and it turns the twitch in my cock into a throb.
She looks down at the floor, the wildcat in her completely subdued as she heads into the kitchen.
“You want some coffee?” I offer.
“Please,” she whispers, still refusing to make eye contact with me and I recognize that look on her face. She is full of regret and guilt. That’s good though, right? It’s what I feel too. I should let her feel that, because then she would realize that this thing between us can never happen again.
I walk toward her and she looks up at me, her huge brown eyes wide and full of something so much more—anxiety and shame and something else I can’t put my finger on. She is questioning her own worth when she should be questioning mine. I am the only one at fault here.
And that’s when I realize I can’t do this to her. Before she met Alana and Alejandro, she had a horrible childhood full of abuse and neglect. Everyone who was ever supposed to protect her let her down and I know how the scars of our past can leave a mark. As much as she is fearless and independent and tough, she is also vulnerable and full of self doubt.
I reach out and run my hand over her arm. Her skin is soft and warm and the memory of trailing my lips and tongue over every part of her burns a fresh imprint into my brain.
