Page 94 of Second Chance Mates

Ava’s throat contracts as she swallows, releasing a shuddering breath. “I want you to touch me.”

My eyes flare at her declaration, but I quickly mask it. “Where?”

“Jax,” she whimpers in protest.

“Tell. Me. Where.” I run the tip of my nose along her jaw in a gentle caress.

Her hand begins to trail down her body. “Here,” she says as she rests her fingers between the satin material of her dress, over her crotch.

I hum in understanding, my eyes soaking up the beautiful sight of her.

“I’m not going to touch you,” I rasp, and she frowns. “I want you to show me what you did the other day. I want to see what you like, what makes you comfortable, what turns you on. Will you show me, baby?”

“I–” she pauses.

My lips meet hers once more. “Only if you want to.”

She blinks up at me with those big eyes and fanned lashes. “I want to. I want to show you.”

“Then, get on the bed and show me.”

Ava bites her lip before slipping by me and climbing onto her perfectly made bed. I tell myself to keep composed. This moment isn’t about my desires; it’s about Ava claiming hers.

I watch as she pushes her back into the headboard and spreads her legs. I grab the corner chair and perch it at the foot of the bed. When I take a seat, I lean back and enjoy whatever she’s willing to share with me.

She hikes up the material of her dress and dips her hand between her thighs. I eagerly admire her fingers as they brush her nude underwear. At first, she rolls her index and middle finger over the hood of her clit through the fabric.

A soft noise escapes her parted lips. I flick my gaze to her face to find her eyes focused on mine. My wolf howls so deeply it almost tears me off this chair and into a frenzy of heated lust. But I keep my ass firmly planted and watch.

“How does that feel?” I ask, barely recognising my voice.

She hums with a nod. “Good.”

Then she slips those fingers under her panties, rolling the tips in a circular motion over her clit. Her hips buckle at the new sensation, and she moans towards the ceiling, fighting to keep her eyes open, but the pleasure is taking over.

I lean forward, unable to sit back calmly. My eyes move from her reddening face to her rapidly moving chest and her nimble fingers making quick work on her wet pussy.

My hand runs over my jaw and mouth in pure agony at the devastating sight, especially when she cries out in the most beautiful harmony of comfort and pleasure. I grit my teeth at the way she moves faster until she releases a strangled cry.

“Jaxon, please,” she begs. “I want you to touch me. I can’t–” she cuts herself off with a long exhale. “This isn’t enough. I need more. I need you.”

My hardened eyes watch her as she slumps back, her hand now still. “I don’t want this to be your heat talking. I want to know you want this and not because the heat is encouraging you to. I will never take advantage of you, Ava.”

Those pretty lips tremble, and she shakes her head aggressively. “It’s not the heat,” she pleads. “Okay, maybe a part of it is. But I know this is what I want with you. I know how I felt about you before. You make me feel safe, wanted, and desired. Lucy said heat only intensifies what’s already there. Oh, my God. Please, just touch me. Finish me off.”

My fists ball together. “I don’t want you to regret this.”

“I won’t. I’m ready. Let me be in charge of my pleasure. Please.”

“Ava–”

“I trust you. I want to try. Please.”

“Fuck.” I stand from the chair and crowd over the bed. I have self-control around Ava, but when she says things like that, I only want to please her. “Put your arms above your head.”

She does as I ask within a split second. I grab the hem of her dress and whip it from her body in one swift movement. A flash of apprehension covers her eyes when I focus on her naked torso and strapless bra. I leave a kiss on her lips to remind her she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“If you want me to stop, you tell me right away,” I murmur against her lips. “Do you understand me?”

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