Page 48 of Jax

“…Jackson?” I whispered, looking at him. He didn’t stir.

I became all too aware of the growing weight of my own racing heartbeat and knew that if I was a rabbit with ears, they’d be folded back down against my head in a tense fear as I stared into the eyes of what I could only describe as a wolf. But a rabbit, I wasn’t. And without having a better sense of self-survival, an insane curiosity drew me into his darkness. When the thought crossed my mind, not a second more went by before the name passed my lips.

Because this man was not my Jackson. He was someone else entirely.

“Jax?” I breathed.

He snapped.

My neck was yanked back, my hair nearly torn from its scalp and my breath torn from my lips until, for just a second, my jugular was exposed, my mind frozen and my body at his mercy.

“Ja—”

His hard kiss crashed against my mouth and nothing could have prepared me for his intensity. My teeth and jaw ached at the painful pressure he pushed against me with. He shoved my mouth apart with his tongue, lashing down into the back of my throat.

The small space between us disappeared and no thoughts were left to roam, as Jax’s free hand came down underneath my ass and lifted me up into his arms. I didn’t even consider the risk of the stairs below us as he planted me against his sturdy steel body and marched us up toward the second floor.

“Jax, wait!” I gasped.

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

The wall slammed against my spine and the clattering sound of photo frames falling off the wall shattered against the floor. Jax ground his wet denim crotch against the unprotected cotton of my pants. He untangled his other hand from my hair, pinning me beneath him with just his lips as his teeth bit at the edge of my mouth. Not a gentle nip. Hard enough to draw blood.

“Jax!” I breathed, pulling at the edge of his collar. “Wait.”

“Don’t tell me to wait, Ronnie,” Jax growled, his head pulling back just enough for his eyes to look into mine. It was just a moment, but it felt like forever. The clarity in his eyes, the surety. “I’ve waited too long already. I’m not going to wait any longer.”

He leaned forward, slow and steady until his lips brushed against mine. But he didn’t kiss me. He just… waited. Waited for me.

Having him in my arms, the dream I’d only wished for since I turned sixteen, the love I’d always wanted to fulfil. It was all right here. He wanted me.

But did I want him?

My hands slipped loose from his collar, fingers relaxing their grip but not moving away. My eyes closed, taking a moment just to breath in the damp, wet scent of him, the feeling of his tremoring body, fighting for control as he held me against the wall, waiting for my consent.

The thoughts in the back of my head were loud. Shouting about the look in his eyes, the fact that I knew that Jax in his right mind. It was like he was under a spell. Driven only by compulsion and lust. He was at my mercy, for once in our shared lifetimes, it was him begging for attention and not me. Jackson was admitting he wanted me, instead of dismissing me like the child I had once been all those years ago. It was at long last, my turn to tell him no. But did I want to?

Jax ground his hard length against my crotch once more, a hot moan rising from the depths of my stomach.

Fuck having the power. Fuck the revenge. Fuck everything. But most of all….

Fuck him.

“Kiss me.”

He didn’t hesitate.

His lips locked against mine, and that was all it took.

My fingers dragged against the skin of his back, the soggy cotton stopping my worn nails from making their way through.

I yanked with a frightening need at the neck of his shirt, pulling hard and then harder as the heavy thing refused to move. With monstrous strength I pulled, and the huge thing came up, Jax allowing just a second between us to help me strip him of his shirt. It slapped against the railing, an echoing thud following us as it slipped and hit the floor below.

Jax pushed back from the wall, hands firmly under my ass, pajamas burning the wet prints of his hands into my skin. His grip was fierce, fingers digging into my skin, drawing gasps of delirious pain and pleasure from my chest. His muscles rubbed against my breasts, and my wriggling to relieve the pressure teased my nipples more.

His rumbling growl shot through the air and in what felt like no time at all, I was thrown, my stomach lunging upward. My body bounced on the old springs, then a hard, steel chest slammed me down into the cushioned material.

“Jax,” I gasped as his head struck my neck, mouth clutching to my jugular, tongue pressing on the bone, my breath ragged. My hands were pushing against his vice-like arms as I felt myself trying to wriggle my body up, but instead, pushing my waist right into his crotch. The moisture made me gasp, no longer sure who or what was making us so wet. Excitement like a swirling pit in my stomach had my middle aching and trying to escape at the same time.

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