Page 13 of Intrigued By Love

I pressed my face against his chest. I was actually doing this. I was going to sleep with Jax, consequences be damned.

Jax entered my bedroom and laid me on my giant bed, staring down at me. “Of course you’d have a bed as big as the width of the room.”

I liked my space and loved the ability to roll around without worrying about falling off the other end.

“I’m still the girl I was in Vegas.”

A shadow entered his eyes. “If that were true, you wouldn’t be holding back. The woman I knew would have punched me in the face instead of running away.”

I covered his lips. “Not now, Jax. I need to feel you. I’ve missed you.”

As if my words eased the turmoil in him, he came over me, caging my body with his. He watched me as I worked the buttons of his shirt open and pushed it from his shoulders. He shrugged out of the cotton, throwing it on the floor, and returned with an arm on either side of my head.

I traced the ink on his chest and shoulders as I’d wanted to for two years. The patterns were a hodgepodge of sketches and symbols. Gliding my fingers down his chest, I found an area on his heart that had been bare the last time I saw him shirtless.

My throat burned as I read the words.

Aloha Aku No, Aloha Mai No

I’d translated those words’ meaning “I give my love to you, you give your love to me” to him countless times while we were together.

“Jax.” I couldn’t hide the emotion in my voice.

He cupped my face. “Not now. Later.”

He took my mouth, wiping out any and every thought but the way it felt to be in his arms. We kissed and explored, knowing exactly what the other enjoyed, exactly what the other needed.

When neither of us could wait any longer, Jax stepped from the bed to finish undressing and then climbed between my spread legs. His cock was thick, long, and hard, making my mouth water. He fisted it, pumping up and down, before sliding a condom on and positioning the head of his cock at the lips of my pussy.

He held my gaze and waited. For what, I hadn’t a clue.

“Jax, now.”

“Tell me, Kai. How many men am I going to have to erase from your memory?”

I reached up, gripping his forearms. “You’re asking me this now?”

“Yes. I want to know. I need to know.”

There was a vulnerability on his face I hadn’t expected, and I found myself answering, “None. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

“Thank God.” He plunged deep, causing both of us to groan in unison.

I arched up, meeting each thrust, clawing at his shoulders.

“What about you?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the response, but I needed to know. “How many of the women on your arm have you fucked like this?”

He stopped moving, gripped my jaw. “The last woman I fucked, as you put it, was you.”

Relief washed over me, and I grasped the back of his head, pulling his lips to mine.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to be this intense.

He pushed in and out of me, working his thick, hard cock through my folds.

“Oh fuck. Harder, Jax. Oh God. Please, Jax. Harder.”

My orgasm was close. I could feel it. I needed it.

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