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Sage
We stood next to Jax' bed, the mood turning as deep as the night sky outside. After my father left, Jax had heated up two frozen meals and we'd feasted like kings, seated on the floor, our backs leaning against the side of the bed, laughing over Jax' imitation of my father.
Dishes cleared with a quick trip to the trash can, we faced each other, uncertain of where to go from here. I knew exactly what I wanted, but wasn't sure he was on the same page. I needed to know what he wanted from me before I leapt into that bed of his. Needed to know if I should guard my heart while I gave him my body, or let my feelings fly free like they wanted to do.
"The wheels in that head of yours are spinning," Jax whispered. He pulled me close, arms around my waist and foreheads almost touching.
My heart pounded, feeling like I was in a free fall with no parachute to catch me. "I'm just wondering what we're doing. I like you, Jax."
"But...?" His hands tightened on my waist.
"But I'm wondering where this can really go, and if you actually want it to go anywhere. Somewhere besides your bed." This felt a thousand times scarier than facing a five foot wave off the pier on a flimsy piece of foam board. I kept my gaze trained on his, hoping to see the truth in his eyes, even if his words were just what he thought I wanted to hear. I was good at reading people and it had never mattered more than now.
He shook his head slowly, each rotation making my heart drop. He didn't want this.
"I don't know where this can go, Sage, but if we end up in my bed tonight you can rest assured I intend this to go much further. We come from completely different worlds and I have no idea if that can work out. But I'd sure as hell like to try."
He pulled me into his chest, done with words, done with reassurances that didn't achieve their aim. I didn't know if we could work either, but my heart was flying out of my chest, wanting to at least try and what my heart wanted, it would get. I was done following my father's path and that included dating the men he set me up with. I was on a new path and Jax was standing front and center on that path, a gleam in his eye that boded well for this decision.
Jax' lips were on mine, hard and hot and demanding all of my attention. Thoughts of decisions went out of my mind as my body realized all the decisions had already been made, probably several days ago when I'd gotten my first glimpse of what lay behind the faded t-shirts and floppy hair.
His hard body pressed into mine, those bulging muscles I'd seen before making my head spin. From afar, his body caught my eye and made my cheeks blush. Pushed up against me, every valley, plane and hard bump known intimately by my own skin? An entirely different experience.
I pulled at his shirt, wanting to see and feel his strength without any barriers, and as flimsy as his work shirt might have been, it was still too much. He took over, whipping the material over his head and tossing it to the floor. My hands landed back on his chest, feeling his heart pounding and his skin warm to the touch. I silently begged for more light in order to see the specimen in front of me. I'd never been with a man like this, one who had a body I actually wanted to see.
"I want you, Jax," I said, the words more breath than formed speech.
Everything became a frenzy of clothes flying, lips smashing in some semblance of a kiss, and a blind desire igniting to touch and taste everything all at once. I let out a sigh of contentment when my naked body finally connected with his, the fine hair on his body a delicious scrape reminding me he was all male. Manscaping hadn't hit this lifeguard and I smiled in anticipation of what was to come.
Hands lifted me by the waist and tossed me back on the bed, the surprise of being airborne swallowed by the heavy body that lay on top of me before I'd finished bouncing. Jax grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms over my head, pinning them to the mattress.
I gasped, surprised by his forcefulness, yet loving every second of it. Sex had always been a short, concise endeavor that left me almost a bit bored. I'd never been tossed or pinned down, or had anything done to my body that made me feel drunk. Sensations hit me wave after wave, each touch of his hand on my breast or tongue flicking my nipple, making me feel like I'd burst.
I tried to lift my hand to grab his hair, or touch his body, to participate in this orgy of sensations, but he lifted his head and stopped me with a glare I couldn't ignore.
"Don't move, Sage," he ordered, his smooth voice holding more rasp than ever before. "If you touch me, this'll be over much sooner than I want."
I nodded my understanding, my breathing uneven because of his command, realizing that this must have been what I'd been missing with those assholes before. I'd been waiting for a real man, one who knew how to touch a woman, please a woman. One who put my pleasure before his.
And pleasure it was. A rough hand sliding down my torso, my back arching up for more. Hot mouth finding curves perfect for his kiss. Fingers sliding into my body, making me gasp and plead for more. His lips found the tattoo on my hip, stopping to give the small dream catcher special attention before moving on.
"You ready?"
My body was slick with sweat, my arms tight from being restrained easily in his one hand. He'd lifted up, his fingers and mouth stilling, leaving me wanting in the worst way. His eyes never left mine as he fumbled in the nightstand drawer, protecting me without hesitation.
"Yes!"
The corner of his mouth lifted, eyes glowing in the dark. "Say please."
I was beyond that point of self-preservation or restraint, that point I'd never even come close to hitting before. I'd left it far behind the moment I'd felt his hands on my body. If he wanted me to beg, I was happy to, too focused on the pleasure at hand to worry about a power struggle.
"Yes, please. Please, Jax, right now."
He slammed into me with no hesitation, aided by how ready I was for him. I yelped, feeling like the top of my head would explode, my body pulsing with feelings I couldn't define. Could one body contain this much sensation, this much pleasure, without a release of some sort?
His hips began to move, his long length retreating and advancing, the power of his thrusts moving the bed across the floor. My legs gripped his body tighter, desperate to hold on, my arms of no use above my head. My breasts, small as they were, bounced with each thrust, raking across his chest hair and driving me crazy. His elbows were on either side of my head, putting him in close contact with every inch of my body.
