Page 39 of Inevitable Love
Heartless.
Like this means nothing to him, and I’m just a fuck he has to get through. Except I’m the fool who’s willingly handed him a piece of my heart, and he doesn’t even know it.
I shift my leg off his shoulder, slide it down his torso, and plant my foot on the bed, then put my hands on his hips before he can drive into me again. “Stop,” I gasp.
He falls still, chest heaving, but he sinks into me before asking, “What’s wrong now?”
Wrong thing to say.
I try to wrestle myself free as heat pricks my eyes, pushing against him wherever I can find purchase. This means nothing to him.Imean nothing to him. Why is my heart so tender where this man is concerned?
He grasps my flailing hands and pulls them up over my head. The action lends me more of his weight, and I choke back a sob and turn my face away, squeezing my eyes shut on the humiliation that’s barreling down on me.
Braced on his elbow, holding both of my hands in one of his, he cups my jaw with his other, turning me to face him.
“Mags, baby. What’s wrong?”
It’s the tenderness in his voice that breaks my heart into a million tiny pieces.
“Did I hurt you?”
He shifts to pull out, but reflexes have me clenching my leg around his hip, and he stills.
“You didn’t hurt me,” I lie.
Warm lips fall on my cheek, my hairline, and I realize he’s tracing the trail the rogue tears made as they leaked out.
The fingers cupping my jaw flex. He wants my attention, but I can’t face him right now. Not like this. Not when I’m sure he’ll see too much of what I can’t even admit to myself.
His lips trace back to my mouth. With a finger, he pulls on my lower lip, forcing mine to open. And then he’s licking inside my mouth. Alternating between long, drugging swipes with his tongue and soft presses to the corners of my mouth.
“Wherever you went in your head, come back to me now, gorgeous.”
My eyes pop open, and I wish I could drown in the blue pools of his. He drops his forehead to mine, skimming his nose over mine as he presses a kiss to my lips.
Sliding both arms around me, he holds me closer. My arms fall to his shoulders as my breath hitches for an entirely different reason. Maybe I was wrong.
I sink my fingers into his hair, and he holds my eyes captive as he begins rolling his hips. Mine arch to meet him. A small smile tugs the corner of his mouth as his gaze roams my face. He grinds into me, never breaking the eye contact, and finally, the emotional connection between us takes over. This time without the authority and single-minded drive.
This is my Jax, the man who buys my snacks without me asking. The man who takes me to beautiful places, who encourages me when he knows I’m struggling. Who spends his off day helping me paint my bakery, even though he doesn’t understand why I’m doing it. The man who is funny and a little wild to the outside world but isn’t afraid to be tender with me when I need it most. The friend who’s stolen my heart.
Hesitantly, I lean up to kiss him and am rewarded withhim cupping the back of my head to hold me in place when I’d pull away.
My breath becomes a hot pant against his cheek as I realize his tongue thrusting against mine matches the way he is thrusting into me. He’s making love to me with his whole body.
That thought has me shattering around him.
Chapter Fourteen
Jackson
Dear god. The sounds this woman makes when she comes. I might live to be a hundred and never hear such beautiful music again. I bury my face in Maggie’s neck and finally let go of my own release.
I wish I could’ve been man enough to give her two orgasms, but the sight of her mouth on me nearly drove me insane.
I unwind from her and brace on my elbows as I try to catch my breath. She’s looking at me with some unreadable expression.
“What just happened?” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.
