Before her, his world had been dark. Lonely.
Oh he’d convinced himself that he was destined for a life of solitude. No need to muddy everything up with pesky relationships because he didn’t need anyone else.
No family or friends. No one to love.
No chance of getting hurt.
That’s what he’d told himself. First, as a child. During his time in the Navy. And later, even after he and Declan had connected and Jax had assisted him and his friends with the troubles they’d faced.
Nope, Jax Monroe was a one-man show. At least, he used to be.
But that all changed the second he met Poppy-Like-The-Flower. The spunky nurse with her big, gorgeous eyes and a heart of gold had barreled into his life at a time when he needed her most.
Lucky for him, she needed him, too.
Theirs had been a whirlwind romance. One for the ages, he’d dare say. Now here he was, and in the span of a few months, his entire outlook on life had dramatically changed.
Because of her.
Before Poppy, Jax had simply existed. An empty shell just rolling through the motions. But now…for the first time in his life, he actually felt…
Happy.
And it was all thanks to the woman lying blissfully in his arms.
The sound of sheets rustling filled the cabin’s master bedroom as Poppy turned her gloriously naked body to face him. Staring back at him with more love than he ever could’ve imagined, she pushed herself along his bare skin and brought her mouth to his.
“It’s been two months, Jax.” She whispered, kissing him again. “And you didn’t lose me. I’m right here.”
Fuck yeah, she was. Still, he had to be sure…
Sliding his hands lower, Jax filled his palms with her perfect, perky ass. “Are you certain this is what you want?”
Please, God, let this be what she wants.
“This?” The fiery vixen rubbed her lower belly against his half-hard cock.
Jax closed his eyes, moaning from the skin-on-skin friction her enticing move had created. The damn thing should be satisfied after the impromptu nooner they’d just shared.
But something he’d learned after their first time together, right here in this very bed…
It’ll never be enough.
The old Jax would’ve tossed all thoughts of conversation out the damn window for a chance to slide back into her welcoming heat. But this new Jax—the one who was beginning to think a guy like him might just get the same happily ever after his brother and their friends had found—needed to hear her say the words before things between them went any further.
“You know that’s not what I meant.” He kneaded her luscious ass cheeks.
Just because he could.
Brushing the tip of her nose along the trimmed scruff covering his chin, Poppy drove him wild with the trail of hot, wet kisses she left along the side of his neck.
“Kitten…”
“Yes, I’m sure.” She licked her way back up to that sensitive spot just behind his ear. “Are you?”
A gentle suck of his soft lobe between her lips sent Jax into a frenzy of passion and need. With a primal growl, he flipped Poppy onto her back and slid his rock-hard cock inside her in a single thrust.
Poppy gasped from the sudden intrusion. For a second, Jax worried he’d hurt her, but then he saw her smile.