Page 17 of Unwrapping Spring Break

I duck my chin in a mockingly demure manner while I undo button after button. The dress opens, revealing my black lace bra, and his eyes drift from my face to my collarbone. My lips curl into a smirk as I realize the tactic worked.

He’s mine now.

His gaze falls further and further as more and more of my body is revealed, until I can shrug my shoulders so the dress slips off and settles on the floor around my feet.

Jax’s chest rises and falls with each step he takes toward me. I grin at him, holding up my hand. “Ah, ah.” I wiggle a finger at him. “Your turn.”

He grumbles, and the primal look is back. He grabs his shirt, then pulls until the buttons fly off in every direction. In the same motion, he flings the rest of the shirt somewhere behind him. But then he does me one better. He removes his pants and boxers, leaving me to admire his whole form.

Jax is magnificent. Like nothing I’ve ever seen. It sounds cliché even in my own head but damn. The rest of his body is just as chiseled as his chest and abs. Every muscle moves beneath his skin like something sentient just beneath the surface of a body of water. He isn’t too ripped, nor is he just muscular enough that his body is soft. What I’m looking at, at least to me, is perfection.

A hungry smile forms on my face as I move toward him. This time, he stops me so he can remove my panties and bra. Then, he surprises me again by lifting me into his arms.

I laugh a little as I wrap my legs around his waist, but it’s cut short when I feel his length, skin to skin, not through four layers of fabric. Like the rest of his body, his shaft is tight and well-defined. I’m already aroused from the kissing and his touching in the car, then with the performance of removing our clothes, but the feel of him against me pushes me into something much more desirable. Something more urgent and craveable. My back arches reflexively, pressing my groin against him more. The movement elicits a growl from him as he takes me to the bed.

His lips are on mine as soon as my back hits the mattress. This kiss is more exploratory—our tongues caressing each other in a sensual tease, happy to draw out this moment as if we wished it’d never end. His hand smooths down my side to my hip, pausing for a split second before his fingers curl under my thigh, encouraging me to bend my knee. It allows him to grind against me, his soft skin gliding against my slick entrance.

I want him. All of him.Now.

Exploration of what we can do for each other can wait for another time. Jax seems intent on following my lead as his kisses move to my neck.

I fumble to open the drawer in the nightstand, finally seeking what I need. A box of condoms I bought at the small store in the hotel lobby after I checked into my new room last night. I tap the box against Jax’s head, then giggle when a look of pure confusion flashes across his face. His eyes search my face for answers, and I only produce the response when his eyes meet mine. I wiggle the box where he can see it.

“. . . for fuck’s sake,” he grumbles, but he takes the box.

I laugh because his complaint isn’t about interrupting the moment but more about getting the condom out one-handed. Still, he expertly performs the whole “tear it open with his teeth” maneuver that all guys learn at some point. He lifts from me to take care of things, and soon enough, he returns to kiss me.

It happens suddenly and all at once. Jax’s tongue enters my mouth as his cock enters my pussy. The double connection forces all coherent thoughts from my mind. I allow myself to get lost in the sensation and the sound of us together. The feel of him against me and inside of me. The sound of his breathing as he sets the pace.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “You’re so tight.”

I trail my hands to his back, feeling it move beneath my palms. His muscles flex as he thrusts into me. Jax is gentle but not too delicate. Each time he pushes a little further, a little harder. A moan falls from my lips, and I lift my knees to his waist, encouraging him, drawing him deeper inside me. “More, Jax.”

He growls, unleashing something in me. I instinctually respond to his reactions, giving him more of what causes them.

“Please,” I moan. “Don’t stop.” My world transforms into a kaleidoscope of desire, need, and pleasure. His head dips and his teeth graze my nipple. “Oh, fuck.”

“What are you doing to me?” He brings his head up to meet my gaze, and the desire pooling in his eyes sends my body into overdrive.

“Driving you insane,” I retort.

The biggest smile I’ve ever seen creeps across his face.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” His thrusts don’t slow as he drills into me like I’m the only one who can save him. “You’ll never be able to fuck anyone else. You’re mine, Lily.”

His. “Yours,” I pant. I feel it with every fiber of my being.

Our lips meet, and we feed off each other until we’re soaring so high the delight crashes down on us. It gives voice to our ecstasy, then leaves us craving more and gasping for breath.

He comes with my name on his lips, and I’m sure he’s ruined me for any other man. He slides out of me and takes the condom off, tying the end, and then tosses it into the trash can.

“Jax,” I breathe. “That was . . . ” He flips me over onto my stomach before I can finish speaking.

“Hands and knees. Now,” he commands.

I scramble to my hands and knees, then look at him over my shoulder. Jax sheaths his still hard cock with another condom and pushes into me. His torso covers my back, and he growls into my ear. “I’m not done with you yet.” He threads his fingers through my hair, tilts my neck to the side, and bites down.

A whimper escapes me but quickly turns into a moan. He feels so good in this position. My orgasm is building, and just when I’m about to go over the line, he pulls my hair and forces my body upward. I steady my hands on the headboard when his other hand reaches around and pinches my nipple. “Lily,” he growls.

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