I laugh. “If you have to make an effort to be worse, then you’re proving my point.”
“I tried to warn you.”
“Well, you buying me nightlights doesn’t scream wanting to avoid me anymore, now does it?”
His eyes flash with something unreadable. “I didn’t want to wake up to your screaming again.”
“Right.” I roll my eyes. Before I have a chance to consider the consequences, I stand on the tips of my toes, leaving behind the faintest kiss on his lips. “Choose to be better.”
I step back, but Jax tugs me into him. His fingers run through my hair and hold my head in place as he kisses me.
Screw that. Kissing is too simple to describe what he does. Jax devours me, licking and nipping at my lips before his tongue owns me. The trophies rattle above our heads as he pushes me against the wall.
He presses his body into mine. The contact has my head spinning from lust. His tongue fights mine as his hand moves from my head to my thigh, lifting my dress up. I’m committed to making one of the most reckless decisions of my life, but I can’t stop it.
No. More like I don’t want to stop it. Not with my heart pounding in my chest and my clit throbbing to the point of aching. I want Jax, and I can’t help denying myself this small reprieve. He makes my body buzz like never before.
“Shit. I want to kiss you everywhere and check if you taste as good as I think.” He runs his tongue down the column of my neck.
It’s a thrill, kissing him, touching him. Like a shot of adrenaline coursing through me.
My body trembles as his hand traces the inside of my thigh. “This is so wrong.”
“But it feels so damn right.” He shuts me up as his lips return to mine. His fingers tug at my underwear, pulling my thong down.
His fingers run against my slit, eliciting a gasp from me. The palm of his hand pushes against my most sensitive place. The pressure inside of my body builds as he teases me, pushing his thumb against my clit. Jax captures my moan as he pumps one finger into me.
I shouldn’t like his touch as much as I do. If I had any common sense, I’d push him away and end this thing growing between us. Instead, I give in to our attraction, not willing to end it.
How can I when he makes my body feverish from want?
He pumps his finger into me before adding another, filling me up and teasing me. “Look at the way your cheeks flush from my fingers alone. I wonder how red you’ll look with my cock rammed to the hilt inside of you.”
His other hand pulls down the strap of my dress and the cup of my bra in one go, revealing my breast to him. The cold air hits my skin before Jax’s mouth wraps around my nipple.
I groan as his fingers increase their tempo. My head rolls back as his teeth brush against me. I shouldn’t like the bite of pain. Any sane person shouldn’t. But I can’t deny the deranged push inside of me that wants to take anything Jax has to offer.
“Come for me. I know you want to. And fuck, I’ve been delirious wondering how you look as you fall apart for me.”
My legs shake to the point of giving out, but Jax holds me up. With a few more pumps and his fingers brushing against my most sensitive spot, I give in to pleasure, letting it invade my mind and body.
Jax stares at me with heat in his gaze. Once my breathing slows, he pulls his fingers out of me and traces my slit once more, showing me how desperate I am for him. He doesn’t bother going to the bathroom to clean his hands.
No. He continues the show, licking his two tattooed fingers clean. I nearly collapse at the sight of him.
“Jax, have you seen Elena? She told me she needed to ask you something quick, but she never showed up again.” His mom’s voice crackles.
Oh, shit! My body stands straight as fear chases away my lust-induced high. Jax smiles at me and winks, before walking to a wall speaker.
Oh my God. My heart rate fails to slow down. I can’t believe I thought Jax’s mom was in the room.
Jax winks at me as he presses a button. “She left a few minutes ago. Said something about grabbing her bag before going out with you.”
Who is this version of him and how do I keep him?
“All right. I’ll buzz her room then.”
I place a hand against my chest, checking on my poor heart. “Oh God. I thought she was here.”