Second Chance Scandal

“You mean this?”

I kissed her lips, loving the feel of them against mine after all these months.

“You feel so damn fucking good in my arms, Soph.” Rubbing my nose against hers, I baited, “Is this what you want? Me laying on top of you?”

“Yeah.”

“And then what? What does Baby Soph want from me?”

“Jax…”

“If you say my name like that again, I’m going to have a hard time not making you scream it.”

She smiled. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

Caging her in with my arms, I hovered above her petite frame. Our legs were entwined, rubbing together, and I couldn’t resist when I was this close to her. I started kissing along her jawline and neck, deliberately making my way down her chest.

Her breathing escalated as she grinded against me, creating friction on my dick.

She moaned, and I painfully groaned, “Fuck me, Soph. I have to stop.”

My intention was to lay with her and catch up, but the desire I had for her made my balls ache and my cock throb. I needed to slow down. She always felt amazing and smelled so fucking good. Up until this moment, I held onto my restraint, though it was becoming apparent that I wanted her in more ways than just hearing about her day.

There was this buildup I’d never experienced before. This anticipation deep in my bones.

Our flirty banter.

Her smile.

Her laugh.

How easy it was to fall back into this place where the lines were blurred and the future unknown. She wanted more. However, Sophie wasn’t just a girl you fucked—she was one you made love to, and that concept was beyond foreign to me.

I didn’t even know what the fuck it meant. I didn’t believe in love. All I knew was that I’d never taken a girl’s virginity before. I didn’t want the emotions and bullshit that were attached to it.

Yet with Sophie, I couldn’t imagine not taking it.

Claiming it.

Making her mine.

It fucked with my head. More than I could have ever imagined. She was more than I could have ever imagined. I always proved to have more pride than sense, and I wanted what I wanted, when I wanted it.

Bottom line.

I wanted to take her virginity.

Love.

Friendship.

Women were nothing but disposable to me at any given time. I was used to the emotional detachment.

The sex.

The fucking.

The raw, animalistic nature to come.