She found a condom quickly, ripped it, rolled it on his hot length. It was one of the studded condoms, and the rubber nubs nipped at her fingers. Jax lifted her while she was still fitting it. Pressed two fingers inside her pussy from behind with a growled, “Move your hands. ”
Lexi had barely lifted them to his chest when Jax guided himself halfway into her, pressed his mouth to her neck, and muffled a deep groan of pleasure.
He filled her, stretched her, the extra friction from the condom raking fire along her walls.
“Jax, Jax, Jax—” She was so ready she rose to climax before he’d fully penetrated her. “Oh God—”
Jax’s hand closed over her mouth, and his hips plunged just as the orgasm peaked. Her muscles squeezed. She arched against the cool limestone. Jax thrust, thrust, thrust, never stopping.
When her cries dimmed to moans, he exchanged his hand for his mouth and kissed her as if he were starving. “Lexi…feel so good…missed you…crave you…love you…so much…”
He drove into her, pulling her hips to meet his, fingers digging into her flesh. He felt so good. Filling her. Completing her. Feeding her craving. She hooked an arm around his neck, pressed one hand to the wall, and lifted into each thrust. His pelvis hammered her clit on every drive, his cock so deep she felt the orgasm build until her throat tightened with the thrill of it.
“Oh shit…” was all he got out before he broke, his thrusts coming fast and so hard and wild he pumped another orgasm from her. She completely lost herself in the intensity of sensation for long, long moments. Moments filled with Jax holding her tight, moving inside her, cool air washing her skin.
Perfection. Ecstasy. Bliss.
Jax collapsed, crushing Lexi against the wall. She didn’t care. All she could feel was pleasure spiraling through her body.
She wasn’t sure how he did it, but Jax lowered to his knees while staying inside her. She wanted to loll in the beauty of it, keep her head against his shoulder, kiss his jaw, but Jax was all business.
“Gotta get you cleaned up,” he panted, leaning away and smoothing her hair as if that would help. “God, I shouldn’t have done this. ”
“Jax…”
He pulled out of her, groaned as he removed the condom, then buried it in the nearby planter. Before he’d even zipped his pants, Jax was straightening her clothes.
“Shit. ” He bit out the word, more to himself than to her. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
Panic slid in and burned Lexi’s chest. Her I-love-you confession was probably just sinking in, and he was freaking out.
“Jax, it’s fine—”
“It’s not fine. This is your work. This is your career. I told you days ago I’d never do anything to take it away, and what am I doing? Fucking you in some dark corner with the goddamned world on the other side of this wall. ”
She pulled his face to hers and stopped his mouth with a kiss.
He groaned, then kissed her back, sighing into her mouth. “God, I love you. ”
The words burned across the surface of Lexi’s heart. She pulled back and pressed her hand to his lips. “You don’t have to say that. ”
He shook her off. “I want to say it. I mean it, which is why I shouldn’t be doing this with you. ”
Lexi’s heart felt as if it turned over in her chest.
Jax straightened his own clothes, wrapped his arms around Lexi, and pulled her up against his body hard, as if he were afraid she’d disappear.
She was just relaxing into him when he swore and his left arm loosened.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just hurt my arm yesterday. It’s sore. ”
God, how had he done what he’d just done with an injured arm?
“I’ll walk you back. ” He put his right arm around her waist, but let his left hang limp by his side.
Bad feelings trickled into her gut. “I want to see your arm before you leave. ”