Lucy melted every time he called her his love. He was hot and wet and gorgeous and all hers. Excitement rippled through her in seductive sensual waves.
‘Birth control,’ Jax growled, lifting her out of the shower and throwing a heap of towels down on the tiled floor as he dug into a drawer for the necessary.
Lucy arranged herself on the towels and giggled like a drain. ‘Ellie really got to you with that lecture, didn’t she?’
‘Ellie knows how to make a man feel irresponsible,’ Jax responded. ‘And I will never be irresponsible with you again but don’t tell her that.’
‘I promise I won’t.’ Her amusement dying as they joined, Lucy lifted tender fingers to stroke his jaw line. ‘I love you, Jax Antonakos… I love you so much.’
He was too otherwise engaged to speak at that moment but his emerald eyes telegraphed love and passion and need and that was more than sufficient for Lucy, who knew a good man when she found one and held fast to him because he gave her so much happiness.
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