Stay with Me (Return to Haven 1)

“Just got in.”

Olivia remained in the doorway. “Do you have a flight or lessons this morning?”

Jax stared at her another minute before he came to his feet, never once taking his eyes from her. Olivia swallowed as he circled the desk and came around to stand directly in front of her.

Without a word, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her farther into the tiny space. He closed the door, again never taking those striking eyes from her. Jax then backed her against the door and with an expert flick, he slid the lock into place. The click seemed to echo and every part of Olivia started humming.

There wasn’t just passion in those eyes, there was pure fire.

His hands slid down over her hips and to the hem of her dress. “I missed you.”

The featherlight touch of his fingertips slid along her bare thighs and her entire body went on alert. Mercy, she’d missed him, his touch, the way he looked at her as if she were the air for his lungs.

He continued pulling the dress up. “Did you wear this for me?” he asked, gliding his lips along the sensitive spot just below her ear. “Because you look hot.”

Yeah, she had worn it for him, but she didn’t know he’d be all over her when she arrived. Not that she was complaining. But she did need to talk to him.

His hands palmed her backside and jerked her toward his hips. Whatever words had formed in her head vanished. She’d try to recollect those thoughts later.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

Jax eased his head back just enough to flash her that naughty grin. “Baby, you know what I’m doing.”

When he called her “baby” in that low, whisky-smooth voice, she couldn’t suppress the tremble. When the man spoke to her like that, she couldn’t help but think of promises. Olivia’s body arched up from the door and into his.

“You missed me, too,” he told her as his lips traveled down the column of her throat. “I wondered.”

Well, she could say whatever she wanted, but her body betrayed her and always told the truth. Olivia thrust her hands into his hair and pulled him up. She caught sight of that devilish grin once more before she pulled his lips to hers.

They would talk later. Right now her body was too revved up and she needed him.

Jax lifted her up, her legs instantly went around his waist. He turned and took two steps, then she heard a crash and realized he’d cleared the desk. Nobody had cleared a desk for her before. The fact that he was that anxious only made him that much sexier . . . as if he needed help.

He sat her on the cool top and stepped between her spread knees.

“What if someone stops by?” she asked.

Jax reached behind his head and yanked his shirt off, then he went to work on his worn jeans. “I’ve locked my office door. So long as you’re quiet and don’t moan like you do, we should be fine.”

They should be fine. But what if someone just dropped in? She would be mortified.

Jax’s hand slid up and under her dress, sliding beneath the edge of her panties and Olivia decided she didn’t care if someone stopped by. They could wait.

She flattened her palms on the desk behind her and shifted to give him better access. As she stared at that toned chest sprinkled with dark hair and that familiar tattoo, she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.

“You can make noise if you want,” he told her, smiling as he leaned down to glide his mouth over the vee in her dress. “I’m not expecting anybody and I’d hate to be deprived of those sweet sounds you make.”

He slid one finger in and Olivia couldn’t suppress the groan. He felt too good and she’d missed him. Her hips jerked of their own accord and her head fell back. Jax used his other hand and slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

That mouth traveled all over her heated skin and Olivia literally ached for more. She was done being tortured. It had been a few days since she’d experienced his touch and she hadn’t even realized how much she missed it until he got his hands on her . . . and his lips.

Pushing off her hands, she eased up and scooted forward on the edge of the desk. She reached for the opening in his jeans and trembled as her fingers brushed against a hard abdomen. His muscles tightened beneath her touch and he batted her hands away.

Jax reached for protection from his wallet and in no time had shed his clothes. He reached for her once again, only this time when he reached beneath her skirt, it was to jerk on her panties . . . which came apart with a snap.

Olivia didn’t care about her torn underwear, she cared about the ache that only Jax could cure.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and let out a low moan when he joined their bodies. He covered her mouth with his as he flattened his palm against her back and eased her torso flush with his. It was almost as if he couldn’t get close enough.