Obsessed: Part 3

"It's so much." I lick my lips wanting him to taste them.

He catches the tip of my tongue with his, pulling it lazily across. "It's never going to be enough." He presses his lips against mine as he speaks, "I could make love to you all day, every day until I take my last breath and it won't be enough."

I wrap my hand around his head and pull him hard into a kiss. He responds in kind, pushing himself up from the bed, plunging his fingers deeper within me.

"Oh, please." I moan at the sensation.

He pulls back from the kiss and drops his mouth to my breast. I feel his tongue trace a circle around my erect nipple before he yanks it between his teeth and bites it softly. "Your breasts are amazing." He grazes his teeth along the skin of my chest before claiming my other nipple.

"Fuck me, please," I say it without candor. I don't care how it sounds. It's all that I want.

"Not now. Not yet," he says softly. "You're going to come like this. Open, exposed and wanting me."

I gasp as I feel the pad of his thumb push on my clit. I stare into his eyes as the pleasure ripples through my body.

"Take it all. Own it beautiful. "He edges me on, circling my clitoris with just the right amount of pressure as his fingers hone in on my most sensitive spot.

I relish in the feeling of being so exposed, so open to this man. I move my hips below him, moaning with each touch of his fingers and thumb. I push his lips into mine, pulling his tongue between my teeth. "Fuck, it feels so good," I purr. "So good. Never stop."

"Never," he growls before kissing me deeply. "You're going to crave my touch."

"I do," I whimper. How can I lie? He knows it already. My body can't shield the desire I feel for him. It's there, always on display. I can't get enough of him. I ache for him.

He takes my breast in his mouth again, circling the now aching nipple with his tongue. I buck against his hand harder, reaching down to push it into me.

He moans. "You're so wet." He weaves my fingers between his so they're gliding over my wetness just as his are. "Touch your clit. Show me how you do it when you're thinking about me."

His brazen words spur on my desire and I greedily stroke my clit, pushing my finger around it, racing to the edge of my desire. "Jax, yes," I whimper through clenched teeth.

"Come for me, now." He pushes his fingers deeper still as I plunge off the edge and feel intensity unlike any other charge through my body. My body moves uncontrollably, my hips pushing off the bed, my legs thrashing.

I gasp for air. "That was…" I can't speak. I can't breathe.

"That was just the beginning." His lips brush lightly against mine. "Go back to sleep. I want you rested for round two."

***

"You didn't come back to bed after…well, you know." I blush as I open the shower door to see Jax soaping his body.

"You're finally awake." He pushes his lathered hair away from his face. "Get in here."

I acquiesce quickly, shedding the pajama top before stepping into the warm water and wrapping myself in his arms. "How long have you been awake?"

"I didn't sleep much at all." He motions for me to push my chin back. I do and I feel his hands pull my hair through the water.

"Why not?" I close my eyes as he pours shampoo onto my head and starts massaging it into my scalp.

There's silence as he pushes me back slightly so he can rinse my hair. I bite my lip wondering why he's not responding. I don't know that my heart can take any more Jax surprises at this point. He gently pushes the water from my forehead before he kisses my nose.

I open my eyes. "Why didn't you sleep?"

He casts his eyes downward, kicking the water that's gathered near the drain with his foot. "You deserve to know everything."

I freeze. He's going to confess something to me. Last night was still part of the lie. He's going to tell me he's really the cold, heartless man I thought he was.

"I did sort of arrange for Liz to be at Brighton's opening."

"Why?"