Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Damn, my dick was still hard. Still straining for her.
I waited for her to lock up the studio, studying the side of her face, the smooth slope of her neck down to her collarbones then the breasts beneath them, nipples still hard for me.
“Quickly,” I growled. “It’s getting late.”
Riley was silent as we walked to the car. I opened the passenger-side door of the BMW, and she slid onto the leather seat, tucked her shapely legs inside, and rested her handbag on her thighs.
Soon, I’d have my head in-between them.
Thirty minutes later, we arrived at my apartment building. Another ten and we were inside, in the kitchen. I ached for her, still. I leaked precum for her, as I had the night before.
Riley placed her handbag on the granite countertop and stared at me, silent.
I undid the first few buttons of my shirt, exposing the tattoos there, the swirling tribals, the depictions of beasts. My devils. My angels. The empty patch strategically left clear over my heart, never to be filled.
“What do you want?” I asked. “Apart from a place to stay, Riley. What do you need? I want to hear it from your lips, not just see it in your eyes.”
“I need—” She straightened her back, pressed her chest outward. “I need—”
“Yeah?”
Chapter 6
Riley
“To shower,” I finished.
My heart thudded against the inside of my rib cage, and deep down, right inside my pussy. This was impossible. I’d never felt attraction like this before with anyone, not even with Michael, and I’d loved him. At least, I’d thought I had.
Not the time to think about that.
“Shower,” Jax repeated, as if I hadn’t said the word properly.
Maybe I hadn’t. It was hard to focus with him watching me like that, heat swimming behind his eyes, daring me to step out of the comfort zone I’d propagated to protect myself from heartbreak.
This was madness.
The thoughts streaming through my mind were madness.
“We just met,” I said. “Like, a day ago. We just met, and I’m living here.”
“Now that we know you have a good grasp of the facts…” He strode the two steps it took to reach me and slid one hand up my throat, rested his thumb on my chin. “What do you really need, Riley?”
You.
But I couldn’t. God, it’d been so damn long since I’d felt a man’s touch. It’d been longer since I’d actually craved physical affection. Things with Michael had been entirely lackluster near the end of our so-called engagement.
Jax dragged me to his body, so solid and warm, and breathed against my ear. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you. Whatever you want, Riley. Whatever you want.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them, bitter as bile.
“I fuck women who know what they want,” he said and licked my earlobe, his hand cupping my cheek, pressing into it. “Show me.” Even his commands were sexy, and they should’ve pissed me off. “If you think you’ll be able to live under this roof without it escalating, you’re wrong.”
“You don’t know me,” I hissed but leaned into his touch, arching my back slightly.
His right hand gripped my hip, and he tugged my abdomen against the outline of his rigid dick. So fucking animal, so powerful. I was in big, big-ass trouble. I swayed from side to side, rubbing into him, a dirty little dance, hips moving of their own accord.
Jax nipped my jaw. “Careful, baby. You’re playing with fire.”
“I thought I was playing with you,” I replied, my resolve crumbling piece by piece.
Why can’t I have it? Why can’t I have what I want for once in my life? It’s not going to change anything. He won’t be around most days, he said so himself. This doesn’t change any of my plans.
“Playing with me?” His amusement reverberated against my flesh, his teeth grazing my jawline. “Playing with me like you played with yourself last night?”
Humiliation flushed through me from head to the tips of my French manicured toes.
Oh. My. God.
He heard me? He heard me. Oh, he heard me.
Get a grip, girl. Do what you do best. Perform.
“Moan my name like you did when you came last night,” Jax said.
I circled my hips this time, grinding into his cock, and he growled low in his throat, tightening his grip on my cheek and on my hip.
I placed both hands on his chest then pushed myself away from him.
He stood there, his head bowed slightly, shattering blue eyes daring me to make my move.
“I need a shower,” I said and smiled as sweetly as I could manage, what with my nipples at glass-cutting phase three and everything, then spun on my heel and sauntered to the arch that led into the hall.
I stopped there and looked back at him over my shoulder.