Page 43 of Find Me

“You,” I say quietly. “I want—I need—you.”

A smile crosses his lips. “That, love, is something I would be more than happy to give you.”

He takes my hand and I slide off the bar stool, following him as he leads the way upstairs, the rest of our coffee forgotten on the counter.

He steps inside my room, pausing as he turns to me.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice is like honey.

My body is alight with anticipation, the energy between us like a summer storm, and my skin jumps at his touch as his hand brushes against my lower back.

I don’t think anyone has ever asked me exactly what I want, and I blush, suddenly shy at having to voice my desires out loud to him.

“I want…” I start tentatively, before sheer need takes over, “I want you, inside of me. I want you to fuck me, Jax.”

His lips crash onto mine, stealing my breath as my body comes alive, every nerve firing and every sensation electric. He lifts my shirt over my head, and I tear his off as well. I shimmy out of my pants as my hands work desperately to undo his belt, my need for him primal. I unzip his pants, pulling them down as I get on my knees, eager to see all of him. He stops me before I get any further, looking at me as he guides me back to my feet, desire heavy in his eyes.

“Sit,” he demands, pointing to the chair in the corner of my room. I do as he says, my nerves alight with anticipation. He prowls toward me and uses his thumb to tilt my chin up so I’m looking into his emerald eyes.

“I told you last time that you’d be on your knees begging for me to fuck you, but what I didn’t tell you is that first I’d be on mine worshiping you.”

He nudges my knees apart with his own then kneels down, spreading me wide in front of him.

“Such perfect thighs,” he whispers as he kisses the inside of my legs. Heat gathers at my core as his lips trail across my skin.

He pauses and glances up at me—eyes blazing.

I swallow and nod.

He kisses my inner thighs again while letting his hands trail over my body. His tongue devours my skin as he approaches my center.

I try to relax my breathing, but I can’t.

The anticipation is torture and just as I’m about to plead for him to touch me, he brushes his lips over my lips.

My legs start to shake already.

He kisses me again, and this time, his tongue flicks lightly over my clit.

A moan escapes me.

“Do you like that, love?” He purrs.

I can only nod.

He kisses me again, and as he lifts my legs over his shoulders, I lose any sense of control I thought I had, running my fingers through his hair, my nerves tight with pleasure.

The way he kisses me, it’s as if he’s trying to memorize the way I taste and devour my soul in the process.

“You’re so beautiful, love,” he says as he looks up at me, his lips glistening with my wetness.

I feel like my heart will escape my chest if it beats any faster.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he continues.

His words are like an aphrodisiac, making my pussy pulse with the need to be touched. He groans at my reaction, and his tongue flicks over my clit again. Like he can’t get enough of me. His hands grip my ass, pulling me closer to his mouth. And I’m lost. I feel completely at his mercy and based on the sparkle in his eyes he knows it too. My breathing is shallow, and my body is warm. His head is between my legs, his hair tousled and his lips moving in a steady motion, his eyes closed in concentration and pleasure. This moment feels like magic as stars dance across my vison. My hips grind against his lips and my nipples peak. I’m moaning, writhing, begging with my body for him to take me over the edge. I cry out as the first wave of my orgasm comes crashing down over me, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep me away.

As my orgasm subsides and I try to catch my breath, Jax brings his lips to mine, kissing me with the taste of myself on his lips. My need for him surges again, desire building inside of me, wanting more.

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