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He lifts me, carrying me to my bed as my legs wrap around his waist, and lays me softly on the mattress.

“Do you have…?” He trails off as I point to the top drawer in my dresser. He leaves me on the bed for a moment, retrieving a foil packet from my drawer. He’s back on the bed before I even have time to miss the warmth of his arms around me, and as he lowers his weight on top of me, I can’t help but think that this feels like home.

His forearm supports him as his mouth crashes onto mine again, his other hand finding the bundle of nerves between my legs with such expertise that I am ready to shatter all over again. He puts a finger inside of me, then two.

“Christ, I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He growls, as he begins to move them back and forth, the sensation driving me wild. I moan as his fingers find the perfect spot, the one that sends electricity coursing through my entire body.

He takes his fingers out of me and brings them to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine as he begins licking them slowly.

“Fuck you taste so good, love.”

A breath I didn’t know I had been holding escapes me, and I lift my hips up to meet the hard length of him, wanting everything he has to offer me.

“I want you inside of me,” I whisper before his mouth claims mine again.

A devilish smile crosses his lips, and the flames of desire sparkle in his eyes.

“Anything for you, love.”

And with that, he grabs his impressive length, freeing it from his boxers before reaching for the foil packet and rolling the contents over himself, before finding me again and pressing himself against my entrance.

I gasp as his tip slowly pushes inside of me, and in and in and in. I have never felt so delectably full in my life, with the warmth of his body all-encompassing, sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire being. I wrap my legs around him tightly, urging him to move faster, my desire for him all-consuming.

Jax groans as he starts to move within me, his thrusts deep and hard, every stroke bringing me closer to the edge. I cling to him, the sweat from our bodies mingling, the scent of our desire—of me, of him—filling the air. He shifts back, lifting my hips up to meet him as he moves himself deeper inside of me before gently picking up a pace that has my toes curling and nails digging into his back, begging for everything he can give me.

Our kiss deepens and a moan escapes me, the sounds of lust and hunger echoing in my room. I feel his hands on my hips, guiding himself deeper, and I can feel myself beginning to shatter, the sensations building and building until I can’t take it anymore.

I arch my back, my nails digging into him, as my body convulses. I cry out his name, my orgasm washing over me as he finds his release as well.

We collapse beside each other, our breathing ragged and sweat glimmering on our skin. Jax plants a kiss on my forehead before rolling out of bed and making his way to the bathroom. I stare at the ceiling as I pull the sheets over me, their touch cool against the heat radiating from my skin. My eyes feel heavy, and for the first time in a long time, I feel utterly content. Sleep finds me unexpectedly, and I dream of Jax sitting in the chair by my bed, talking on the phone; his voice nothing but rushed whispers.

“Just keep him alive until I can talk to him,” he says, the tone in his voice nothing short of primal rage. “Figure it out Ryan, I’m sure you can manage.”

CHAPTER 20

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I wake to Jax sleeping beside me, his arms wrapped around me tightly, as if he’s afraid to let go. My curtains are open, and I catch a glimpse of the night sky, the city lights dancing in the moonlight. I turn back to Jax, taking a moment to look at him as he sleeps, and realize I have never seen him look truly peaceful before this moment. Tattoos cover a lot of his body, but even beneath the ink I can see raised skin, evidence of once angry scars.

My eyes keep moving over his body, trying to make sense of the person in front of me. My gaze rests on each tattoo, trying to decipher any meaning behind them, and pauses on his hand. I smile at the rose inked there, remembering the first time I saw it, and how shocked I had been to see it again. My gaze moves up, fluttering over his muscled arms, broad shoulders, and the stubble that surrounds his perfectly delicious lips. Those lips. I could lose myself again just thinking of what those lips are capable of.

I look at his face, noticing a tendril of hair fallen out of place. I reach to brush it aside, my movements as slow as possible.

“You know it’s rude to stare, love,” he says lazily.

I jump, not expecting him to be awake, caught in the act ogling him in his sleep.

“You know it’s rude to scare people.” I shoot back quickly, hastily creating some distance between us.

Jax smiles, laughing quietly.

“I don’t remember falling asleep,” I confess quietly.

“Our activities certainly tired you out,” he responds, the smile in his voice audible. “I was only gone for a couple of minutes and when I came back you were dead to the world. I would have joined you sooner, but I had to deal with something.”

“A phone call?” I find myself asking.

“How did you…” He trails off, waiting for me to explain.

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