Page 20 of Faking with Three

He steps closer, crowding me against the door. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I let a beautiful woman walk herself home?" His voice is low, and there’s a rough edge to it that sends shivers racing down my spine.

I glance up at him, and damn it, I can’t help but admire the sharp line of his jaw, the dark stubble shadowing his face. He’s close. Too close. But I don’t move. I don’t want to. "Is that what you are? A gentleman?" I tease, trying to keep it light, but my voice betrays me. It’s breathy, laced with something I can’t quite hide.

Jax smirks, leaning in so his lips hover just above mine. "Not tonight, Liv," he murmurs, his eyes locked on mine. "Not when you look at me like that."

We get to my door, and I fumble with the keys, suddenly aware of how close he is. I can feel his breath on my neck, and I swallow hard, my pulse quickening. I’m trying to play it cool, but my hands are shaking, and I know he notices. He leans against the doorframe, that damn smirk playing on his lips, watching me with an intensity that makes my knees go weak.

“You okay there, Liv?” he asks, his voice low, teasing.

I finally manage to unlock the door, pushing it open an inch. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, but it comes out as more of a whisper.

Jax doesn’t move. He’s standing so close that I can feel the heat of his body against mine. The door is open, but I don’t step inside. Instead, I turn around, and it’s like everything shifts. The playful look in his eyes darkens, becomes something deeper, more primal.

“You sure about that?” he murmurs, stepping closer until there’s barely an inch of space between us.

"Jax..." I start, but whatever I am going to say dies on my lips when he grabs my waist, pulling me flush against him. His hands are big, rough in a way that makes me feel delicate, like he could break me in half if he wanted to. But the way he’s looking at me? It’s like he wants to devour me.

And then he’s kissing me. Hard. His mouth crashes down on mine with a hunger that steals the air from my lungs. I gasp against his lips, and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that has me arching into him without thinking.

Holy shit, this is really happening.

His hands slide down to my hips, then lower, gripping my ass and lifting me effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, feeling the solid press of his body against me. He pushes me back against the door, pinning me there, his mouth never leaving mine. It’s all teeth and tongue, rough and desperate, like he’s been dying to do this and can’t hold back any longer.

I moan into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He groans, a low, primal sound that vibrates through my whole body. "Fuck, Liv," he mutters against my lips, his voice ragged. "You taste so damn good."

I can’t form words. Hell, I can barely think. All I know is that I want him—right here, right now. His hands roam up my sides, squeezing my curves like he can’t get enough of me. I feel his fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, skimming over bare skin, and I shiver at the roughness of his touch.

"Jax," I manage to gasp, breaking the kiss for just a second. But he doesn’t let me get far. His lips trail down my neck, biting and sucking in a way that makes me whimper. I clutch at his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle flex beneath my hands as he holds me up like I weigh nothing.

"Say my name again," he growls, nipping at the sensitive spot just below my ear. "I want to hear it."

"Jax," I moan, breathless and aching. I can feel how hard he is against me, the thick press of him between my legs, and it sends a rush of heat through me that pools low in my belly.

I moan, loud and unrestrained, feeling the rough scrape of his stubble against my throat.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he growls against my skin, his voice husky, filled with a need that mirrors my own.

His hands grip my thighs, squeezing as he carries me inside without breaking the kiss. The door swings shut behind us, and I feel the world tilt as he leads us deeper into the apartment. I hold on tight, burying my hands in his hair, tugging, earning another deep, throaty groan from him that makes my toes curl.

“Olivia,” he mutters against my lips, and there’s something almost reverent in the way he says my name, like it’s the only word he knows right now.

“Jax,” I breathe back, my voice trembling, full of everything I’m feeling—desire, anticipation, the kind of need that makes my entire body ache.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his chest heaving, eyes wild and dark. “Tell me to stop,” he says, but it sounds more like a plea than a command, like he needs me to say it but is praying I won’t.

I shake my head, cupping his face, pulling him back down to me. “Don’t you dare,” I whisper.

That’s all he needs.

Jax growls, lifting me higher, his hands splayed across my ass as he carries me deeper into the apartment. I don’t know where we’re going, and I don’t care. All I can think about is the way he feels against me, the way he’s kissing me like he can’t getenough, like he’s starving and I’m the only thing that can satisfy him.

And god, do I want to satisfy him.

CHAPTER 7

JAX

I kickthe door shut behind us and don’t bother turning on the lights. I don’t need to see where I’m going—my body knows exactly what it wants, where it’s headed. I know my sister’s place like the back of my hand. I wonder what Heather might think of me being with her best friend like this. But this isn’t the time to think about my sister.

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