Page 69 of Switch

She grins, resting her forehead against mine. “You know, I missed this.”

I tuck a piece of damp hair behind her ear. “Yeah?”

She nods. “You. This. Ustalking.Feels like we haven’t had a second to breathe lately.”

I run a hand down her back, feeling her sink into me. “I know, baby. I’ve been buried at the club, and you’ve been working late shifts. It’s been too much.”

She sighs. “I get it. I just don’t want us to lose this, you know?”

I tilt her chin up so she has to look at me. “We won’t. I promise you, Bella.”

She smiles, soft and sweet, before settling against my chest.

I put the food away, then pull the blankets tighter around us. The fire flickers on the screen, casting a soft glow through the room. The music hums low, and for the first time in weeks, I feel like myself again.

No club business. No bullshit. Just me and my girl. And damn, if that doesn’t feel like everything.

Bella’s warm against me, her body curled into mine, her breath soft and steady against my chest. The fire crackles low on the TV screen, blankets tangled around us on the floor. She fell asleep not long ago, still wrapped up in the comfort of tonight—just me and her, no stress, no bullshit, justus.

But I’m not ready to let her go.

I slide an arm under her legs and lift her, holding her close as I carry her to our room. She stirs when I lay her down, stretching out, eyes barely opening. I start to pull away to let her sleep, but her fingers curl around my wrist.

"Jax?" Her voice is husky, sleep-heavy.

"I'm here, baby."

She tugs me closer, and fuck, I don’t even try to fight it. I lower myself over her, caging her in with my arms, pressing my forehead against hers.

"Stay," she whispers.

I smirk. "Wasn't planning on going anywhere."

She smiles, soft and slow, and then her hands are sliding up my arms, pulling me down. Our mouths meet, lazy at first, a slow drag of lips, but it doesn’t take long before it shifts into something deeper.

Her fingers trail down my back, nails scratching lightly, making me groan into her mouth. My body tightens instantly, heat pooling low, but I hold back. This isn't about getting lost in her—it’s aboutfeelingher. Every damn inch.

I take my time kissing her, mapping out her body with my hands. Sliding them under her hoodie, feeling her skin warm under my touch before I push it up and over her head.

She exhales, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes as she runs her hands over my chest, fingertips brushing over my tattoos. I let her take her time, watching as she traces every line of ink before she tugs at my shirt, silently telling me she wants it gone. I strip it off, tossing it aside.

I settle back between her legs, pressing my weight against her, feeling every soft curve mold against me.

"You're so damn beautiful," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her jaw, down the side of her neck, taking my time exploring every inch of her.

She shivers beneath me, her breath hitching when I slide my hands lower, pushing her leggings down. I take them off slowly, my fingers dragging along her thighs as I go, watching the way her body reacts, how her muscles tense, how her lips part as she waits for me to touch her again.

When she’s finally bare beneath me, I justlook.

Her dark brown hair is a mess against the pillow, her skin flushed, and her chest rising and falling as she watches me like she already knows I’m about to wreck her in the best way.

She reaches for me, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my sweats, and I let her. I kick them off, then settle back down, pressing against her, skin to skin, nothing between us.

She gasps as I press inside her, her body arching to meet mine.

"Fuck," I groan, my forehead pressing against hers. "You feel so good, baby."

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her legs tightening around my waist.

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