Page 150 of Timeless

He sighed and then nodded. “I’ll get the smokes.” And that was all he said. I think that was his way of saying thank you to his sister.

Amber didn’t even wait for the door to close before she linked her hand with mine. Suddenly, the fact we had the house to ourselves clicked. Hell, it had been a fucking nightmare to get it so it was just us. And now, I needed to take full advantage of it.

I was quick to spin her around, taking her weight off the ground. A rush of pleasure went quickly through my body. Causing my heart to beat faster, with adrenaline. Fuck, I felt like a man fresh out of prison right now. My body was pulsing with need, my heart beat so loud it was deafening in my ear. All at the mere thought of her in the shower and what I could do.

Only Amber could cause me to feel like this. Pleasure ran through my blood when she arched her neck as soon as my lips touched her. I was so excited for what could happen next. All the different ways I could fuck her. But then it dawned on me.

“We only have an hour.” Suddenly, the time limit hit me. It ruled out sex. Then I realized, I should be able to get her finished in that time. I had just got us to the top of the stairs, when she started to kiss me.

As soon as I pushed her bedroom door open, she just barely took her lips from mine. “I need you now.” Her voice broke, her hands nervously running up my arms. “Please, don’t make me settle for your fingers.” She took a sharp breath in, her eyes wide, begging me.

It was like a title wave hit me, hearing that desperation in her voice, seeing that look in her eyes. It sent my body into a primal mode. I would give what her what she needed. It was like those words brought out the caveman in me. I heard her top rip, as I roughly took it off her. Hearing her voice break with that need, knowing it was me who she needed. That I was the only one who could fulfil her needs right now.

I would get her finished within an hour. I’d make sure of it.

“Where? Where do you want it?” I wanted to please her. I needed to please her. Suddenly, I felt like I had to prove to her I was worthy of this need she had for me right now. Live up to what she remembered.

I actually wanted to outdo her memory of me, which was why, right now I was asking her where she wanted me to break her drought.

“Bed.” She pushed out of my arms, stepping away from me. “Then shower.”

My fingers quickly took over what hers was doing, which was undoing her jeans. “Babe, we have less than an hour. I can’t do both.” I lowered myself as I pushed down her jeans. Kissing down her thigh as I revealed more skin. “Bed or shower, babe?”

I heard her gasp when I nipped her inner thigh with my teeth. Fuck, if she was making noises like that, it was going to be the bed. She gasped again when I did the same to the other thigh. Fuck it. It was the bed. I made the decision.

As soon as her jeans were off, I was up, gripping her by the thighs and taking her legs out from under her. Her body fell into me and then I was lowering her to the bed. I didn’t need her to tell me what she wanted. I knew what she needed. Because I fucking had lived and relived every memory of being with her. Every small detail. I knew it, so right now as she franticly tried to undo my belt, I gripped her hands, pulling them above her head.

Her whole body moved up toward me, her back arching, and I wasn’t even touching her yet. All I had done was put her in her submissive position. I could hear her breathing coming out, staggered. Her chest rose and fell quickly. She was biting her bottom lip.

I ripped my shirt off, and I saw her eyes run down me, then her eyes locked on my chest. Her hand suddenly was on my chest, her fingers running over her name. As much as I loved her touching me, we had a time limit.

I saw her other hand coming toward me. I guided them back up, outstretched.

“Sweetheart, don’t make me tie them up there.” I knew she knew better than to break position. My eyes scanned her, so perfect, apart from the underwear. I didn’t want her to move. So that only meant one thing.

My hand pushed up my jeans, pulling out my knife from the holster on my leg. I don’t think she realized what I was doing until the knife went through the fabric, slicing the bra in two.

“I’ll buy you more,” I said before she even said a word, kneeling between her legs and cutting the fabric between her legs. Now she was ready. Her breathing got sharper. I dropped the knife to the floor.

My eyes couldn’t stop running over her. I knew then I wasn’t going to be gentle with her.

I got up. While she was ready, I needed to strip. I saw her clench her eyes shut for a second, frustrated, seeing me getting up. Standing up, I took out the gun that had been tucked in the back of my jeans. Pulling my jeans off, I then took the holstered gun on my leg. She patiently waited. Then when I was back between her legs, her breathing got sharper.

“Sweetheart. I’m not doing you shielded. I’m going to feel you clench and come.” I pushed her legs open wider. But I knew what I was going to tell her next, might have her closing her legs, not opening them wider for me. “I also want to get you pregnant. Do you understand?”

She just blinked at me, then started shaking her head, like what I had just said registered.

“Sweetheart, I know you don’t trust me. I get that. I’ll—”

“Jax, it’s not that.” She spoke over me. “I have the implant.”

Disappointment flooded me.

Okay, I couldn’t knock her up. But I had to know. “Is that the only thing stopping you from having another child with me?”

I knew our history was complicated. She had said this morning that she didn’t trust me. Was that also holding her back?

“I want to be married.” She looked me in the eye and swallowed sharply. “The next child I have will be to my husband.”

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