Page 39 of Timeless

He shrugged, like walking away from the charter was no big deal. My mouth fell open; he could not be serious right now! I scoffed and kept my words to myself. He was insane. He wasn’t thinking clearly.

His hand moved up my thigh. “Amber?”

I clenched my eyes shut.How do you have a reasonable conversation with someone who is unreasonable?“You aren’t being reasonable, Jax. You love that charter.”

He pulled my chair back, and he turned it so I was facing him. “I don’t care about my home charter.”

I opened my eyes and narrowed them at him “Like I said… unreasonable.” I couldn’t have a serious conversation with him right now. “Maybe it’s from the lack of sleep.” I was saying that more to myself than to him but didn’t care if he heard it.

“I want to be near Jack.” He gripped my hips and with way too much ease he lifted me off my chair and positioned me so I was straddling him. “And you.”

He wanted to be near Jack. That made sense. Him wanting to be near me though, made zero.

I gulped as I felt him right between my legs. I didn’t even realize I was doing it but I was running my hands across his tight shoulders. So toned. So perfect. Had the only thing he had done in prison was work on his body? He was fitter, stronger, and so much bigger. It was one of the first things I noticed about him, his muscles screaming for my attention.

He had been back in my life for just over twelve hours and I was already craving his touch.

I didn’t trust myself near him. So right now, as he stared into my eyes, and my hands took in his much-defined body and strength, I knew I was failing.

“Amber?”

“Mm?” My eyes were taking in the way his t-shirt clung to his upper body. I wanted to take in his body without clothes on and I knew I should automatically feel guilty about it, or ashamed, but I wasn’t either.

His mouth went to my ear. “Can I kiss you?” His breath was a low whisper and his hands slowly moved up my thighs and around until they were on my ass.

My eyes went wide. Okay. This had gone from being tempting to possible deadly within a second. His hands kept moving, up, pushing my long-sleeved top up, and he was under it, his hands moving up my back.

“Sweetheart, yes or no?” His mouth was still at my ear.

As soon as he said sweetheart, I melted. Did I want him to kiss me?

He moved on the seat just slightly but enough for me to feel him hard behind my legs, pressing into my core. I had never felt so much excitement feeling him. Knowing I was still capable to do that to him.

I didn’t give him an answer and then I felt his lips brush my ear, and then my cheek. I turned my face, looking him in the eye. I knew it was taking all his willpower not to kiss me.

And I needed some willpower to push him away. Pushing him away was the only reasonable decision. He was going to have to be part of Jack’s life, so yeah, he would play a role in my life. But that role was still undecided.

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me. Yes or no?” His lips were already so close to mine.

Let him kiss me? Push him away? Just stay frozen like this? I locked my arms around his neck and leaned my forehead against his.

“Fuck it, Amber. I’m kissing you,” he growled just before his lips were on mine. He wasn’t gentle. He was rough, kissing me with force and aggression. At first, my lips were still but then, once I’d gotten a taste of the drug I was once addicted to… well, I just fell back into an old habit.

It was me who deepened the kiss. I was biting his bottom lip, forcing him to open up. He growled, loving it. Knowing I wanted this as much as him. As soon my tongue slipped into his mouth, he went from kissing me hard, to kissing me like he was dying.

His tongue moved so perfectly with mine. I closed my eyes, enjoying this way too much.

His lips broke from mine and started to run down my neck, slowly. “Sweetheart, I’m picking this up a speed.”

I didn’t understand what he meant. Then his lips were back on mine. His hands were on my ass as he rose up, holding me to his chest and then laying me down on the table, slowly, almost carefully.

He hadn’t even broken our kiss. If anything, he had picked up the pace. Waves of pleasure were pulsing through my body at the feel of his hand on my stomach, under my top.

I knew where he was heading, and he was going so slow I could stop him. But I didn’t want to.

My fingers went through his short hair as his hand moved up my ribcage. He was nearly there and I needed him to hurry up.

He groaned. “You aren’t wearing a bra.” His hand cupped my breast and just at his touch I went hard. I heard him groan again but his lips were kissing my jawline.

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