Page 87 of The Other Fork in the Road

He pulled me close while his lips gently glided across mine. So soft, so light; it was kindling for the growing fire.

My fingers shook as I unbuttoned his dress shirt and ran my hands inside, over his chest. When they slid to his abs, his lips pushed harder against mine. Since I clearly wasn’t running away from this, I unbuckled his belt, while his hands slid to the hem of my dress, and slowly pulled it up. His fingers danced along my waist and dug into my thighs.

I waited for him to realize the surprise I had for him. An agonized groan told me he just had—I had opted for no panties. Discovering me bare, he strung together a list of profanities that rumbled into my mouth as his free hand frantically searched for the zipper on the back of my dress.

Once found, my dress was off in a millisecond as he picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was drowning in his kisses as he sat on the bed, holding me on his lap.

When I reached down and started to unzip my boot, he grabbed my hand.

“Nope, they stay on,” he hissed.

There was a glimmer in his eye that sent a tingle down to my toes when his lips crushed mine, and his hands found my backside. The kisses were long, deep, exploring, urging me to pull him as close to me as possible. I needed him like my body needed a beating heart.

My hands traveled to his lower back, drawing a low groan from deep within him. I dug my nails into his skin as his lips peppered slow, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. His whiskers dragged along my skin, and I relished in the friction, sending shockwaves everywhere.

He dropped to his back, pulling me down on top of him. His fingers gripped my hips as I moved, gasping at what was behind that cursed zipper. His lips, his tongue, and his taste were leading me to depths unknown.

I rolled on my side, broke the kiss, and stared into those baby blues as I slid my hand to the waistline of his boxers. There was a flash in his eyes, almost a warning, of what was to come.

Taking command, he flipped me to my back with a kiss so intense it sent my abdomen into a free fall. His lips moved slowly over my breasts, paying each one equal homage before I felt his hot breath on my stomach and lower.Never have I ever. What he was doing, what I was feeling, as he took away my last ounce of control, was mind-blowing. Dying, I was dying.

His mouth was taking me closer and closer when my heart came to a screeching halt.

“Jax? Are you home?” Daisy’s voice shot up from downstairs.

“Shit!” I sat up and pushed his shoulder, whispering, “Say something!”

He yelled. “I’ll be right there!”

I whipped my legs over the bed while Jax groaned.

“Madison, I’m sorry?—”

“Oh, don’t be.” I giggled. “Ialmostgot mine.”

I looked up at the shirtless man with his pants unbuttoned and felt heat wiggle from my chest to my neck, still tingling from his whiskers. I bent over, grabbed my dress, and he gave me a little slap on my ass before walking to the door.

I whispered, “Take off your suit pants…hop into some sweatpants or something. They’ll know what we’ve been up to if you go back down like that!”

He scooted over to the dresser as I jumped up and down, working my way back into my dress. I looked over the second his pants hit the floor. Still not fully naked, but what I could see sent fireworks through my lady parts.

“Go. Go downstairs. I’ll sneak out.”

He pointed to the closet, speaking softly. “No, stay here?—”

My hands shooed him away. “Get! Go downstairs!”

“But—”

My temples pounded when I heard Grant’s voice in the hallway just outside the door. “Daisy, come see my Spiderman pajamas.”

I mouthed, “Go!”

He walked out and closed the door behind him.

I cringed at Daisy’s voice outside the door. Shit! She was going to fly into the room, be able to sense I had the Jax treatment, and think I was a ho.

“Oh, Jax, we had the best time at the movies. What’ve you been up to?”

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