Page 30 of Traitorous Lies
If Jax said no this time, Monique wasn't sure what she was going to do.
Despite the freezing air around them, inside she was burning with fiery desire and only Jax could quell that dizzying need.
“Please only say no if you don’t want me,” she murmured. “I don’t care about any other reason, I just want you. Need you. So unless you don’t want me then please say yes. Please give me what I need.”
Monique couldn’t explain it, she just knew she needed him.
Rejection—again—would shatter the thread of trust that had been there immediately upon meeting him and only grown in the last severaldays. That thread was already almost unbreakable, and she wanted to feel it solidify, the connection between them acknowledged and acted upon.
Especially if they were going to die out there.
While it was way too soon to say that she was in love with this man, what she felt for Jax was unlike anything she’d ever felt for another man. It was the beginning of what could one day turn into love if it was nurtured and cared for.
Something she might never get a chance to do.
Dying was a real possibility, more real with each passing hour, so if she didn't have the time to fall in love with him, then she at least wanted to feel him inside her.
Those dark eyes of his studied her carefully, searching for the truth, to see if this was what she truly wanted.
It was, and Monique allowed him to see that. The only reason she could think of that she wouldn't want to make love to him was if he was using her for her last name, but that wasn't the case. In fact, it was almost like Jax liked her in spite of her last name.
“You really want this, princess?” His hands on her hips reminded her of the last time she’d tried this, and she found herself almost waiting for him to lift her off him.
But he didn't.
Instead, his grip on her tightened until it was just shy of painful, and he pulled her tighter down against him until she could feel his thick erection pressed into her wet center.
“I really want this. I’m falling for you, so fast it’s scary, and yet at the same time it’s not. It’s the safest feeling in the world. I'm clean, and I'm on birth control even though it’s been almost eighteen months since my last relationship ended. I just … I know things can happen … against your will … and I like to know I'm at least protected against pregnancy if the worst happens.”
Something flared in his eyes that she assumed was the anger she’d felt tightly coiled inside him as she told him her story. But there was tenderness and affection in them, too, and she knew.
Jax was goingto say yes.
“I'm clean too.”
“Then we don’t have to worry about not having a condom,” she said, grinning as she rocked her hips against the bulge in his pants. If it felt this good with layers of clothes between them, how amazing would it feel when he finally slid inside her?
“We don’t have to worry about a condom, butyouhave to worry about how many times I'm going to make you come,” he told her with a smug smile, his dark eyes now burning with desire. “I think I'm going to start with my tongue.”
Before she could utter a word, Monique squeaked as he grabbed her knees and flipped her so she was lying on her back on his legs, with her legs thrown over his shoulders.
“Oops, should have gotten these out of the way first,” Jax said as he put her legs back down long enough only to strip her out of her borrowed pants and her panties. “You make me so crazy I can't even think straight,” he told her as he hooked her knees back over his shoulders, leaving her spread wide before him.
Maybe if it were anyone else, she’d feel embarrassed but with the hungry expression on Jax’s face there was no room for embarrassment.
No room to feel like anything other than the princess Jax kept calling her.
“So beautiful, spread out before me like this, princess, so perfect,” Jax murmured as he touched the lightest of kisses to the inside of her right thigh. “Do you know how lucky I feel that you want me?” Another kiss, this time to her left thigh.
Her bare center was practically begging to feel his lips, and she wasn't ashamed that she whimpered as her hips pressed closer, trying to find what they so desperately sought.
A chuckle rumbled through Jax. “So anxious, so greedy, aren't you, princess?”
“Y-yes,” she murmured, her cheeks flushing, and she wasn't sure if it was because of desire or slight embarrassment at how greedy to take everything he could give her she really was.
“So desperate to be touched here.” Finally, his lips brushed her center, but they were gone far too quickly, making her whimper again.
“Jax,” she pleaded.
