Page 144 of The Last Second Chance
“Well, it never came up in the eight years that you were living on the other side of the country.”
“Touché,” Jax sighed. “I’m better though, right?”
“Better?”
“You like making out with me better than Beckett.”
“Beckett is like a big brother to me. He could be very good at making out and I wouldn’t know it because I couldn’t get past the brother thing.”
“You’ve never thought of me as a brother, have you?” Jax asked grabbing her hand.
Joey thought about lying, but figured they’d both had enough of that. “No,” she sighed. “I never thought of you like a brother.”
“Good, because if you did that would make what I’m about to do very wrong.”
Before she could ask what it was that he was about to do, Jax grabbed her by the sweater and yanked her to him. The kiss was frantic, unforgiving. Joey forgot about the division between them and together they scaled the slick cliff side of need.
His hands were under her sweater, skimming over her stomach. “I thought about doing this all day,” he murmured against her. “You are never out of my mind.”
Joey kissed him just to shut him up and only stopped when he yanked her sweater over her head.
“Here?” she whispered. A parking lot seemed reminiscent of their teenage trysts.
“Here.” His fingers shoved her bra straps off her shoulders and her bared nipples tightened at the cold. Any argument she’d planned disappeared the moment his mouth brushed the first aching bud. He pressed her down on the seat, his lips and tongue busy teasing her while his palm stroked her other breast.
“God I love bench seats,” he groaned.
Joey levered her hips against him and Jax shifted so he could press his erection against her.
“Too many layers,” Joey muttered. While he sampled her other nipple, sucking it into the heat of his mouth, her fingers worked her jeans open before moving to his. With the zipper under the pressure of his erection, Joey cautioned herself to go slowly. But the second he sprang free, she gripped his shaft in her fist.
“Fuck,” he moaned, releasing her nipple and dropping his head to her shoulder. He let her stroke him, let her grip him like a vice and she felt the first bead of moisture when she dragged her fingers over his crown.
“Baby, this isn’t going to be slow and sweet,” he said, dragging her jeans down until he could free one of her legs.
“Good.” She ground the word out.
When he saw the sheer lace of the red thong she wore, his eyes went glassy and then curious.
“Jesus, Jojo. What the hell is that?”
Joey, expecting a tarantula or something even worse tried to sit up. Jax was staring at the hoof print bruise on her thigh.
“Oh, that. That’s Calypso being a shithead.”
Jax forced her non-imprinted leg up against the back of the seat and yanked her underwear to the side. He inserted two fingers in his mouth and Joey stopped breathing when she watched him pull them out between his lips and bring them down to her exposed flesh.
“Everything about you gets me,” he said, sliding his wet fingers inside her. “I just look at you and need to be inside you.”
Joey cried out as he brushed his thumb over that tiny bundle of nerves that demanded his attention. She braced her free leg against the dashboard, her foot touching the window.
“Every time. You get so wet for me, Joey,” he murmured, leaning down to bite at her neck.
“Now, Jax. Now. I need you.” She begged him for it and thank God he didn’t make her beg long. The second his fingers withdrew, Jax lined up his cock with her opening and surged into her. Joey groaned as she stretched to accommodate his girth. This felt good. This felt right. No matter what else was going on between them, she could always be sure that this was right. It was where they both belonged.
There was no time to get used to it, he was already moving in her. She wrapped her free leg around him, urging him deeper and when he accommodated her, she bit into his shoulder.
Her breasts crushed against his chest as he thrust into her with a demand that bordered on violence. Jax buried his face in her neck and Joey let him take her as he wanted. Fast, fierce, aggressive. The separation had made them both jagged and shaky with need.
