Page 69 of The Last Second Chance
There was probably more to her rant, but the words never made it past her lips because Jax thrust into her, hard and deep. Completely sheathed in her, he stopped and held.
Home. He was finally, finally home.
Belatedly, something between a scream and a moan ripped through Joey. He wanted to give her a chance to get used to the invasion, to being filled. She was so tight he could feel every ripple of her muscles as she trembled beneath him. He flexed his hips into her and she gasped.
“Jesus, did you come again?”
“Don’t judge,” she gasped.
This is where he needed to be. With less finesse than he liked, he pulled out almost all the way before driving into her again. He was coated in her juices, their sweat mingling as slick skin slid over slick skin.
Her hips pumped, trying to control the pace. She wanted the ferocity of speed, he wanted to make it last. Or at least try to.
She moaned again in his ear as he filled her. Lost in her, Jax made the mistake of loosening his grip on her wrists. Joey took advantage. She shoved and rolled. Jax lolled to the side. Someone’s leg kicked into an end table, tipping it over.
Victory lit Joey’s eyes as she gained the top. She began to move, slowly at first, teasingly. She was glorious, a warrior queen riding into battle.
As she slid down his shaft, inch by glorious inch, Jax felt his eyes begin to close. But he forced them open, not wanting to miss a second of this magic. Joey leaned forward bracing her hands on his shoulders and began to ride. Their gazes locked and he saw the wonder, the desire, and that little shadow of fear in her.
She quickened the pace again, riding for her life. Rising up, she yanked the tie out of her hair, sending it tumbling down in thick, dark waves. She spread her arms wide, let her head drop back.
It was too much for him. Too much beauty, too much power. Jax reared up and claimed her breast with his mouth. He felt the storm building in them both and wasn’t sure if either of them would come out alive.
She was already tightening around his shaft. He could feel the muscles dance along his hard length. His vision grayed as he found the very edge of his release. Just one. More. Thrust.
She slammed down on him and he unleashed his orgasm into her depths. “Joey.” Only her name on his lips. She was coming with him, a riot of sensation. He held her tight, his face pressed to her breast, content to pour himself into her while she shattered around him.
“Yes, Jax. Yes,” she chanted until everything but his name was incoherent.
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Her body feltloose and limp. Like honey, gold and thick. Sated, finally, after years of longing. Her world had been rocked. Her soul shaken. Her body teased and used until it exploded beyond its boundaries. Yet, even after her soul-wrecking release, she wanted more of him.
Their years apart had only intensified their physical connection. She’d have to be careful there. Getting swept away in his arms would be so easy…and so dangerous.
She felt raw and exposed and craved the safety of a healthy distance. Which, she reminded herself as his still hard cock twitched inside her, might prove to be as difficult as it was ironic.
Shit. She was draped over him like a saddle blanket. Her face was pressed against his neck where she could feel his pulse rate slowly returning to normal. She was not a cuddler. And most importantly, she wasn’t a cuddler with Jax. She didn’t need him getting the wrong idea. They were just having fun. Fun that felt like the earth had moved and started spinning backward on its axis.
The feel of his strong, rough hands stroking her back was like heaven.
She mustered every once of self-control and rolled off of him.
His hand snaked out to grab her wrist. “Where are you going?”
She glanced down at him, his sleepy, sated eyes, hair just long enough to curl a little was disheveled from her hands. Her heart stumbled, and Joey knew she was on dangerous ground.
“Drink?” she asked.
He looked at her, into her with those storm cloud eyes. She could feel him silently probing her defenses. But she wasn’t going to let him in.
“Sure,” he said quietly, still studying her.
She steeled herself against the disappointment she heard in his tone.
Keep it light, she reminded herself. Incredible, mutually satisfying sex with a gorgeous man was nothing to feel guilty about. She’d been clear about where they stood. She was in charge.
Naked, she tiptoed around the shards of lamp that hadn’t survived their tryst. She escaped to the sideboard by the dining table where she kept a bottle of bourbon. She poured three fingers each into two glasses and took her time wandering back to the fire.
