Page 71 of The Last Second Chance
He shifted again. Another agonizing inch.
“Jax!” Joey’s voice broke, but she was too far gone to care.
“I’ll stop if you want me to, Jojo. Just tell me.”
She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t find any words for what she wanted. The only thing that made sense to her was taking him in, filling her need.
“Tell me, Joey,” Jax gritted out.
She felt tears prick her eyes and closed her lids to hold them prisoner. “Don’t stop, Jax. Please don’t stop.”
He surged into her on a groan. “I love you, Jojo.”
Full, so full. It was enough to turn off her doubts, to give herself over to the moment. There was nothing that mattered more than those gray eyes looking into her as he filled her.
She moaned, trying to block out his words, but he chanted them over and over again. “I love you. I love you.” Every thrust.
Why? Why did she want this so badly? Why was she setting aside eight years of hurt and anger?
“You were made for me.”
“Shut up, Jax,” she groaned, her fingers digging into his biceps.
“Come for me, baby. I need to feel you come again.” His hand snaked down between her legs to stroke her where all the nerves in her body seemed to meet.
It was too much. She was too vulnerable. She could get hurt like this. Joey wanted the safety and security of being in control. She struggled against him. Jax was too close, she just needed to catch her breath and …
And it was too late. The wall of pleasure that had been building within her cracked.
She whimpered his name.
“Just let go, baby. I’ve got you.” His voice was strained from effort.
She did what he asked and gave herself over to him. The wall broke and tumbled down and as she came, she felt Jax tense as he found his own release. He groaned in her ear, a primitive growl, and she felt him let loose inside her.
“I love you.” He whispered it again, over and over as they trembled together.
Joey pretended that the single tear that blazed a trail down her cheek never escaped.
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Acold, wet nose pressed into his hip, startling Jax from his reverie. “I think Waffles wants something,” he murmured against the soft skin of Joey’s throat.
Joey responded with a sleepy “Mmm.”
The nose returned and Jax reluctantly pulled himself out of and away from Joey.
Her eyes were still closed and she didn’t even put up a fight when he leaned back in to place a hard kiss on her mouth.
“C’mon, buddy,” Jax said to the dog. Waffles padded along with him to the back door. Jax let him out and rummaged around the kitchen for treats. He found them in a jar with a paw print and discovered a chocolate chip treat for himself in the neighboring cookie jar.
“Are you foraging?” Joey called lazily from the couch.
“I’m carb-loading,” he said through a mouthful of cookie.
Jax let the now chipper Waffles back inside and handed over the treat. The dog’s butt hit the floor and his wiry tail swished a happy beat on the hardwood. Waffles looked at him adoringly.
“Don’t over treat him,” Joey’s order was softened by her yawn. “Too many and he gets a stomach ache.”
