Page 110 of The Last Second Chance
Reading her gaze, Jax took his time sliding his jeans down thumbs brushing the indents inside his hipbones, the exact spot that Joey wanted to bite. He wore boxer briefs in a sedate navy. They were stretched impossibly tight over his straining erection. It was amazing what just touching her did to him without any provocation.
His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his underwear and Joey felt her mouth go dry. She’d seen him naked, felt him inside her, yet every time the anticipation nearly killed her. Tonight, it might actually do just that.
Her breath came out in a woosh when he pushed the barrier down his legs. His impressive hard-on sprung free and Joey wet her lips. “Can I touch you?”
Wordlessly, he moved closer to the bed and Joey reached out, fingers grazing his thick shaft. She saw the clench in his jaw and knew that he had a firm grip on his control. Joey wrapped her fingers around him and stroked, watching in fascination as a single bead of moisture appeared at the crown.
Jax’s hand flashed out and grabbed her wrist. “Tonight is about you, Joey.”
He climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight as he crawled over her. Joey shivered as he lowered himself on to her, flesh to flesh. His weight on her was an anchor, keeping her still and safe. He rested on his forearms, his fingers toying with her hair, thumbs stroking the side of her face.
She opened her legs and sighed as he settled between her thighs. The crown of his cock nestled into her heat with the promise of unspeakable pleasure.
“I can feel your heart pounding,” he said, nibbling a path along her jawline, the scrape of his teeth heightening her senses.
Joey lifted her hips straining toward him, needing him to fill her, wanting to feel that powerful surge as he entered her to lay his claim. Beads of sweat clung to their bodies as the anticipation built.
“I belong to you, Joey,” he said, raining kisses soft as butterflies’ wings on her face. “I always have. You know that don’t you?”
She nodded, eyes tightly closed to hold back tears. She had always known it. She had always had his heart and he had hers. From childhood games to teenage angst to the grief of a lost love, her love, her body, her soul all belonged to one man.
“Say the words, Joey.” His voice was low and rough.
She took a short breath her toes curling against his legs as she begged him with her body to take her, to make her whole.
“I belong to you,” she whispered. A single hot tear worked its way free and slid down her temple into her hair.
“Now tell me you love me. I need to hear the words.”
Joey felt like her heart was being squeezed. Emotions from terror to elation raced through her body. Her mind had given up its hold on the situation a long time ago. It was just her heart and her gut.
Jax pressed his hips into her and the broad, smooth tip of his erection was encircled by her wet entrance. “Say it.”
“I love you, Jax. I love you. I love you,” she chanted the words until, with a single powerful thrust, he was inside her. Filling her, loving her, branding her.
A cry rose from her throat. She didn’t know what it meant that the words she’d guarded for so long had been ripped free. She only knew that he was with her, as close as two people could be. Bonded by a need so great it could destroy them if they weren’t careful.
She opened her eyes to look at him to see what her words had done to him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw set. Steeped in pleasure and purpose, he began to move in her. And when his lashes fluttered up, when those cool gray eyes looked into the depths of her soul, she knew. She knew what it was like to be loved, to be worshipped.
Tears fell unbound as he slid out slowly, achingly before he glided back in filling her to the hilt. He set the pace, a slow and steady climb up into the stars.
She could already feel the quickening inside her. The flutter signaling her release, her surrender to his body. Her heart had already surrendered.
“I love you,” she whispered, the words unbidden this time, and stroked her hands up his back. Saw his eyes go glassy, saw his throat work against the strain of emotion.
Joey was vulnerable and open, stripped bare for him. Never before had she been this raw. Never before had she welcomed the exposure of being completely real and free.
His thumb brushed her trembling lower lip before his fingers dove into her hair. “My beautiful, Joey.” He sent her over the edge with another measured thrust and as the pleasure of the moment clawed its way out of her throat in a scream, she felt him stiffen, heard him groan on his own release. They moved together, her release draining his, until there was nothing left but them and the stars in the night sky behind them.
25
“Wake up, baby. It’s time to get up.” Jax’s voice sounded like it was coming from a hundred miles away rather than the pillow next to her head.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She opened one eye suspiciously. “We don’t have to be there until six tonight, right?”
“Yeah, but we have to get you a dress. Besides, it’s like ten o’clock eastern time.”
“I’m on vacation. Vacation means not getting up until at least eleven,” she said, her voice muffled by pillow. “A good boyfriend would know that.”
