Page 70 of The Last Second Chance
Waffles had picked his way through the debris—a broom and dustpan weren’t going to cut it—and was flopped on his back offering his belly to Jax for scratches.
She handed Jax a glass and, against her better judgment, snagged his shirt. She pulled it over her head and settled on the floor against the couch, just out of his reach.
Jax raised up on an elbow and studied her.
Whether it was from the bite of bourbon, the warmth of the fire, or the heat from his gaze, Joey felt immune to the winter’s chill. He was staring at her and she let him, meeting his gaze with a calm that she didn’t feel inside. His eyes were darker here in the firelight. He had two days worth of stubble that gave him that devilish, dangerous look.
Muscled and lean, just looking at him made her mouth water. He’d filled out more since they’d been together last. His shoulders and chest were broader, but he still hadn’t lost the enviable abs that had the entire female population of their senior class drooling over him at the pool.
Oh, the things he could do with that body.
“You’re staring.” He said it with a quiet smirk.
“Can you blame me?” she rolled her eyes.
“What are you doing all the way over there?”
Joey wriggled her bare toes in the rug. “I’m having a drink with a friend,” she said innocently.
She saw the flare in his eyes and wasn’t sure if it was anger or a challenge.
“Is that what we are?”
“We wouldn’t have done what we just did if we weren’t friendly,” she said mildly.
He moved, quick as a snake and Joey found herself pinned between a naked, hard Jax and the couch. She sat against his thighs with no place to go, no escape to be made.
Waffles scrambled off to the corner and lay down.
“I know what you’re doing, Jojo,” Jax said, his lips nipping at hers.
It was a purely biological response that had her opening for him, melting under him.
“What am I doing?” she murmured. Her lips moving over the sandpaper of his stubble.
“Staying in control.” He whispered his way down her neck. “Setting boundaries.”
He shifted forward and Joey felt his erection, full and hard against her. He was inhuman. It was the only explanation.
“It won’t work, you know.”
“Why not?” she shivered.
“Because I want more, Joey. I’m not settling for a friendly roll in the hay. I want it all.”
Using his hand, he guided the head of his shaft between her thighs. She tried to smother the gasp that tore past her lips at the intimate contact.
“I told you what I wanted,” she said, a touch of panic in her tone.
“And I appreciate your honesty. Now I’m returning the favor.” He flexed his hips and the tip of his cock breeched her entrance.
Joey’s breath was coming in short gasps. A need so fierce it threatened to choke her clawed its way up her throat.
“I came back for you, Jojo. I wasted too many years. I’m not wasting any more. I’m yours and I’m not going to stop until you’re mine.”
“I don’t want that, any of that,” Joey whispered.
“I know, baby,” Jax said, resting his forehead on hers. His breath was ragged. “But you deserve everything and I’m not letting you settle.”
