Page 81 of Cadence

I swallow down the need to yell at him to shut the hell up and be inside me already, but I’m not losing this one. “Maybe you’re not as good as you think you are.”

For a moment, Jax’s eyes widen and his mouth curves into a smile. “Challenge accepted.”

I watch in disbelief as he walks out of the room, enjoying the view of his tight ass. Where the hell is he going? Jax reappears with a square silver packet and waves it at me. My chest and stomach tighten in anticipation, but I hang onto my nonchalant aura despite my shaking arms.

“You can stop this Miss In Control bullshit, Tegan, because I’m not stopping until you scream my name.” He rolls the condom onto himself as he kneels between my legs at the edge of the bed. “You have no idea what you’ve done by teasing me.”

I anticipated him moving to the next base, but Jax drags my legs over his shoulders. “Jax Lewis moves, huh?” he asks, looking up at me from between them.

Before I can come up with a retort, Jax presses his mouth back on my sensitive flesh and I grip the edge of the sheets as he thrusts his fingers back inside me. His tongue skillfully strokes and teases, as he sucks on my clit until I’m heading upwards again. This man can do things with his tongue I never imagined possible, each stroke pushing me further into a natural high, driving me out of my mind, and craving one thing. More. Him. Everything.

Jax drags me to the blinding edge, burying his face further between my legs; his day’s growth scratches, the harsh contrast to the soft adding to my arousal. The noises I’m suppressing escape, giving Jax the clues he needs and he stops again.

“Fuck!” I half-shout at him.

“Was that a complaint or a command?” He nudges my flesh with his nose and I swear I hear him chuckle.

“Don’t tease me,” I say. “Please. I didn’t do this to you!”

My whole body trembles with the need for him to bring me to the orgasm he keeps dangling out of reach.

One day, in the not too distant future, Jax is going to regret this.

Without another word, he returns to his teasing, this time pressing harder against me, the rhythm of his tongue, and fingers against the soft spot inside, drag me into an intensity I’ve never experienced. Blood roars through my ears, my vision blackens, and at that moment, I’ve lost the game. The orgasm shatters me, body and soul; I lose control and half-scream his name as I come.

“Fuck!” I shout again, and he laughs, as my body screams for more. “Inside me. Now.”

Jax doesn’t need asking twice and I’m still sky-high on the bliss as the hard tip of him pushes against my slick centre. He rocks against me, pushing slowly, and I inhale, wriggling against him. Jax fills me, setting new tingles in my belly as his movement pushes me back toward the height I was sure I’d moved away from. I’m lost again, beneath Jax’s hard body, as he grips my ass and thrusts deep. “So fucking tight,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Jax pushes himself up and our eyes meet again, trapped in our world of pleasure. Tenderness crosses his face for a moment as he strokes a strand of hair from my damp face until I tighten around him again, and he closes his eyes, mouth parting with pleasure of his own. He sinks onto me, gripping my hips hard as he gathers pace, seeking his own release. I dig my fingers into his ass and stare at this glorious man who in twenty minutes has given me more pleasure than I’ve had from a guy in my whole life.

I’m never letting Jax go. I’ll fight to make this man mine.

Our bodies slide together, my nipples rubbing against his chest, as if any more pleasure is needed here. I start murmuring his name beneath my breath, swearing as I come again, more powerfully than before. I’m barely aware of anything apart from Jax’s moan as he pulses inside me and settles on my chest, showering my face with kisses.

Jax lifts his head. I smile and trace his swollen lips with my fingers. “Almost made me scream,” I whisper.

“I never said I’d make you scream the first time. I said I wouldn’t stop until you do.” He grins. “We can have more fun that way.”

When Jax disappears into the bathroom, I consider his words as I lie back on the bed, glowing with the heat streaming through my body. He returns and pulls me into his arms and I drag the duvet over us as I snuggle into his chest. We lie together silently, as Jax strokes my hair.

A sudden panic grips my heart. I’ve never had sex with a guy who didn’t tell me he loves me first. In fact, I’ve only slept with with two guys. Sex with Jax blows past experience out of the water and he’s bypassed the words and into my bed.

Worse than that, he’s bypassed the words and imprinted himself onto my heart and soul.

The intense passion and consuming need we create when we’re together has spilled into sex now. Nobody could bring the intensity Jax achieved through a purely physical connection. Could they? I’m pulled into a place I never intended to go and this scares me. Does this go any deeper for Jax than physical pleasure, or is he caught by the intensity too?

25

BERLIN,GERMANY

JAX

“What do they hope to achieve?” I ask. “Don't the so-called fans understand they're pissing me off?”

We sit in a quiet corner, in the bar of the latest hotel, ensconced in yet another meeting with Tina and Riley. A couple of roadies huddle over beers in the opposite corner, chatting loudly; but, in the early afternoon, few other people are here. Tegan twists a glass of orange juice around in her hands. I'm on my third beer.

The day after our photo went viral, Tegan and me had our asses hauled in front of PR and a very pissed off Tina. Following a lecture about our stupidity, we were instructed to keep her in the loop of everything we plan to do — and not to leave the hotel.

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