Chapter 11
LEESA
The cabin’s wooden beams glow warm and familiar in the golden light of early evening. I’m still floating from our conversation earlier, the words lingering in my chest like a spark ready to catch fire.
Jax held my hand on the drive back, his thumb tracing slow circles on my skin.
Now, as he holds the door open for me, his intense gaze meets mine, and a shiver runs through me.
The cabin feels different tonight. It’s not just a place of refuge anymore. The Lodge is going to be— is now —my home. My heart beats faster, anticipation curling through me.
“What was so important?” I ask, turning to him with a teasing smile.
Jax steps closer, his boots scuffing softly against the wooden floor. “This.”
Jax kisses me, and suddenly, there’s nothing else in the world. Our kiss is tender for a moment, and then I open my mouth to him, his tongue probing and demanding. I moan as my body responds with a deep, erotic ache. I’ve been attracted to him since he found me, and I’m done fighting it, done doubting if it’s real. It is real. We are real.
I gasp as his hands slide to my waist and down to my ass. His strong hands grip my cheeks and pull me tight against his body. My fingers find the rough texture of his flannel shirt, gripping it as the room tilts around us. He grinds his hips against me, his hard, thick length pressing against my stomach.
“Leesa,” Jax murmurs, his voice rough and low. He runs his fingers through my hair, and I instinctively push my head into his hands. “I’ve wanted this for so long. From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you would be mine.”
My heart clenches, joy and longing surging through me. “Jax,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Show me.”
His lips claim mine again, and there’s no hesitation this time. The passion of our kiss is a fire that burns away every doubt, every fear. My entire body vibrates with a hunger that makes me realize I never knew what desire was until I met Jax. It’s like a switch has been flipped inside me, and a new, more profound level of need is activated. I’m scared by the intensity of my feelings, but I’m more scared of shying away and not experiencing this.
My hands find the hem of his tshirt, and he helps me pull it off. The sight of him takes my breath away—all muscled strength and scars. I trace each mark with my fingertips, leaning forward and gently kissing the slightly raised skin.
When he undresses me, it’s with aching tenderness. Each newly revealed inch of skin gets kissed, caressed, worshipped. I arch beneath his touch, lost in the sensations he’s creating. I want to be consumed by him.
“Jax,” I gasp as his hands and mouth work magic on my body. “Please.”
He raises his head to look at me, and the love in his eyes makes my heart skip. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You,” I manage. “Just you.”
I’ve never felt so completely cherished, desired, or beautiful.
The quilt on his bed crumples beneath us as he lays me down, his weight settling over me in a way that’s protective and thrilling. His lips trail along my jaw, down my neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. He pauses, his breath warm against my collarbone, and I can feel the restraint in him, the way he’s holding himself back.
“Jax,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair. “I need to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck. Leesa…” Jax groans as he stands and quickly undresses. His thick cock springs up, and I bite my lip when I see how big he is. This is going to be so much fun…
He groans softly, the sound vibrating through me, and any lingering hesitation melts away. His hands roam my body like he’s memorizing every curve, every soft gasp and shiver. I surrender completely, knowing that I’ve finally met a man who deserves me and whose love I crave.
My fingers tremble as I explore him, my palms mapping the ridges of his chest and the taut lines of his abdomen. Every scar is a story that I can’t wait to learn. I lift my head up and acknowledge each one with a lingering kiss. Beneath my touch, his muscles flex. His masculine scent wraps around me, intoxicating me and increasing my need for him.
Jax moves his body and lowers his head to my breast, taking my nipple between his lips and sucking hard, the tip of his tongue teasing and teasing me.
“Yes,” I moan, running my fingers through Jax’s light hair. My body arches and squirms under him, my core slick and ready for him. A fire of hungry need burns across my skin.
Jax moves his hands lower on my body, his thumbs pressing slow, deliberate circles that send shockwaves through me. My breathing hitches as he moves lower, tracing the curve of my stomach, then going lower and dipping into my molten heat. Jax lifts his head to kiss my mouth, then moves his mouth to brush against the sensitive hollow of my throat. My heart races as I pull Jax down over my body.
“I need you,” I moan, my hands reaching down to stroke Jax’s gloriously thick length. He twitches in my hand, his precum slick against my fingers. I spread my legs and lift my hips for him. “I need to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck,” Jax looks at me, his eyes wild and glazed. His gaze is a worship I’ve never known and didn’t think I could deserve. He cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheek as though memorizing the moment, and kisses me deeply, his tongue coaxing mine in a sensual dance. He lowers his hips over mine, his thick cock bumping against my slick and aching core. I arch my hips higher, desperate to feel every inch of him deep inside of me. The pressure of his hips against mine is maddening, exquisite tease.
I cry out when Jax enters me. I feel myself stretch to his size and roll my hips so he can go deeper. “More,” I moan, my body shuddering.
“Tell me if I’m too much,” Jax says, looking into my eyes. He plunges deep inside me and for a moment, it’s almost too much, but then I adjust. “Leesa…”
My name on his lips makes me feel more alive than I ever have. “Take me, Jax,” I urge.
Jax claims my mouth in a deep, powerful kiss as he picks up the pace, his cock thrusting deeper and harder into me. I gasp as I move against him, and moan louder when we find our rhythm.
His body molds to mine, his heat and strength surrounding me. I gasp as his fingers skim down my sides, my body lighting up with every featherlight touch. He slides a hand to the curve of my hip, guiding me, aligning us in a way that lets him move deeper inside of me.
“I want to watch you,” Jax groans, wrapping his arms around me and flipping me so that I’m on top.
I look down at Jax, this man who has captured my heart and love so quickly, and place my hands on his chest to steady myself.
“You like watching me like this?” I ask, biting my lip as I seat myself on his thick cock fully and riding him slowly. I try to move slowly and enjoy this, but Jax grips my hips and raises his head to suck on my breasts and lavish attention on them. His tongue is rough against my nipples and the heat in my core becomes more demanding.
My hips move faster and faster, taking Jax deeper and fully as he lifts his hips in time to my movements. My orgasm builds faster than I realize, and I scream Jax’s name as I explode over his cock, my hot juices covering him.
Jax grabs my hips, his movements forceful and frantic as he plunges into me. I grind down onto him, my orgasm taking my breath away as I come with a breathtaking intensity. Waves of pleasure crash over me, pulling me under and carrying me higher than I’ve ever known. My body thrashes above Jax and I lower myself so we’re chest to chest. I let go of everything except the love we’ve vowed to each other, and I give myself to Jax. In his arms, I am whole.
Jax thrusts hard and deep inside of me, then an animal sound erupts from him.
“Leesa!” Jax holds me tightly against his chest as he comes inside me. His body twitches under mine and we’re both grinning when we roll over to face each other. “You are amazing.”
“You’re not too shabby yourself,” I say, reaching up and stroking his beard. He tilts his head toward me, eyes half-lowered. Jax looks more relaxed and content than I’ve ever seen him. I’m beyond happy that I inspire this in him. I want to make him happy for the rest of our lives.
We lie tangled in each other’s arms, the room quiet except for the sound of our breathing. My head rests on his chest, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath my ear. His hand strokes my back in lazy circles, his touch as soothing as it is possessive.
“I love you,” he says, his voice soft but sure.
I lift my head to look at him, my heart swelling with a happiness so profound that it takes my breath away. “I love you too.”
His smile is slow and sweet, a glimpse filled with vulnerability and love. “You’re my woman, Leesa. I’m never letting you go.”
Tears blur my vision as I press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “And you’re my man. You’re never getting rid of me.”
He pulls me closer, his arms tightening around me like he’s afraid to let go. In Jax’s arm, I know I’ve found my home for my heart. For the first time, I am absolutely sure that I’m truly loved.
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