Chapter 7 Jax
JAX
The way Sloane is looking at me right now, like she wants to devour me and is terrified of it at the same time, will be my undoing.
“What does fun mean?” she asks, biting that bottom lip, and I want to lean over and bite it for her.
“Oh, so many things,” I tell her, letting my voice drop to that low register I know affects her.
I’ve seen the way she responds when I use it.
The way her pupils dilate. The way her breathing changes.
She’s sitting on the couch, those dark eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and I can see her pulse jumping in her throat.
She wants this. Wants me. And fuck, I want her so badly I can barely think straight.
But I need to ensure she understands what I’m offering.
“Look, Sloane,” I start, shifting on the couch to face her fully.
Our knees touch again. “You just got out of a nine-year relationship with a guy who made you feel like you weren’t enough.
Who blamed you for his own shitty choices.
” She nods, not looking away from me. “And I’m guessing sex with him was .
..” I pause, watching her face. “Predictable? Safe? Probably more about him than you?” Her cheeks redden further, and that’s all the answer I need.
“So, here’s what I’m thinking,” I continue, leaning in closer, close enough that I can see the flecks of chocolate in her obsidian eyes.
“We’re stuck here. Storm’s not letting up.
We’re attracted to each other ...” This makes her smile.
“And you deserve to feel good. To be worshipped. To remember what it’s like when someone actually gives a damn about your pleasure. ”
Her breath hitches. “Jax ...”
“No strings,” I say firmly. “No expectations. No pressure. Just two adults who want each other, stuck in a cabin, with nothing but time.” I reach out and trace my finger along her jaw, and watch her eyes flutter.
“I’ll show you exactly how beautiful you are.
How much you deserve. And when the roads clear and we go our separate ways, you’ll leave here knowing exactly what you’re worth. ”
“That’s ...” She swallows hard. “That’s a pretty good sales pitch.”
I grin. “I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”
“There’s a good part?”
“Sloane.” I let my hand slide from her jaw down to her neck, feeling her pulse racing under my palm.
“I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll forget your own name.
Forget his name. The only name you’ll remember is mine.
” The sound she makes, half gasp, half moan, goes straight to my dick.
“So,” I murmur, my thumb stroking the soft skin of her throat.
“What do you say? Want to have some fun?” She stares at me for a long moment, and I can see the war happening behind her eyes.
Fear and desire. Hesitation and need. Please say yes, I’ll make you feel so good.
Then she leans forward, closing the distance between us, and whispers, “Show me.”
Fuck.
I don’t need to be told twice. I close the final inches between us and capture her mouth with mine.
Not gentle like last night. Not tentative.
This is claiming. This is possession. This is me showing her exactly what I’ve been holding back.
She gasps against my mouth, and I take advantage, sliding my tongue past her lips, tasting coffee and something sweet that’s just her.
Her hands come up to grip my shirt, and I feel her nails dig in even through the fabric.
Good. I want her marks on me. I slide my hand from her throat to the back of her neck, angling her head so I can deepen the kiss.
She responds immediately, pressing closer, making these little desperate sounds that drive me insane.
When I finally pull back, we’re both breathing hard.
“Bedroom,” I growl.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I stand up and hold out my hand. She takes it without hesitation, and I pull her up and against me. She’s so much smaller than me, soft where I’m hard, and the contrast makes something primal roar in my chest.
Mine.
No. She’s yours just for now, just for the storm. I push that thought away and focus on the woman in my arms.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I tell her, even though it might kill me if she does.
She looks up at me, those dark eyes fierce. “I’m not changing my mind. I want this. I want you.”
“Good.” I bend down and scoop her up, making her yelp in surprise. “Because I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I saw you.”
“You have?” she asks as I carry her toward the bedroom.
“The moment you rolled down the window on your car and gave me sass.” I push the bedroom door open with my shoulder and carry her inside.
The bed is still unmade from this morning, blankets tangled, and I deposit her right in the middle of it.
She looks up at me, hair spread across the pillow, chest rising and falling rapidly, and I have to take a moment to just appreciate the picture she makes.
“You’re staring,” she says, but there’s no self-consciousness in her voice, just heat.
“Getting my fill,” I tell her, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside.
Her eyes widen as she takes in my chest, my abs, and I see her hands twitch like she wants to touch.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. Touch all you want.” She doesn’t need more encouragement.
Her hands come up to my chest, fingers splaying wide, exploring.
Her touch is tentative at first, then bolder, tracing the lines of muscle, the ridges of my abs.
“You’re ...” She trails off, biting that lip again.
“I’m what?”
“Unfairly hot,” she admits. “Like, stupidly attractive. It’s actually annoying.”
I laugh and lean down, caging her in with my arms. “You want to know what’s annoying? You. In those leggings. In that shirt. Walking around smelling like vanilla and looking at me like you want to climb me like a tree.”
“I do want to climb you like a tree,” she admits breathlessly.
“Later,” I promise. “Right now, I’m in charge.”
Her pupils dilate at that, and I file that information away.
She likes it when I take control. Good to know.
I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring.
My hands find the hem of her shirt, and I break the kiss just long enough to pull it over her head.
She’s wearing a simple black bra underneath, nothing fancy, but the way it cups her breasts makes my mouth water.
“Gorgeous,” I murmur, trailing kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. “Absolutely gorgeous.” Her hands are in my hair now, gripping tight, and I love the slight sting of it. I work my way lower, kissing across the tops of her breasts, feeling her arch into me.
“Jax,” she gasps. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I ask against her skin.
“More. I need more.”
“Patience, sweetheart.” I reach around and unhook her bra with one hand, pulling it away, and tossing it aside. “I’m going to take my time with you.”
And I do. I worship her with my mouth and hands, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her arch off the bed.
I’m thorough and deliberate, mapping every inch of her like I’m memorizing it.
Her leggings come off next, then her underwear, until she’s completely bare beneath me while I’m still wearing my jeans.
“Not fair.” She pants, tugging at my waistband.
“Life’s not fair,” I tease, but I take pity on her and stand up long enough to strip off the rest of my clothes. When I come back to bed, she’s staring at me with wide eyes, and I see the moment her gaze drops lower and her breath catches.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
I grin. “Are you okay there?”
“You’re ... that’s ...” She shakes her head. “I need a minute to process.”
“Take all the time you need,” I tell her, settling between her legs. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name.”
The look she gives me is pure fire. “Big talk, mister.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” I lean down and kiss her, slow and deep. “I always back up my talk.”
And then I proceed to show her exactly what I mean.
I work my way down her body, taking my time, building her up slowly.
Every kiss, every touch, every whispered word is designed to drive her higher.
She’s responsive, so damn responsive, arching and gasping and saying my name like a prayer.
When I finally settle between her thighs, she’s already trembling.
“Jax,” she gasps. “You don’t have to …”
“I want to,” I cut her off. “Trust me, Sloane. I really, really want to.” I put my mouth on her, and she stops talking entirely.
She tastes perfect, sweet and all her, and the sounds she makes as I work her with my tongue are the hottest things I’ve ever heard.
I take my time, learning what she likes, what drives her crazy, what makes her grip the sheets and arch off the bed.
“Oh God,” she moans. “Oh God, Jax, I’m …”
“That’s it,” I murmur against her. “Let go, sweetheart. Come for me.” And she does, beautifully, crying out my name as she shatters. I don’t stop, drawing it out, making her ride the wave until she’s boneless and panting. Only then do I kiss my way back up her body, settling over her.
“Holy shit,” she breathes, staring up at me with dazed eyes. “That was ...”
“Just the warm-up,” I tell her with a grin.
Her eyes go wide. “Warm-up?”
“Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.” I reach over to the nightstand where I’d stashed my wallet earlier. Thank fuck I have a condom in there. “Unless you need a break?”
She shakes her head quickly. “No break. Definitely no break.”
I tear open the packet and roll it on, then settle back between her legs. She’s watching me with those dark eyes, trust and desire mixing together. “Are you sure?” I ask one more time, even though I’m aching to be inside her.
“So sure,” she whispers, reaching up to pull me down for a kiss.
I position myself and then slowly, carefully, push inside. She’s tight and hot and perfect, and the sound she makes, half gasp, half moan, nearly undoes me right there.
“Fuck,” I groan against her neck. “You feel incredible.”
“You’re so ...” She trails off as I push deeper. “So big. I need ... give me a second.”
“Take all the time you need,” I tell her, holding still even though every instinct is screaming at me to move. “I’ve got you.”
She takes a shaky breath, then another, and I feel her body adjust, accept.
When she finally rocks her hips up, I take that as my cue.
I start slow, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, setting a steady rhythm.
But slow doesn’t last long. Not with the way she’s responding, wrapping her legs around my waist, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“More.” She gasps. “Jax, please, more.”
And I give her everything. Every ounce of desire I’ve been holding back. Every bit of want that’s been building since last night’s kiss. I drive into her harder, deeper, and she takes it all, crying out and clinging to me.
“That’s it,” I growl in her ear. “Take it, sweetheart. Take everything I’ve got.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, God, yes …”
I can feel her getting close again, her body tightening around me, and I reach between us to help her over the edge.
“Come for me again,” I command. “Let me feel it.”
She explodes around me, crying out my name, and the sensation is so intense that I follow her over, burying myself deep as I come hard.
For a long moment, we just lay there, breathing hard, tangled together. Finally, I lift my head and look down at her. Her hair is a mess, her lips are swollen, and she’s never looked more beautiful. “So,” I say, still breathless. “How was that for fun?”
She laughs, the sound turning into a satisfied sigh. “That was ... yeah. That was pretty fun.”
“Pretty fun?” I raise an eyebrow. “Just pretty fun?”
“Okay, fine.” She grins up at me. “That was incredible. Mind-blowing. Life-changing. Better?”
“Much better.” I roll off her and dispose of the condom, then pull her against my side. She snuggles in immediately, her head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine.
“Jax?” she says after a moment.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
I kiss the top of her head. “For what?”
“For making me feel ...” She trails off, then tries again. “For making me feel like I’m worth something. That I’m desirable. That I’m ... enough.”
My chest tightens. “Sloane, you are enough. More than enough. That asshole ex of yours is an idiot for not seeing it.”
She’s quiet for a moment. “I think I’m starting to believe that.”
“Good.” I tighten my arm around her. “Because it’s true.”
We lay there in comfortable silence, the sound of the wind and snow outside a distant backdrop. The cabin is warm, the bed is comfortable, and Sloane is soft and perfect in my arms.
“So,” she says eventually, trailing her fingers across my chest. “What’s next on this fun agenda of yours?”
I grin. “Well, I was thinking we could take a break. Maybe get some food. Build up our energy.”
“Build up our energy for what?”
“Round two.” I roll over, pinning her beneath me, loving the way her eyes go dark with renewed desire. “And three. And four. We’ve got all day, sweetheart, and I plan to make very good use of it.”
Her answering smile is wicked. “I like the way you think.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
And I proceed to show her exactly what I mean.
Again, and again ….