Chapter 4 Jax
JAX
It isn’t fair of me to ask it. It isn’t honorable for me to put her in this position, knowing she’s going to have to leave and go home as soon as her parents finish packing up their house. It isn’t right to want this right now.
But I’m a selfish bastard who’s fantasized about having her in my arms, of having her like this for so long, that I don’t know how I could physically let her go right now, even if I tried.
And I don’t want to try.
Not when she sags back against me, her body trembling, my cock hardening against her lush ass, and she reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair, clutching the back of my head.
She needs this.
Needs me.
As badly as I do her.
I feather my lips along the column of her neck again, savoring the salty taste of her skin and the light floral scent that clings to her, the one I always smelled in my dreams about her over the years.
Every fiber of my being wants to devour this woman, wants to take her in and never let her go.
My breath flutters the hair around her ear. “Please, Rae…”
Her fingers tighten in my locks, and I slide my hand to the hem of her shirt and under it, splaying my palm across her stomach. She shudders against me again, then twists in my embrace to loop her arms around my neck and press her lips to mine.
Just like that night…everything around us fades away the moment our lips touch.
The hundreds of people milling around on my land just outside this thicket.
The ten years of time and hundreds of miles of distance between us.
All the things we never said to each other back then.
All of it vanishes as our mouths move together, as we share air and breath and the things we won’t admit with words.
I grip her hips and lift her easily to wrap her legs around my waist, stepping forward to rest her ass on the back of the couch. It puts her in the perfect position to grind her core against my length.
“Fuck…” I groan, tugging her even tighter to me, wishing I could simultaneously speed this up and make it slow down to last forever.
Rae moans into my mouth, rubbing herself along me, angling her hips so the head of my cock catches along the seam of her slit. Her nails scrape on the back of my neck, and I reluctantly tear my mouth away from hers long enough to grab the hem of her shirt and tug it up and off her.
I let it fall unceremoniously to the floor, leaving her sitting in front of me, her breasts pushed up in a lacy black bra like an offering from God Himself.
Fuck me…
All the years of fantasizing about this woman were nothing compared to seeing her in the flesh. She was always stunning, even in high school, but her lush body now is the thing of every man’s dreams.
I lightly drag my calloused fingertips along the edge of her bra, and goosebumps pebble across her smooth skin. The juxtaposition of my rough, worked touch against her peachy, flawless beauty robs me of words. But I still try.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Rae. I should have told you that then.”
She reaches up and captures my jaw in her palm, tilting my face until my eyes meet hers again. “We were young and stupid. We should stop apologizing for it.”
A thousand apologies wouldn’t be enough for letting her walk away from me that night, but she’s right. If we keep focusing on what didn’t happen, we won’t be able to concentrate on the now.
I drag her to me and crash my mouth to hers again, relishing a taste that’s all Rae. Everything I ever thought I needed back then and know I need now.
Need but can’t keep.
A woman like Rae doesn’t belong in Hayes Creek, with a rough-handed lumberjack living in a cabin in the woods. But I push away the thought of having to let her go again because if I think about it now, I’ll ruin this moment, our moment, the only one we might ever have.
One Rae seems just as eager to enjoy.
She reaches between us and fumbles for my zipper. Frantic hands finally manage to get it down, and Rae uses her feet to shove my pants to my knees. My cock springs free, and she takes it in her smooth palm.
Fuuuuuucccccccccccccckkkkkk.
I issue a low groan as she strokes me slowly, sending a surge of pleasure coursing through my body, and I drop my forehead against hers.
Holy hell. I won’t be able to last with her touching me like this.
This is supposed to be about me showing her how much I need her, how much she means to me, what I should have done for her the moment she pressed her lips to mine all those years ago.
Not taking from her when she’s already stuck between a rock and a hard place, and I’m already asking the impossible from her.
I step back out of her reach, and her eyes widen slightly, her lips parting in a gasp of surprise.
“Take off your pants, Rae.”
She locks her heated gaze with mine as she slides off the edge of the couch, undoes the buttons, and slowly shimmies out of her jeans, taking her underwear with her.
“Jesus fucking Christ…”
Raelynn Hoover, naked in front of me. If I drop dead at this moment, I could die a happy man, even without ever being inside her, just seeing her like this. A true angel on earth. One I am completely unworthy of.
She kicks off her shoes and tugs her jeans free as I pull mine off, leaving us both fully exposed—in every way.
The years we let pass have given both of us the benefit of losing those reservations that held us back.
All that’s left is to take what we want and feel, all the things we wouldn’t let ourselves have back then.
I glide my fingertips up her thighs and lift her again to hug her legs around my waist. A more patient man would take her to the bedroom, but instead, I turn and push her back against the log wall of the cabin.
A little groan falls from her lips as she glides her slick core along my length. “What are you doing?”
“The bedroom’s too far away.” I kiss her again. “I need to taste you.” Kiss. “Now.” Kiss. “I need to hear and feel you come.”
She frantically buries her hands in my hair, clinging to me, moving her lips over mine, desperate for the same thing I am. But I tear my mouth from hers and lift her. She issues a little yelp as I settle her thighs on my shoulders and bury my face between her legs.
“Holy fuck, Jax…”
It comes out on a gasp, and my tongue finds her core slick, hot, and ready for me.
“Fucking hell, Rae.”
I probe inside her, gliding my tongue along every inch of her, devouring her arousal as she digs her nails into the back of my head and tightens her thighs around my neck.
“I’m not going to stop until you’re snapping my fucking neck with these beautiful legs. You hear me?”
Rae doesn’t respond, so I slap my palm against the outside of her thigh, and she jerks against me, grinding her cunt against my face even harder.
Fucking suffocate me, woman.
I grin against her wet flesh and continue to eat her like the starved man I have been for her for all these years. Her thighs tense, and her body trembles under my arm pinning her against the wall.
She’s close.
My cock throbs to be buried inside her, to have this scalding heat wrapped around it, clutching at me, bringing me to release, but I want her to come down my throat more.
I slide my other hand up to slip two fingers deep inside her. She gasps as I suck her clit between my lips and probe, curling and pushing on exactly that right spot.
Her mouth falls open on a silent gasp, and she rolls her hips against my face, tightening her thighs even more around me. “Jax, I’m going to come.”
“Do it,” I mutter the words against her flesh and bite down on her clit, then suck hard.
She bucks her hips and twists so hard, it feels like my neck might fucking snap. And it’s exactly what I wanted—her giving herself over to me the way I wish she could have that night, the way I wish she would every night since then.
Raelynn Hoover is the most beautiful and perfect woman on this fucking planet, and I let her go once. I’m not going to do it again. At least, not until I’ve done everything I can to prove that she belongs here with me like this.
If it takes all fucking day, this woman is going to crumble in my arms until I’m the only one who can put her back together again.