33. Thirty-Three
THIRTY-THREE
H arley
Jax drops both our bags in front of his dresser as he kicks his door shut. From the second he pulled into the garage, he’s followed me with a heated stare and the sexiest smirk playing at the corners of his lips. That look alone has me clenching my thighs from the need that’s building deep within me.
I take one step back, only for him to take two steps forward. With each one I take, he continues to close the distance between us. My heart thrums in my ears, distracting me from what I know is going to happen tonight.
My thighs touch the mattress, and as I scoot into the center of the bed, Jax presses a knee into the plush material. I stare up at him, hearing his words from a week ago play through my head.
You crave the chase, doe eyes.
He was so damned right about that.
My blood pumps through my veins with every hard beat of my heart as he crawls until he’s hovering over me. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want him. I don’t know how he managed to flip the script on me so quickly.
One second we’re busy competing for the top spot in the academic ladder, and the next I’m ready to let him strip every first from me. From that very first kiss to now, he’s had me in the palm of his hand.
Jax’s hands press into the mattress on either side of my head. He brackets me in, his scent surrounding me in the most intoxicating way. His hair falls over his forehead, and regardless of how ridiculous the faded pink looks, he takes my breath away.
I stare up at him, dragging my tongue across my bottom lip before pinning it between my teeth. His eyes track the movement, nostrils flaring as he expels a slow breath. He’s waiting for the green light from me. His unending patience has been the one thing I’ve held onto every step of the way.
If I put a stop to this, he wouldn’t even bat an eye. That small bit of knowledge only makes me want him more. Even as my breaths come fast and my heart tries to make the greatest escape of the decade, I know I want this.
And as if he sees the certainty in my gaze, his mouth comes crashing down onto mine. My lips part beneath his and he groans softly as his tongue slides against mine. Bringing my leg up, I link it around his hip and pull him down into me. Just the feel of his body against mine makes me dizzy.
He slows the kiss, his tongue caressing mine one last time before he pulls away. I open my eyes, meeting his dark stare. His eyes pass over my face. I watch as his brows pull together before he swipes his thumb over my bottom lip.
“It doesn’t hurt,” I admit.
His eyes flick up to mine again, a small smile spreading across his face. “Who would’ve thought you’d be so scrappy?”
I shrug and murmur, “Who would’ve thought that I’d end up changing schools just to discover that I was exactly where I was meant to be?”
The smile on his face grows until he flashes a heart stopping smile. “Damn fucking right you belong here, Davidson.” He presses a kiss to my lips before moving to my jaw. “Wondered how long it was going to take you to figure that one out.”
Tilting my head to the side, he takes the hint and moves down my neck. With each press of his lips, I grow desperate for more. I reach down, slipping my hands beneath his shirt and dragging it up his chest.
He pushes up onto his knees and sits back. With one hand, he reaches up and pulls his shirt over his head. His body is vastly different from mine. Hidden beneath the black and gray ink that covers his skin are muscles upon muscles. Each one carved to complete perfection.
Jax holds his hand out to me. Placing my palm in his, I let him lift me up. I grab the hem of his jersey with both hands and pull it over my head. I repeat the action with the white t-shirt I wore beneath it, loving the way his nostrils flare at the red clearly visible through the fabric.
The red bodysuit disappears into my jeans. The lace leaves little to the imagination. It clings to my skin, and his eyes follow the dip between my breasts all the way down to the bottom of my ribcage.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters under his breath.
“Thought you might like this one,” I say breathlessly.
“Understatement of the year,” he murmurs as I pop the button on my jeans.
His eyes don’t leave my hand as I lower my zipper. The rise and fall of his chest stops completely when I slip my jeans past my hips. I watch his gaze bounce between the two garters around my thighs. It’d be almost comical if I wasn’t so turned on by the way he looks at me.
He traces the edge of the lace that circles my right thigh. The rough pad of his finger has goosebumps erupting across my skin. The corner of his mouth lifts and he drags his eyes up the length of my body before locking with mine.
Jax drags his hands up to my hips and flips me over onto my stomach all in the same breath. I squeak in surprise, only for it to turn into a moan as he kneads both my cheeks with his hands. With every swipe of his thumbs beneath the curve of my ass, I feel myself grow wetter. When his teeth drag down my spine, I grip the comforter in my fists.
“Zayden,” I say his name under my breath, not entirely sure if it’s a curse or a plea.
His answering chuckle has me thinking it’s a little of both. I can’t see him from this position, but I can feel and hear everything. Each drag of his palms on my skin lights a fire in my core. And when his fingers slip between my thighs, the low rumble of his appreciating growl has my eyes fluttering shut.
“Always so fucking wet for me, doe eyes,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe, arching my body as he barely brushes my clit.
Jax drags his nose across my skin, inhaling deep before murmuring, “You smell amazing.”
His teeth graze my shoulder. He’s winding me up, coiling the need to feel him inside of me tighter and tighter. My mind spins with each soft drag of his fingers between my legs. I can’t take much more of the slow torture.
“Please,” I whine, trying to get more friction from his fingers by grinding my hips into the mattress.
“Look at you, so fucking desperate for me.” Jax brings his lips to my ear again, nipping at the lobe before whispering, “ I love it. ”
He flips me back over, forcing the air from my lungs as my back hits the mattress. His eyes take me in one last time before he moves off the bed. He opens the drawer of his nightstand, pulling a foil packet out as he slides the button through the hole on his jeans. I watch him lower the zipper, the sound filling the silence in the room. When he hooks his thumbs beneath the band of his briefs, my mouth goes dry with each inch of skin that’s revealed as he strips out of the last bit of clothing.
I’ve seen him naked a number of times at this point, but this time it’s different. As he crawls back to his place on the bed, I drag my gaze up his chest and to his face. His eyes lock with mine and he settles himself between my spread legs.
He strokes my hair away from my face, his touch so different from anything I’ve ever known. “You sure about this?”
I nod and admit, “Never been so sure about anything in my life.”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “I’ll go slow, and if it hurts, tell me to stop.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
Jax lifts the condom to his mouth and rips the foil open with his teeth. I watch as he rolls it down his length, mentally preparing myself for the way he’s going to stretch me open in a few moments. I anticipate his fingers to pull the fabric of my bodysuit to the side, my mind starting to play out every move to come after the condom is on. So when his lips start to trail across my collar bone, I let out a shocked breath.
His fingers drag the strap off my shoulder and he follows the path with his lips. My body sinks into the mattress, loving the feel of his mouth on my skin. When his teeth scrape my nipple through the lace, a quiet moan passes through my parted lips.
The cool air kisses my skin when he pulls the cup down, freeing my breast from the lace cup. Not even a breath later, he draws my nipple between his lips. My back arches from the bed and another moan vibrates my chest.
I’m aware of him stripping the bodysuit off of me as he starts to divide his attention between both of my breasts. With every scrape of his teeth on my skin, I feel my body move closer and closer to that delicate line he likes to toe when it comes to my pleasure. The one that has me just out of reach of my orgasm. It’s as maddening as it is addicting.
He has me so distracted by the feel of his mouth on my nipples, I barely register the feel of his cock sliding between my legs. He drags the head through my wetness before slowly inching in. I wait for the pain to follow the stretch as he pushes inside of me, but instead all I feel is an unimaginable fullness.
When he’s buried to the hilt, he presses his forehead to the center of my chest. His shoulders rise and fall with every breath he takes. I drag my hand through his hair, loving the feel of it between my fingers.
With a shaky exhale, he lifts his head. He pins me with those dark eyes, his pupils blown wide, making them look almost entirely black. Sliding one hand beneath his pillows, I cup his face with my free hand.
“Still with me?” I ask gently.
He squeezes his eyes shut and breathes before pulling out and sliding back in. I sigh at the feel of him stretching me with the slow pump of his hips. This time there’s a small burn, but not enough to take away from how good he feels.
“I’m good,” he says through clenched teeth, his eyes still shut tight.
I grip my hand around the handle of the knife. My heart starts to pound in my chest as I pull it from beneath the pillow and flip it open. The soft click has Jax opening his eyes just in time to find me sliding the sharp blade just beneath my collar bone.
The whites of his eyes turning as dark as the night sky distracts me from the pain from the blade piercing my skin. He holds his breath, gaze glued to where the blood pools from the shallow cut I made. Whatever small bit of control he has left slips away.
His tongue drags across his bottom lip before his eyes flick up to mine. The pure need staring down at me takes my breath away. It makes me ravenous for more.
“Do it,” I whisper. “You’ve claimed me in every other way, Zayden. Now all you have to do is mark me.”
He huffs out a short breath, his lips slightly parted as he blinks once, twice. Then his mouth drags across the cut in my skin, making black spots cloud my vision and my entire body go numb.