Jax laughs and tosses the shirt at me. “For you to sleep in.”

Yeah, so not gonna work for me. I move out of the way so the shirt falls to the ground in front of me. I unzip my dress while saying, “Thanks, but I’ll just sleep in what I always do.” I drop the dress to the floor.

Jax’s eyes darken in an instant. He runs a hand through his hair and says through clenched teeth, “Put the shirt on, Ads.”

Aw, he’s serious. How cute.

“Make me,” I taunt.

I step out of my heels and leans over his bed so he has the perfect view of my ass. Keeping my back to him, I start to slide my panties down my legs before sitting on his grey duvet. When I look at Jax, his mouth is securely attached to the floor.

“I sleep naked, but by all means, Jax, put the shirt on me.”

Rubbing both hands roughly down his face he mutters, “Fuck” so quietly I almost don’t hear him. Then he takes three long strides to his bed. Jax wraps his hand around my ankle and drags me to him, making me fall onto my back. He caresses my calfs with his fingertips. His hands don’t roam higher than my knees and his eyes don’t stray from my face. He’s enjoying watching me squirm around, beyond frustrated for relief.

“Someone is overdressed.”

Jax looks down at his open shirt, revealing the sexiest abs in the world that I plan to trace with my tongue shortly. “Well, since you started ripping my clothes off of me, don’t you think you should finish the job?” he asks in that deep bedroom voice of his.

Mmm, just his voice is a turn on. If it wasn’t for the huge tent in his pants, I would hate how much he effects me. It’s painfully obvious what he does to me. As if on cue, his eyes drift from my face to my open thighs. He licks his bottom lip in such a way that I imagine his tongue on my clit.

“Wider,” Jax commands. I obey without any thought.

All of the sudden Jax’s lips are everywhere all at once. I can’t hold back any longer. I moan loudly and thrash against his sheets when his mouth gets dangerously close to my inner thighs.

“Yes . . . Please . . .” I pant when Jax starts to nibble on my inner thighs. He’s so close to my throbbing clit that I can feel his breath on my dripping wet pussy. He’s so close but so far away at the same time.

“No!” I shout, not caring in the least how I sound when Jax dips his tongue in my belly button.

His eyes meet mine. “You want me to stop?”

I can only manage to whimper at him when he starts kissing a path up my body. He misses my aching breast as he makes his way up my neck. He gives special attention to my neck, making me moan embarrassingly louder. He kisses a wet trail of small kisses from my jaw to my mouth. Automatically my hands tangle into his silky hair as he kisses me long and hard.

“I need you,” I whisper into his ear.

“You have me,” he says as his mouth presses to my burning skin.

I moan in protest when he leans off of me and stands. The words die on my suddenly dry lips as I watch him unzip his pants. He pulls them and his briefs down at the same time. My mouth waters at the sight of him.

“Six years has been too long,” I mutter.

He bends down and grabs a condom from the pocket of his discarded pants. My breathing becomes nonexistent as he rolls it onto his impressive length. Is it possible that he’s gotten bigger? How is he going to fit? All thoughts float away as he drags his naked body on top of mine.

He kisses me passionately. “Are you sure?” Jax swipes the hair out of my face.

I have no words. I nod.

“I need to hear you, Ads.”

I moan into his mouth as his hands play with my pussy lips. I swallow twice before I’m able to get my mouth to work. “I want this, I want us, Jax.”

My heart beats double time when he stares into my eyes. He opens his mouth, but I kiss him, stopping whatever he was about to say. I fear that he’s about to tell me something that he can’t take back.

My body trembles as we become one. I whimper in pain, but it’s soon swallowed up by Jax’s tongue. He goes slow, and runs his hands down my sides. He pulls out to the tip and eases back into me. It’s torture, but I never want it to stop, it feels too good. He brushes my sweaty hair out of my face and then interlocks our fingers. Jax brings his mouth closer to mine, but doesn’t kiss me. Our face are so close together we’re breathing for each other.

“Oh . . . God . . . ” I moan loudly.

He wraps one of my legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. He grasps one of my hands and uses his free one to rub my clit. It’s too much. I tremble as I hold my release in.

“Let go,” he whispers into my ear before nipping on my earlobe.

I’m losing myself in Jax. I never want to be found as long as he’s with me. I fight off my release. I can’t go without him. He must see exactly what I need because he squeezes my hand and kisses me, stealing my breath away.

“I’m there, Ads. Let go,” he says against my lips.

I stare into his dark eyes as everything else disappears beside us. The only thing I can hear is Jax breathing heavily. I can feel his beating heart, it matches mine. I bite his shoulder as we climax together. I’m vaguely aware of his weight on top of me as I come off the high only Jax can deliver.

He kisses my nose, his signature kiss for me, and rolls off me. He walks into the bathroom and I smile to myself when I hear the water running. He returns to clean me up with a warm towel. The first time we slept together on the night before my sixteenth birthday, I was embarrassed when he did this, but each and every time we were done he would always insist on cleaning me up. I’m glad that things haven’t completely changed between us. Once he’s finished, he crawls over me, and pulls me into to spoon me.

Kissing the back of my neck, he whispers, “Good night, Ads.”

I’m barely able to mumble, “Night.” The eight letter words that I wish I could say to him are on the tip of my tongue, but they never come out. I don’t want to ruin this moment. I have no idea what tomorrow will be like, but tonight I’m happy in the arms of the man I love.

The sunlight streaming in from the panoramic windows wakes me up. I’m disoriented at first, but once my brain wakes up, too, everything from last night comes rushing back. I can’t believe that I was brave enough to take control, or rather pretend to take control, of the situation. Jax never really gave me the control I thought I had. I can still feel his hands on me. I loved the way he touched me, leaving my skin on fire, desperate for more.

I open my eyes, but then close them for another minute or two against the glaring sunlight. Once I’m able to remove the pillow from my face without wincing, I roll over. I expect to feel Jax beside me, but instead my hand touches a cold bed. It’s obvious that he’s been up for awhile.

Not caring about the bright morning sun, I sit up hoping that I will hear him making breakfast or something romantic, but I already know it’s wishful thinking. I’m not surprised when I’m met with silence. He’s gone. The sinking feeling in my chest lets me know how very wrong I was about last night, but I don’t regret any of it. How could I? I was finally able to have a small glimpse of how Jax really thinks of me.

Needing last night to mean something to him, too, I desperately search around the bed for a note that I never find. I’m not even ashamed that I lift each pillow and rip the blankets off the bed . . . twice. Still no note. Now the regret rolls in. I focus on how Jax made me forget about everything last night and made me feel. Really made me feel in the first time in . . . I don’t even know how long. There’s no way I can regret what happened last night between us even if it didn’t mean the same to him. How could it?

My thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at once. I’m too distracted to notice anything but getting out of here as fast as I can as I hurriedly walk into the bathroom. Peeling the wrapper off one of several spare toothbrushes, I refuse to acknowledge why he has so many extras. I focus on the task at hand. I close my eyes while I brush my teeth because I don’t want to look at myself in the mirror. I’m afraid of what I’ll see in my reflection. As I open my eyes to spit, I spot a pile of my clothes on the sink with a note on top.