Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 202770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1014(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 676(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1014(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 676(@300wpm)
His eyes glint. “Let’s hope he underestimates me. I loved my brother but he lacked a back bone. I’m not my brother.”
“What does that mean, Jax?”
“It means that you can stop worrying about York. I’ll handle him.”
His voice doesn’t change. His expression doesn’t change, and yet there is a lethal quality to Jax in this moment. I lean forward and grab his hands. “I didn’t tell you this to lead you to trouble. Don’t ask for trouble. Just be ready for it if it finds you.”
“York asked for trouble the minute he walked into your apartment and tried to control you.”
“Jax—”
His hand slides under my hair and he drags my mouth to his. “I told you. I’ll protect you.”
“You don’t know how dangerous these people are. If you aren’t careful, Jax, it will be me protecting you.”
He pulls me to him, taking me down on the couch with him, his powerful leg catching mine. “Fuck me instead.”
I open my mouth to object, to warn him about York until he listens, but his mouth closes down on mine in a searing kiss. A kiss that is all about demand. It’s possession. It’s sex and sin and satisfaction. It’s a kiss that leaves no room for conversation.
Chapter thirty-three
Emma
All too easily, I forget everything but how this man feels. There is just his tongue, his hands, and this wild passion vibrating between us. Our kiss is somehow different than any kiss we have shared before now. It’s a kiss that is wicked and possessive, hungry and greedy, and yet somehow tender, and it unlocks a part of me long suppressed, long lost. A part of me that I’d thought never to be found, buried for reasons that I tell no one, reasons that are my secret, but that secret is here now. I’m here with him completely, consumed in all ways. I’m not only kissing him back, I can’t stop kissing him, touching him. And he’s touching me, too, skimming my shirt up my waist, his warm, strong hands on my naked skin, and I’m touching him, hard flexing muscle beneath my palms. I can’t get enough and I can feel his urgency expand into mine. He deepens the kiss, scooping me up by my backside and molding me to his hips, the thick ridge of his erection pressed against my belly. I need this man. I need to forget everything but him for so many reasons right now, and remarkably, he makes that possible.
I am so inside the moment, living every lick and touch that I barely know how we end up naked, but we do, his thick shaft between us. My hand reaches for it, wraps it, and I revel in the low groan that slides from his lips. He tangles his fingers in my hair and drags my mouth to his mouth. “Who knew you were what I needed?” he murmurs, nipping my bottom lip, his breath warm on my cheek, his cock pressing inside me, stretching me, filling me, and I can barely catch my breath. I breathe out as I take all of him, and finally, he’s buried deep, our bodies pressed together on the small couch, a wild pull between us that should drive us to move.
But we don’t move.
Suddenly, we’re just staring at each other, the air between us thickening, expanding, and it doesn’t feel like it’s about sex—no, this has nothing to do with sex. Or maybe it does. It’s nothing I know, nothing I have ever experienced. He’s like nothing I have ever known. I feel him, I feel him in ways I didn’t know that you could feel a man, and it terrifies me. York hurt me. He destroyed me in ways that most can’t understand, but Jax, he affects me, he understands me—if I let Jax get close, he could destroy me in ways York never could. I don’t want him to have that power. I can’t give him that power and yet, I’m powerless to stop whatever this is between us.
A charge sparks in the air, and we snap then, kissing and touching, my fingers in his hair, tugging roughly and I don’t even care if it hurts. I hope it does. That’s what he gets for making me want him this badly, that’s his punishment, but he doesn’t let that go. His hand wraps my hair and gives an erotic tug, even as his fingers punish my nipple, the spiral of sensations flowing through to my sex, arching my hips, clenching my sex around his cock.
Jax’s tongue sweeps deep into my mouth, his hips pumping into me, hand finding my backside to pull me against a thrust, and then we are moving, swaying, fucking. Wild. Slow. Wild all over again. At some point, the wildness takes over fully and our mouths part, lips close, the two of us breathing together, breathing in each other. I don’t want this escape to end and that thought only makes me kiss him harder, move harder, touch him, everywhere. I want this to last, and I feel that in him, too, like we know reality will be harsh and cold, a divider we may not conquer, and yet, we do nothing to slow down. We’re beyond that now. But there is no staying in this place, no pleasure this good that can last forever. The next thrust of his cock undoes me, driving me to the sweet place that tenses my body into orgasm.