When I pull him closer with my legs, keeping my hand right where it is, and guide him right where I want him to be, his eyes pop open to meet mine. Heat flares in his gaze when he understands what I’m telling him.
I move both of my hands up to his shoulders, and he slowly guides himself inside me while holding my gaze. Stretching me inch by agonizing inch, he continues to sink inside, and I clutch him, holding on like I might wake up at any moment and realize this was all a dream.
My nails drag down his arms as my head lolls back, and he pushes inside completely, hissing out a breath before he buries his face against my neck. He kisses my neck before rocking in and out, and I bite my lip to keep from making an embarrassing sound.
It feels better than I expected it to, and I never want it to end.
His hand winds in my hair, tilting my head back as he leans up and starts driving in and out of me with rough but unhurried thrusts. His other hand slides between us, and his thumb brushes over that sensitive spot on my body, which has some embarrassing sound sneaking of my mouth.
When his thumb starts spinning those incredible circles with just enough pressure, I become his, not contributing one little bit as he takes over, driving deeper with each thrust. Sensations wash over me with fire-and-ice levels of intensity, and all I can do is claw at him, desperately trying to get even closer, even though it’s not physically possible to do unless he moves his hand.
He’d better not move his damn hand.
His lips find mine, and he starts swallowing all my sounds, still doing too many things to my body at once, and I shatter like there’s an explosion in my core that vibrates throughout the rest of my body, igniting every nerve-ending and blinding me. Nope, not blinded. Just have my eyes screwed shut really tight and can’t muster the energy to open them, because I’m still shuddering and suffering the best possible aftershocks as my body goes limp.
He keeps one hand in my hair, holding me against him and keeping my head angled so that I can see him when my eyes finally open. His other hand goes to my back, jerking me against him when my body turns limp in his arms.
He grunts as he thrusts in one last time, and his body shudders against mine as he sags against me. His head drops to my shoulder, and his hand in my hair drops to my waist, cradling me against him. I loosely wrap my arms around his neck, breathing heavily as I try to get over the lingering euphoria.
“I sort of fucking love you too,” I say between breaths, deciding his confession really happened. He chuckles against me while tightening his hold, hugging me to him.
“I won’t fuck it up again,” he says seriously, squeezing me even tighter.
The determination and sincerity in his voice tugs at my heart, and I kiss his neck.
“I’ll try not to mess it up either. Guess we’ll be learning together, since neither of us have done this before.”
I feel him smiling against my neck, and he stumbles as he tries to pull me off the dresser. I giggle when he seems to be unable to actually hold me up now that his body has turned as limp and powerless as mine.
He tries to kiss me, but we’re both breathing so hard that’s impossible and more of a lazy clashing of our lips than anything. Which makes me giggle again while my legs strain to hold me up.
“You can’t leave me again. Even if I do end up saying something stupid,” he whispers, hugging me a little harder as he rests his chin on top of my head.
My cheek presses to his chest as I try not to let that plea break my heart a little.
“I won’t leave as long as you help me learn to argue,” I tell him, not giving a damn at how completely absurd that sounds.
I can feel him smiling when he kisses my forehead.
“Deal.”
He slowly releases me, and I shuffle to the bathroom that is off to the side so I can clean up. My hair is a mess, so I also try to sort it out a little. The entire time, I’m smiling like an idiot.
When I come back out, I snicker because Jax is spread across his bed like he can’t move. It’s definitely hot as hell to see him completely naked and sated, knowing I had something to do with t
hat.
His lips twitch, but he doesn’t try lifting his head. He just lazily gestures for me to join him, and I curl up beside him, resting my head on his chest as his arm comes around my middle, tugging me closer.
I finally do something I should have done a long time ago.
“I’m sorry we met because I was lying to you,” I say softly.
“Don’t apologize for that, Bo,” he groans, holding me a little tighter. “I shouldn’t have fucking brought that up, and I definitely shouldn’t have used it against you. It was the best lie in the history of all lies, because there’s no way we would have ever ended up together if not for that. You’re everything I never even knew I wanted.”
Butterflies bloom and do crazy things to the inside of my stomach.
My fingers start tracing lazy circles on his chest, and I drag those circles lower and lower…