“Who said I’m taking you home?” he snarls as he opens the door wide.
Something in the tone of his voice makes my internal organs turn to molten lava. I roll my eyes and climb inside, scooting over to the passenger seat until he climbs in beside me and locks the doors.
He turns in his seat and stares at me. “What were you really doing with that jackass, Lucia?” he asks, his tone softer now.
“I was dancing,” I whisper. I don’t have to explain myself to him, but I can’t help being open with him. I always have been. I feel like he can see into my soul.
He narrows his eyes at me. “You would really have gone home with him?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Jesus!” he hisses as he shakes his head.
“What?” I snap. “I’m a grown woman, Jax. If I choose to have sex with a dude I meet in a club, then that’s my business. It’s what people do. You do it often enough.”
He rubs a hand over the stubble across his jaw. “You don’t though. Trawling clubs for action isn’t usually your style.”
Damn, I hate that he knows me so well. “Yeah. Well the guy I’d really like to go home with doesn’t even know I exist.” Crap! Did I just say that out loud?
“He doesn’t?” Jax frowns at me.
I swallow hard as my heart starts pounding in my ears. “Well, he does. But he doesn’t see me that way.”
Jax’s eyes drop to my thighs. They are almost completely exposed thanks to my mini dress which has only hitched up higher now I’m sitting in this truck. He runs his tongue over his lip and I swear my ovaries just exploded.
“You said my father doesn’t look at me the way you do, Jax. How do you look at me?” I ask. I am tired of this back and forth between us. Me trying to forget about him and find someone more attainable, and him being so damn sexy and attentive that he pulls me back in.
“Fuck,” he groans.
“Jax, please? Why are you doing this to me? You don’t want me, so why are you bothered what guy I go home with?”
“You think I don’t want you?” he growls and his words vibrate through my body and make a beeline straight to my groin.
“You made that pretty clear,” I snap and then I turn to open the door and climb out of his truck, but he lunges forward, his hand covering mine as he stops me.
“Lucia,” he says, his breath dusting over my hair and making goosebumps prickle along my forearms. I turn my head and he is leaning over me, his body just inches from mine in the confines of the truck.
“What Jax?” I breathe.
“I’m going to burn in hell for this,” he growls.
“For what?” I whisper as the air crackles between us.
He doesn’t speak. Instead he seals his lips over mine. I gasp and when I do he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth as his hands fist in my hair.
Oh, sweet Jesus! I have never been kissed like this before. Wet heat pools in my core as he literally tongue-fucks my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. He shifts his weight slightly, his hands sliding over my hips as he turns me on the seat and lifts me until he can settle between my thighs. He rocks his hips against me until I feel his cock, hard and thick and encased in his jeans, pressing against my pussy through my panties which are now embarrassingly damp.
His hands slide beneath my dress, skating up my outer thighs and making every nerve in my body tingle with hot, sweet anticipation. He reaches higher, until his fingers hook into the waistband of my G-string.
I wrench my lips from his and gasp out loud as my heart beats wildly in my chest. Damn! We’re really going to do this? Right here in his truck?
“Jax,” I breathe.
“Is this okay?” he growls.
“Yes,” I gasp. I mean it’s way more than okay.
He leans back, pulling my panties over my hips and all the way down my legs. When he’s removed them, he stuffs them into his pocket before he leans over me again. I reach for his belt and tug at the leather, desperate to touch him too, but he grabs my hands and stops me, pinning them against the window behind my head as he positions himself between my thighs. “Not yet, Angel.” He grins at me.