I wrench my lips from his as I struggle to breathe and then I groan his name, no longer caring who might catch us. I need this like I need air.
He buries his face in my neck, growling obscenities in my ear. “We will never be done. You belong to me, Angel. I will never stop fucking you. Your juicy cunt was made for me.”
When he slides his hand between us and rubs my clit with his thumb, I feel the familiar tingling in my core as the heat and pleasure spreads through every nerve in my body.
“Fuck,” I hiss in his ear as I lose all sense of time and space.
“Come hard for me, Luce,” he growls and I do exactly that, whimpering and shuddering in his arms as he goes on fucking me until he finishes too.
He pants for breath and I rest my head on his shoulder as my heart races. We stay like that for a moment before he cups my chin in his hand and tilts my head so I can look into his eyes. “Done?” he frowns at me.
“I meant the conversation,” I whisper.
He narrows his eyes at me.
“But I’m so glad you misunderstood me, because that was next-level hot.” I arch an eyebrow at him and he chuckles softly.
I rest my hands on either side of his face. “I wish you would share some of your past with me, Jax. I get that it hurts, but…”
“But what?”
“It feels like you don’t give me all of you.”
He looks down at our joined bodies. “I’m still inside you, Angel. I just gave you everything I have.”
I swat him in the chest, making him laugh again. “I don’t mean like that.”
He pulls out of me and zips up his jeans. “We should get out of this kitchen before somebody walks in on us,” he says with a wink and holds out his hand to help me down from the table.
I take his hand and sigh inwardly. Once again, he has managed to avoid telling me anything meaningful and it hurts me more than I could have imagined. He takes my hand as he starts to walk out of the kitchen, expecting me to follow, but I stay rooted to the spot.
“You talk about how different we are in age, Jax. How much more experienced you are than me. But this right here, this is the biggest imbalance in our relationship.”
“What?” he frowns.
“You say you want me to act like a grown up—to ask for what I want—but you only mean when it comes to sex.”
“Luce?”
“It’s true though, isn’t it? You know everything about my past, Jax, even though I didn’t tell you. I had no choice because you went digging into my family history on my father’s behalf.”
He shakes his head. “I…”
“And I don’t blame you for that. It was your job. But at least do me the courtesy of giving me a little something back in return. Because until you do, then we will never be on an equal footing.”
He blinks at me but he doesn’t say anything further. What was I expecting anyway?
“Night, Jax,” I whisper and then I walk out of the kitchen alone.