"Jax!" I cry out, my stomach clenching hard at the thought of him seeing me back there, touching me back there. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to like the thought of it so much…but I do. I want this man everywhere. I already know I won't stop him, no matter what he does to me. He's going to wreck me, leave me addicted. I'm going to let it happen. Beg for it.
I'm begging now, chanting his name over and over as he claims me so thoroughly nothing will ever work him out of my system again. When I'm thirty or sixty or ninety, I'll think about this moment and love him just as wildly, just as passionately.
He sits back on his heels, pulling me up until my bottom is in his lap, my legs splayed wide around his hips. He wraps his hands around my waist, holding me still as he fucks into me again and again. The bed taps against the wall, the steady thump joining the chorus of sounds already overtaking the room.
His hand comes down on my pussy in a loud smack. It shocks me. Makes me shout as the sting instantly turns to pleasure. His eyes light up. He does it again and again, smacking my clit until I'm screaming the walls down around us and clawing his thighs.
My inner muscles clamp down on him as my orgasm rips through me. I cry out in bliss, thrashing beneath him as it undoes me down to the tiniest atom, filling all those spaces with ecstasy. Blood rushes in my ears in a torrent of sound. Stars burst behind my eyelids in whirling showers of bright color.
Jax yanks my ass higher into his lap, pounding into me without rhythm.
"Jessa!" he roars, his entire body going taut.
I sob his name when I feel him coming in me in thick pulses that coat me in warmth from the inside out. He comes again and again, filling me so full it splashes out around us. Even then, he doesn't let me go, doesn't stop.
I peel my eyes open. As soon as my gaze lands on him, a powerful aftershock tears through me. His upper lip is curled in a soundless snarl, his cheeks flushed. He looks fiercely beautiful, as if he's caught in a net of pleasure so intense in borders on pain. I memorize him in this moment, knowing I'll play this memory back a million times over the years, just to see it again.
"Jax, I love you," I whisper.
"Jessa. Jesus, Jessa." He falls forward, catching himself on his forearms before he lands against me. He presses me down into the bed again, wrapping himself around me. His body shakes as he pulls air into his lungs in panting inhales. He presses his face against my throat. "God, rabbit. I'm never letting you go."
He couldn't get rid of me now even if he tried. I don't care what anyone says, he's mine and I'm keeping him. I wrap my arms around his sweaty body, clinging to him.
"I love you," he whispers, pressing reverent, adoring kisses against my throat. "I love you."
I know he does. I feel it everywhere. It's my own personal sun beating down on my face, filling me with warmth, with comfort. It's him and it's me and it's us, all tangled up together with four years of history and an entire future of love waiting for us.