Chapter Two
Raven
I’m pinned to the door, soaking wet, and insanely turned on. I guess him joining me in the shower may have something to do with my current state. It’s easy to go from shaking with rage to trembling with lust in an instant. Especially when emotions are running high.
And my emotions are definitely hyper alert right now. I want to fight, kick and scream, draw blood. I need to hurt someone or something, but not as much as I need to feel physical pain. Anything to replace the agony in my chest caused by losing my baby.
Jax’s kiss does a brilliant job of almost distracting me.
Almost.
When he bites my lip and I yip in pain, I’m firmly back in the room and the moment. I glare at him.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” I snarl.
“Oh, so you are paying attention then.”
“I’d have to be dead not to notice that bite. It hurt.”
“Good. Stop acting like you’re dead. Get your head out of your pity party and come back to the land of the living.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you weren’t so busy sulking in your pit the last few days, you’d know we’ve been working non-stop to get Phoenix back. I’ve had enough of everyone tiptoeing around you!”
“Stop.”
“You need to be told, and you damn well need to hear it!”
“Shut up,” I growl, low and dangerous.
“Make me,” the challenge slips from his lips without a hint of a smirk, his eyes almost black with blazing anger.
So I do the only thing I can think of, while also not thinking: I kiss him. If the almost savage way I attack his lips can be called something so innocent as a kiss. And then I bite him back.
“Ouch!” He pulls away and glares at me.
“If you can’t take it, don’t hand it out,” I snark at him, annoyed with myself about the way my heart is racing.
He doesn’t verbalise his response, but I feel it as he spins me around and slams me back against the door, keeping a firm grip around my throat. I have to turn my head to the side so that my cheek is pressed into the door, otherwise I’d probably be nursing a bloody and broken nose right now. Like this, my breasts are smooshed up almost painfully, but at least like this, my arousal is somewhat hidden.
“Just because your tight little nipples are pressed against that door right now, doesn’t mean I didn’t see how hard they were a moment ago.” His hot breath burns against my sensitive neck. “Your breathing’s a dead giveaway too. You always liked it rough. I bet you’re dripping now.”
A strangled groan escapes me and my eyes flutter closed in agreement. Part of me desperately wants him to dip his fingers between my legs to find out, but the more dominant urge in me is just to fight.
I buck my hips and kick backwards, landing a soft blow to his shin. He steps closer and pins me flush to the door with his hips, his length pressing against my ass. With a firm grip still on my neck, his other hand squeezes between me and the door where his dexterous fingers find my nipple and pinch, hard. My body jerks and his cock twitches in response.
“Just fuck me already,” I manage to gasp out through his grip. He releases my throat and I gulp air like I was drowning. I’m hoping he hasn’t left bruises, but then he sinks his teeth into my shoulder and I find I really don’t give a damn.
I stretch right up onto my tiptoes to coax his length down between my legs. Thankfully, he takes the hint and helps settle his cock between my thighs, rubbing back and forth in a slow and teasing manner which equally frustrates and excites me. My slickness coats his shaft and even though he has me trapped so tightly, I’m still able to push back against him a little to build the friction.
Jax surprises me with his sudden movement, spinning us around so that his back is against the door and I’m wrapped in his embrace, my back pressed against his chest. The cold air caresses my bare skin and I decide I hate this position. I’m too exposed. There’s nowhere to hide. Which is probably why he’s done it.
My huff of frustration turns to a sigh as, with one arm wrapped across my chest, his other hand slides between my legs. He sucks the soft spot on my neck while he flicks my clit. It’s embarrassing how fast my orgasm crashes into me. Pathetic really. I swear I can feel him smiling against my tender neck.
“By the bed. All fours. Now.” He barks at me. Damn I’ve missed that no-nonsense tone.
I’d love nothing more than to refuse and challenge him, but I’m sure the second he lets go of me, I’m going to sink to the floor in a boneless puddle anyway, so I simply nod in agreement and comply.