He moaned. “You're starting to drive me crazy.”
“Just starting to?” I questioned as he stepped close again, smoothing some of my hair behind my shoulder.
He grunted. “You know I'm already crazy fucking insane when it comes to you.” He gripped the back of my thighs as he lifted me.
I wrapped my legs around him. When he thrust into me this time, he spun so that his back was against the window and I could take in the view while he ravaged my neck and pounded into me.
The lake constantly shifted from each wave and the skyline stood tall with little movements all around it. I lost myself in it, got swallowed up by how enormous it all was and how small I must have looked in it.
He'd choose this over me and over anyone. Anybody would. With that thought, he pushed me over the edge again as his hands gripped my ass when he came in me.
My world spiraled down deep into a place where only Jax and I mattered, where I lost my ability to talk sense into myself or think logically.
Jax nestled into my neck. “Bed?”
I closed my eyes and wrapped my limbs tighter around him. “Mm-hmm.”
He carried me, without removing himself from me for a second to his bed. As he did, I took in the sleek lines of the penthouse, the granite countertops, the marble tiles. I noted every black-and-white picture, meticulously hung symmetrically throughout. “Did you decorate?”
He stopped mid-stride and glanced around. “What? You don't like it?”
“Well, it's beautiful, of course.”
He chuckled and bounced me a little on his hips by squeezing my butt. “You choosing to be polite when my cock's still in you, Whitfield?”
I left one arm around his shoulders but moved the other to poke him in the chest. “I'm being nice, you ass!”
“Nice?” He surprised me by slapping my butt cheek and continuing to walk to the bedroom. “I'm going to start punishing you for being nice.”
He threw me on the bed and that was the moment we both realized the mistake we'd made.
His cock stood to attention in front of us both like we hadn't just had sex. As I stared, I was ashamed to admit I got wet all over again even knowing what I did.
“Shit, Peaches, I'm clean. I swear ...”
I closed my eyes to shield my embarrassment as I scrambled to sit up and gather what pride I had left. “Have you been tested since you slept with Isabel or whoever?”
He buckled his pants back up and I scrambled to wrap the gray quilt he had over his bed around me. “Are you kidding me?”
“It's a legitimate question, Jax. Just last week, I saw a magazine at Walgreens that—”
He stepped up and grabbed the sheet I'd tied at my chest to undo my tie. “You know damn well those magazines don't mean anything.”
“What are you doing?” I practically yelled over him and scrambled to retie the quilt.
“And I could ask you the same question about your dear friend, Roman, but I'm not.” He grabbed both of my wrists to hold them hostage under one hand while he untied the quilt with the other.
I struggled, but it was no use.
He looked at me pointedly. “I’m not asking because, either way, you belong here with me.” He ripped the quilt from my body. “Naked, in my bed.”
The cool air against my bare skin felt like vulnerability as goose bumps formed all over. I didn't shiver or shrink into myself though.
Standing in my heels before, he drank in every inch of me, and my body discovered a new addiction. Jax couldn't pull his eyes away to dominate or calculate his moves. He looked ravenous and starved, and I knew his appetite was just for me.
I slid my hands to my hips and his eyes trailed my exact movements, when I cleared my throat, his eyes met mine in a tumultuous sea of blue. “We have to lay ground rules if we are going to keep doing this, Jax.”
He took a step back like he needed the space to operate. “Fine. You have a minute to lay out whatever the fuck you want.’