"You're perfect," I whisper, my thumbs gently caressing her hipbones as I stare up at her. "And if I could stare at you like this until my heart stopped beating, then I'd die the happiest man that ever lived."
A muffled sound rushes through her chest only a second before she leans down to press her lips against mine. That contact is enough to snap the last of my restraint.
I groan when I finally give in to her. I tug her down to straddle my lap and weave a hand into her hair so I can grip the nape of her neck, holding her lips against mine and devouring her with my mouth, my teeth, my tongue. With one kiss, I try desperately to show her what I can't bring myself to say.
"Jax," she gasps, and with just my name I understand her urgency, her sudden need for my touch, because I feel it too. Like our closeness is the only thing that can quell this fire between us.
"I know," I murmur, slowing my kiss just long enough to say, "I'll take care of you, baby. But I'm not going to be rough tonight. I want to take my time with you. Okay?"
She pulls away so she can cup my face and looks into my eyes, and I wonder if she can see everything I’m not saying in the way I look at her.
And I think she can, because she just whispers, "Okay."
I grip her thighs so I can roll to the side and lay her down on the bed. I can't stop myself from kissing her again so I don't even try; I just seal our lips together and caress her tongue the way I want to caress her body. She sighs when my weight presses down on her.
It's harder than I thought it would be to tear my mouth from hers and begin trailing across her cheek, her neck, her collarbone. I keep my touches gentle and fleeting, wanting to show her my adoration in every sensation.
When I reach her breasts, I circle her nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth, my other hand trailing down to grip her hip in an effort to center myself. I give her other nipple the same treatment.
By the time I've finished teasing her breasts, Hailey's arching off the bed and panting heavily. I start to kiss along her sternum, down to circle her belly button, before finally reaching her leggings and dipping my tongue under the hem.
"Jax," she finally gasps. "I need you."
I look up the length of her body to see her chest heaving and her eyes locked right on mine, and I know what she needs because I need it too. I push up to a sitting position and murmur, "I know, baby. Lift your hips."
I tug off her leggings and thong when she does as I ask, then I settle between her legs again. I stroke her lightly for a moment before dropping my mouth to where she's drenched and quivering.
I caress every inch of her with my tongue, my lips, my fingers. I revel in the fact that I get to kiss her like this, that I'm the one making her breath speed up and her fingers clutch my hair.
"Jax," she gasps. "Jax… I'm going to—"
I slip two fingers inside her and lift my tongue long enough to say, "Come for me. Break for me, for only me."
It only takes a few swipes of my tongue before she explodes. I ride out the wave with her, my fingers and mouth slowing as her body drops to the bed and twitches with the aftershocks.
I straighten up so I can look down at her and bask in the sight before me—Hailey naked and blissed out with color in her cheeks and a smile on her face is the most intoxicating vision I've ever seen.
"You're so goddamn beautiful," I breathe.
And instead of blushing or waving me off, she just smiles.
Fuck, I love watching her own her beauty. Love seeing her come into her own again. It wrecks me.
When she reaches for me, I quickly pull my clothes off before settling my weight over her body again. Her arms wrap around my neck, her legs around my waist, and then we're kissing. Kissing like we'll never get enough of each other and like we both know something's changed.
"I need you," she whispers against my lips. I don't even stop kissing her, I just reach down and slide inside.
I swallow her moan, obsessed with every sound she makes, every expression. My hips pick up an easy rhythm as I start to fuck her. I grip her hip with one hand, holding her in place so I can grind down on her with every thrust. My other hand tangles in her hair and angles her head so I can deepen our kiss, needing to be as close to her as possible.
Soon her moans get louder and she starts to squirm underneath me. "Fuck, baby," I groan, latching onto her neck to nip at her skin before soothing it with my tongue. I pick up the pace of my thrusts when I feel her start to tighten around me.
"God, yes," I groan. "I want to feel you come again."
She grips my head in her hands so she can pull me up to look at her again. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes look frenzied, and I know she's close.
"I want you to come with me," she pants. "I want to go at the same time."
Her words do something to me. That same feeling from earlier that made this feel like more than friends, more than just sex… it hits me tenfold right now.