“I’ve got you.” Jax stretched her body gently as he added another finger.
Lost in the moment, he continued thrusting his hand back and forth. Poppy’s hot velvet walls clenched down on his fingers, the feeling making Jax nearly fall to his knees.
He couldn’t wait to get inside her. To feel those same muscles grab hold of his swollen cock until he—
“Oh, god!” Poppy crooned.
She was so very close. The cues her body was giving him more than enough proof of her impending climax.
Time to see you fly.
Determined to give her the release her body was desperately craving, Jax pulled his fingers before sliding them up to the hooded bundle of nerves above. Poppy jerked against his hand when he found her clit, the swollen nub begging for the attention he knew how to give.
He pressed the pads of his fingers against it, careful not to push too hard. Slowly at first, he began rubbing her there. The tight, tiny circles bringing her closer and closer to that glorious edge.
“Jax,” she panted his name again.
Oh yeah. She was almost there.
Jax picked up the pace. He nipped at her plump bottom lip as his fingers worked their magic against her sex. Trailing down her neck, he left hot, wet kisses until he found that sensitive area where her neck ended, and her shoulder began.
He opened his mouth wide and gave her a playful nibble. At the same time, he pressed his fingers a bit harder against her clit.
Just a little more…
“Oh, god! That’s it. Just like…Jax!”
Poppy screamed his name when she came, her entire body bucking against his as her orgasm hit with a powerful force. Wanting to draw out her pleasure for as long as he could, Jax rushed to push those same two fingers back into her welcoming entrance.
He thrust in and out, his hand becoming soaked with her essence. And when he sensed the beginning ebb of her release, Jax slowed his movements before pulling his fingers free.
“Jesus.” He took a step away from the wall, his hold gentle as he helped her slide back down to her feet.
“Wow.” Poppy blinked rapidly, the skin in her cheeks stained crimson from her recent climax. “That was—”
“Fucking beautiful.” Jax stared down at her.
There was no other way to describe it.
She glanced up at him. Chest heaving, her pupils were enlarged, the browns there almost black with arousal. Poppy’s long, brown hair was disheveled in the best of ways, and her lips were swollen and red from his kisses.
I did that to her.
The primal male in him wanted to puff out his chest and pound his fists into the air. He wanted to scoop her up and carry her down the hall to his bed and make love to her again and again until he’d erased the memory of every other man from her past.
Make love? What are you, a girl?
The thought mimicked a line from one of his favorite 90’s sitcoms, nearly making Jax smile at its formation. But despite the light-hearted thought behind the scripted words, he couldn’t seem to deny their reason for existing.
He did want to make love to Poppy. More than anything, Jax wanted to lay her down and worship every single inch of her delectable body. And when he was done touching and kissing and licking to his heart’s content, he wanted to slide into the warmth of her core and lose himself there forever.
Forever? Now you reallyhavestepped off sanity’s edge.
His subconscious was right. Really fucking right.
The thoughts running through his endorphin-filled brain were too much. The emotions Jax was experiencing were too strong. And Poppy, well…
She’s too perfect for a guy like me.