After several minutes—or it could’ve been hours—Poppy found herself needing even more.
“Jax.”
“I know, baby.” He thrust in and out again. “I know.”
Jax picked up the pace, his hips a thundering piston that brought them closer and closer to ecstasy. With her fingernails digging into the inked skin on his back, she held on for dear life as he took things to a whole new level.
Reaching behind her left knee, Jax lifted her leg higher. Tilted his hips in a slightly different angle. The new position wasn’t far off from where they’d been, but it somehow allowed him to go deeper.
Poppy cried out, the new sensation a welcomed surprise. Jax’s breathing picked up. His thrusts coming faster. Harder.
Another climax began to build within her. Knowing he was close to his own, she slid a hand between them and found her greedy nub swollen and ready once more.
“That’s it, Kitten,” Jax rumbled as he continued impaling her in the most wonderful of ways. “Oh, yeah. Rub that pretty little clit.”
His dirty talk came as a wanted surprise, his erotic words sending her hand into a circling frenzy. And expert on her own body, Poppy began rubbing herself off, the pads of her fingertips working her clit in a way she knew would lead to release.
“Ah, fuck,” Jax groaned. “Not…gonna…last…much…longer.”
Taking his admission as a warning, she moved her fingers faster. Brought the circling motion in tighter.
Between Jax’s dick moving in and out at an almost erratic speed and the sensation building from her own hand, Poppy exploded into a fury of pleasure once more.
“Jax!”
“Penelope!”
They each shouted the other’s name, their orgasms striking at almost the exact same moment. His uneven thrusts slowed, and his taut muscles became more relaxed. And Poppy…
Poppy wasn’t sure she would ever be able to move again.
While she lay there, floating in a haze of insurmountable pleasure, Jax eased himself free and walked into the bathroom. Taking a few minutes to clean himself up, he returned to the bed with a warm, wet washcloth in hand.
“Thought this might help.” He gently laid the heated cloth against her sensitive sex.
She moaned, the warmth soothing to her well-worked body. After caring for her in the sweetest of ways, Jax went back into the bathroom—presumably to toss the washcloth into the hamper—before coming back to her.
“I think you killed me,” Poppy mumbled sleepily. She was seriously havingsucha hard time keeping her eyes open.
“Come here, Kitten.” He lifted her into his arms.
Turning her, he settled her head against one of the pillows and pulled the covers up to her chin.
The last thing Poppy remembered before she fell asleep was the feel of his sweet, luscious lips pressing against her forehead and a whispered, “Rest now, beautiful. I’ll keep you safe.”
14
Five days.It had been five fucking days, and Jax still had yet to find a solid lead on De Luca and his crew. On the plus side, he’d spent those days with the most incredible, adorable, amazing woman he’d ever known.
They’d talked and ate and laughed. Jesus, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so hard. And the sex…
Holy God.
Morning or night. Slow or fast. It simply didn’t matter. Jax took it whenever he could, knowing he would never get enough.
And the more time they spent together, the harder and deeper Jax found himself falling.
Did he have the best role models growing up? Not fucking close. But watching Declan and Skye…Noah and Maggie…hell, even Wade and Allie…