But I really wanted to do this for Jax.

I moaned, already so wet from just the idea of him in my mouth, filling me up thick and hard.

I worked him up and down, taking him in slowly, knowing that if I eased into it, I could take him all the way, and then back out, running my tongue back and forth on the underside of him.

“Baby, you feel so good,” I groaned, licking him from base to tip, and then taking him back into my mouth.

“Juliet,” he gasped, his faced pinched as I started bobbing up and down on him faster and faster. “What are you doing to me?”

His hands stroked my face, and I looked up, locking eyes with him. Dragging my lips slowly off his cock, I teased the tip with my tongue, holding his gaze as I licked, kissed, sucked, and nipped.

And when I lifted up his cock and sucked the flesh underneath into my mouth, he cried out.

“Fuck, baby,” he exclaimed, pulling away from me and looking at me as if I had done something wrong.

“Wh … ,” I choked out. “Wh-what’s wrong?” My clit was throbbing so hard, and I groaned, rubbing my thighs together.

What the hell?

“Nothing’s wrong,” he barked, yanking his clothes completely off and standing there erect and ready.

I stood up. “Then why did you stop me?”

He pulled me into him, crushing our bodies together and growling with his mouth an inch from my lips. “Because I don’t want to come that way yet. I wanted to make love to you in a bed tonight. Slowly,” he said, holding me firm.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” I pressed.

“But you got me too excited,” he complained. “You’re fucking with my plans.”

He snatched up my lips, and I arched up on my tiptoes to meet his mouth head-on. His strong arms wrapped around me tightly, and before I could control it, I started rolling my hips into his erection that had slipped between my thighs.

“Oh, God,” I breathed out, the tease of him there making me shiver. “I can’t wait, Jax. Please,” I begged.

He pulled his mouth away, looked down at me, scowling with his sweaty hair sticking up in all directions and his fire blue eyes looking at me like the calm before the storm.

His hand dipped under the string of my thong at my waist, and my heart jumped when he yanked, ripping the material clean away from my body.

The pathetic black lace scrap fell to the floor, and I had enough time to wrap my arms around his neck before he picked me up and started carrying me for the bed.

We crashed down onto the mattress, and he wasted no time in nestling himself between my thighs and sinking his lips into mine. His hands were everywhere as he leaned over me, keeping his chest just a few inches above me.

“I love to look at you,” he whispered between kisses, grazing a hand over my nipple and down to my stomach.

I lifted my head off the mattress. “I want to fucking feel you inside me, Jax.” I squirmed, bending my knees up.

“Do you?”

I closed my eyes, trailing kisses up his neck. “Yes.”

“Tell me what I want to hear,” he demanded, thrusting his hips and making me groan.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I cried, the rod between his legs relentless where it pressed against me.

“That’s not what I want to hear.” His teasing voice laughed at me.

“You’re an asshole?” I ventured, dragging my nails over the soft skin of his ass.

“No,” he grunted, grabbing my hands and pinning them over my head. “Say it.”

I smiled, loving how worked up he got. Loving how much he wanted to hear it. And as I looked over his face, falling into him with my heart swelling in my chest, I felt more at home, more safe and more cared for, than ever before in my life.

I swallowed down the tears in my throat, trying to whisper, but it came out barely audible. “Only. Ever. You. Jaxon Trent.”

Peace settled in his eyes, and his jaw twitched with a smile.

Holding my gaze, he reached over and grabbed a condom out of the bedside drawer, ripped it open, and slipped it on. And my eyes fluttered as he positioned himself between my legs and slowly sank into me, inch by agonizing inch.

The vein in his neck bulged, and I closed my eyes against the onslaught of sensation, feeling him stretch and fill me and then ease back out slowly.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered.

Holding himself up on one arm, he reached down to cup my ass with the other and brought me in tight as he sank back into me, hard and deep.

“Please,” I gasped out. “Again.”

He slid out, gripped me hard, and dived back in deeper and deeper every time.

I planted my palms on his chest, rubbing my fingers over his rings, and arching my neck as he drove deep again and again, my back burning from being rubbed against the sheets so hard, but I didn’t care.

His hips started working faster, shallow thrusts and then a deep one, keeping the same rhythm until I was clenching around his cock, feeling the heat swarming in my belly like a storm.

Reaching down, I grabbed his hips and then leaned up and took his mouth.

His lips. God, his fucking lips. I lifted my chest off the bed to wrap my arms around him and held his mouth, not letting go as he fucked me harder and faster.

I rolled my hips, urging him on as we kissed and tasted each other. Our sweat mixed together, molding his chest to mine, and my clit throbbed at the feeling of his rings against my nipples.

I tore my mouth away, holding on for dear life. “Fuck me, Jax,” I cried. “God, don’t stop.”