The black negligée leaves nothing to the imagination, and while I’ve danced in far less, I can’t deny that, in this moment, I’ve never felt so naked.
Exposed.
Bare.
He loves me.
I know it.
I feel it.
And I love him.
I’ve wanted this for so long. My attraction to Jax Monroe has called to me on a basic, elemental level. Animalistic and raw.
But now . . .
It’s so much more.
He owns every part of me.
My heart.
My soul.
And tonight, he’ll own my body, and I’ll have nothing left to give. He’ll have it all. Every last piece of me.
It’s amazing how much that doesn’t scare me.
I step out of the master bath and into his bedroom. He’s sitting in a chair, just as I requested. Music streams from his iPod.
And he’s naked.
Just as I requested.
He’s muscular and lean, and I can’t wait to explore every inch of him.
It might just take all night.
And most of tomorrow.
Jax’s fiery eyes meet mine, and then his appreciative gaze travels over me.
Warming me. Heating me. Burning me.
“God, Tesla . . .”
I move closer, letting my hips sway to the music as I make my way over to him. His hands reach for me, and I let him pull me closer.
“Just so there’s no misunderstanding . . .” I say softly. “I was always planning to rock your world tonight. This isn’t about showing my appreciation for my new bakery.”
Jax grins, running his hands beneath my gown and along the curve of my ass.
“You’ve already rocked my world, Tesla. This is just a very, very happy bonus.” He gently trails his finger along the lace. “And I love this. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. But it’s got to go.”
“But I wanted to dance for you. Strip for you.”
“As much as I’d love to see you do that, I just . . . I just can’t let you. Not our first time, anyway. Maybe another night. Definitely another night. But for tonight, I don’t want any reminders of our past. Is that okay? Do you understand why?”
I do. I’ve danced and stripped for thousands of men. He needs to feel special, and so do I.
“Yes, I do.”
His voice is a soft plea. “Come to my bed.”
Nodding, I pull him by the hand and turn around. Instantly, his face is buried against my neck, and I’m so thankful the bed is merely inches away. Jax lifts my gown over my head, and I crawl onto his blanket, laying across his bed.
“What about the heels?” I say, wiggling my stiletto in the air. “Do those need to go, too?”
His hungry gaze travels up my leg.
“Those can stay,” he murmurs roughly.
Jax’s hand rubs my calf, up along my knee, and I squirm. I’m a livewire, desperately craving every caress as his fingers inch closer to my thigh. He lays beside me, his eyes taking in every curve. Every blemish.
“Please touch me,” I beg.
And then he does. It’s just a gentle brush of his finger against my entrance, but it’s enough to make me whimper. He does it again, and again, and on the third stroke, he slips slowly inside. Jax’s mouth covers mine, swallowing my moan.
“I’ve dreamed of this.” His voice is rough and raw. “Seeing your skin against my sheets. Your hair against my pillow. Feeling how wet you are. So wet, baby.”
Desperate to touch him, too, I reach between us, and he grunts as I wrap my hand around him.
“Do you want to come this way?” he whispers against my mouth. “With just our hands?”
“No, I want you to come inside me.”
My words make him groan, and he flips over onto his back, pulling me over him, begging me to straddle his hips. His hands caress my breasts . . . pulling, tugging, caressing, and I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. I can feel him beneath me, twitching and hard, and I can’t resist the urge to grind against his lap.
“Tesla . . .”
His hands latch onto my hips as I move against him.
“Condom?”
He reaches toward his nightstand and produces a foil wrapper. I feel his eyes on me as I slide the latex along the
Exposed.
Bare.
He loves me.
I know it.
I feel it.
And I love him.
I’ve wanted this for so long. My attraction to Jax Monroe has called to me on a basic, elemental level. Animalistic and raw.
But now . . .
It’s so much more.
He owns every part of me.
My heart.
My soul.
And tonight, he’ll own my body, and I’ll have nothing left to give. He’ll have it all. Every last piece of me.
It’s amazing how much that doesn’t scare me.
I step out of the master bath and into his bedroom. He’s sitting in a chair, just as I requested. Music streams from his iPod.
And he’s naked.
Just as I requested.
He’s muscular and lean, and I can’t wait to explore every inch of him.
It might just take all night.
And most of tomorrow.
Jax’s fiery eyes meet mine, and then his appreciative gaze travels over me.
Warming me. Heating me. Burning me.
“God, Tesla . . .”
I move closer, letting my hips sway to the music as I make my way over to him. His hands reach for me, and I let him pull me closer.
“Just so there’s no misunderstanding . . .” I say softly. “I was always planning to rock your world tonight. This isn’t about showing my appreciation for my new bakery.”
Jax grins, running his hands beneath my gown and along the curve of my ass.
“You’ve already rocked my world, Tesla. This is just a very, very happy bonus.” He gently trails his finger along the lace. “And I love this. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. But it’s got to go.”
“But I wanted to dance for you. Strip for you.”
“As much as I’d love to see you do that, I just . . . I just can’t let you. Not our first time, anyway. Maybe another night. Definitely another night. But for tonight, I don’t want any reminders of our past. Is that okay? Do you understand why?”
I do. I’ve danced and stripped for thousands of men. He needs to feel special, and so do I.
“Yes, I do.”
His voice is a soft plea. “Come to my bed.”
Nodding, I pull him by the hand and turn around. Instantly, his face is buried against my neck, and I’m so thankful the bed is merely inches away. Jax lifts my gown over my head, and I crawl onto his blanket, laying across his bed.
“What about the heels?” I say, wiggling my stiletto in the air. “Do those need to go, too?”
His hungry gaze travels up my leg.
“Those can stay,” he murmurs roughly.
Jax’s hand rubs my calf, up along my knee, and I squirm. I’m a livewire, desperately craving every caress as his fingers inch closer to my thigh. He lays beside me, his eyes taking in every curve. Every blemish.
“Please touch me,” I beg.
And then he does. It’s just a gentle brush of his finger against my entrance, but it’s enough to make me whimper. He does it again, and again, and on the third stroke, he slips slowly inside. Jax’s mouth covers mine, swallowing my moan.
“I’ve dreamed of this.” His voice is rough and raw. “Seeing your skin against my sheets. Your hair against my pillow. Feeling how wet you are. So wet, baby.”
Desperate to touch him, too, I reach between us, and he grunts as I wrap my hand around him.
“Do you want to come this way?” he whispers against my mouth. “With just our hands?”
“No, I want you to come inside me.”
My words make him groan, and he flips over onto his back, pulling me over him, begging me to straddle his hips. His hands caress my breasts . . . pulling, tugging, caressing, and I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. I can feel him beneath me, twitching and hard, and I can’t resist the urge to grind against his lap.
“Tesla . . .”
His hands latch onto my hips as I move against him.
“Condom?”
He reaches toward his nightstand and produces a foil wrapper. I feel his eyes on me as I slide the latex along the
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