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But sometimes I’m in the mood for a bit of red.

I nod toward my glass. “One more drink won’t hurt.”

Jax doesn’t take his eyes off me as he pours another gin and tonic. “Good. After all, we have a lot of catching up to do.”

He slides the glass toward me. I give it a stir with my finger, then suck the moisture off, watching as Jax’s throat bobs in response. “Yes, lots of... catching up.”

SIX DRINKS LATER.

We burst into Jax’s apartment, the door slamming into the wall. Jax presses me against it, grinding his hips into mine while lifting my leg and wrapping it around him, our lips locking and unlocking fervently between gasping, shuddering breaths. My hands greedily claw at the muscles of his back, his shoulders, his biceps, while he manoeuvres us farther into his place, kicking the door shut behind him. Jax continues pushing me backward until we’re in the kitchen, where he lifts me onto the countertop so I can wrap both legs around him.

We separate from kissing to tear off our shirts and fling them across the room. He has tattoos hidden under his shirt, but it’s too dark and I’m too rushed to make anything out other than dark, swirling, sexy patterns before his hands grip my breasts roughly. I gasp at the contact, arching my back toward him.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles, gaping at them in awe, as if he’s been waiting since high school to do this. Making up for lost time, Jax squeezes them together and laps at my ample cleavage with his tongue.

He releases my bra clasp in one fluid action, spilling my breasts from their cups. Any relief I get from being braless is immediately reversed by him pinching and twisting my nipples. I gasp at the pain, but lean into it, taking a fistful of hair at the base of his neck and pulling to bring his mouth back to mine.

Jax lifts me again and carries me to the bedroom, where he lays me on the bed and presses against me, grinding his erection in the exact place to send a zing up my spine and make me whimper into his mouth.

“Pants. Off,” I order.

He chuckles, the dark rumble resonating against my throat as he kisses his way down my body, pausing to suck my breasts, and then continuing farther to my belly. “Yours first.”

He unbuttons my ripped black jeans and tugs them down, followed by my socks, one at a time. He grips my foot and kisses the length of my calf, then bites the inside of my thigh. I arch my back and grip the bedding as he moves farther up until his mouth is firmly pressed against my centre.

He teases me through the silk of my underwear and I grip his head, pressing him harder, greedy for more of his touch. Finally, he parts the cloth to the side and licks one long, languid stroke, sending a shock wave rippling through my body. I shudder and moan quietly, squeezing my eyes together. Spurred on by my sounds, Jax lifts my legs over his shoulders and continues licking and pressing, intently focused on the task at hand.

“More,” I manage to say, already seeing stars, feeling that tight wave of coiled energy at the base of my core aching to break free.

Jax responds exactly as I want him to, by sliding two fingers deep inside me. He curls them up and strokes in expert, practised motions while his tongue sets into a rhythm of circles around my clit. The heat builds and my body coils tighter and tighter while he brings me close, so close... until finally everything happens at once. My body clenches and I cry out as I release into a long throbbing wave that Jax leans into, accentuating and drawing it out further, longer, until finally I can’t take any more, pushing him away and rolling onto my side, shuddering in the aftershocks.

There’s a soft kiss to my ear, and then a playful bite on my earlobe. “I’m not done with you yet,” he growls.

I hum in response, still warm and tingling from the afterglow of my orgasm. I turn onto my back and look at him, meeting his hungry gaze. Fuck he looks hot, with his shoulder-length hair all messy and framing his face. His lips are full and pink from our aggressive make-out session, his beard shiny from lickingme, and there’s a bright pink scratch mark down his left arm that probably match a few more on his back.

“I promised hair pulling and choking.” He stands up and begins unbuckling his belt. “And I don’t break promises.”

His words bring a new flush of heat and warmth to my body as I lie languidly and watch him undress. If could go back in time and tell teenage me I’d be here right now, she wouldn’t believe me.

I admire Jax’s muscled and tattooed body openly, my gaze lingering on his broad shoulders and defined pectorals, protruding abdominal muscles, and a coveted V shape pointing down to his cock, pressing against the black fabric of his boxers. After kicking his jeans away, he rubs his hand over his length, still concealed by his underwear, and the impressive member flexes.

“You tease.” I roll my eyes, but I like the show. I sit up on the bed and run both hands up his thighs, moving toward his cock, then avoid it entirely and run my fingernails up his abs.

He shivers, then looks down at me while biting his lip. “Now who’s the tease?”

I grin, running my nails back down until I meet the waistband of his boxers. Pulling them down inch by inch, I look up from an Aries symbol at his groin, to an ink-splattered mandala on his abdomen, to a fractal geometric design on his chest, to his face. I watch as his eyes widen and his jaw ticks in anticipation while my hands graze him.

Finally, I release his cock. It springs free, a sizable length and girth, tapping me on the cheek. I kiss the base of it, then lick long and slow up to the tip. He gasps at the contact. I tease again, licking from base to tip, then swirling my tongue around, coaxing a bead of moisture from him.

One of his hands grips my hair at the base of my neck and tugs, like I’d done to him earlier, and a thrilling tingle arches down my back in response. His other hand strokes my cheek, his fingers a light caress, juxtaposing the sensation of my hairbeing pulled. He tilts my jaw up until I’m meeting his gaze with his cock pressed against my face.

“So pretty,” he mumbles.

The praise I’d yearned for as a teen is made all the more potent now, sending an intense rush of heat between my thighs.

Without taking my eyes off his, I bring him into my mouth as deep as I can. He groans, his eyes closing momentarily before he forces them back open to watch. He continues gripping and pulling my hair but gives me freedom to suck him how I want, not forcing me any deeper than I’m comfortable with. I continue moving up and down his length, relishing the short breaths, the gasps, the groans when I press him against the back of my throat.

He pulls out suddenly, then grabs me and flips me over on the bed. I’ve never been light or small, so the ease with which he can manhandle me is thrilling.