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“Yes,” He says, staring into my eyes.

He carries me into his bedroom and sets me down gently on his bed, leaning himself over me.

“God, I’ve been waiting forever to kiss you,” He murmurs, tracing my lips with his thumb.

“Seriously?” I ask, jerking my head back. “Then why didn’t you do it sooner! I’ve literally been waiting for you to kiss me.”

His face melts at my indignation. “I wanted you to be ready,” he says, leaning in to kiss my forehead.

I grab the front of his shirt and tug him down so he’s facing me. “Jax, I love those, but I want you to kiss me for real.”

“As you wish,” He whispers against my lips before diving in like he’s dying of thirst and I’m the first drink of water he’s had in ages.

His kiss consumes me, lighting me on fire from head to toe. When his tongue comes into play, I can’t help but let out a little moan underneath him, pulling him down to feel him on my body.

He traces a hand down my side and it makes shivers run down my spine, even through the clothes I’m wearing. His campfire smoke scent grows thick, almost hypnotizing me.

“God, you feel worlds better than I ever could’ve imagined,” He growls as he pulls away from the kiss.

I pant, trying to catch my breath, my chest brushing against his.

“I want to make you feel good, love,” He says. “Can I?”

I nod, quickly and he leans back down to kiss me, slipping a hand into the yoga pants I’m wearing. I feel his fingers stroke up and down my panties.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” He groans. “Tell me it’s for me, love, please, I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m wet for you,” I whisper.

He lets out a moan into my ear that makes my slick come in another flood of wetness. I love the way he sounds.

“You fucking own me,” He says, reaching up to circle my clit. “Body, soul, fucking everything. I’m all yours.”

My hips shift, searching after his touch and it’s my turn to moan into his ear.

“You smell so fucking sweet, I bet you taste just as good as you smell,” He growls.

I whine when he pulls his hand back, my eyes flying open. “Please,” I whisper.

He smirks up at me. “You want me to touch you?” He teases.

“Yes, please Jax, please.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Yes, yes, yes, please, I just want you to touch me,” I beg.

I help lift my hips as he peels my pants off of me, the cool air against my burning pussy making my thighs clench together.

Jax makes his way down the bed, spreading my legs open.

“You look fucking gorgeous,” He whispers, dragging a finger up my bare pussy and circling my clit.

I let out a little moan. I have to grip his comforter in my fists to keep me from flying away with how amazing he’s making me feel.

He teases me a bit more before he slides a finger into my pussy, making me cry out.

“You look even more beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined,” He says, thrusting his fingers in and out of my pussy at a steady pace. “Your hair all spread out over my comforter. I want to worship you in this bed for the rest of our lives.”