Page 165 of One Good Crash

And it might have haunted me a lot longer, if it weren't for something crazy that Jax did later that same night.

Chapter 65

I was gripping the sheet with clenched fingers. "Oh, God, don't stop."

"I wasn't planning on it," he said, driving into me hard and fast. Both of us were naked in the penthouse suite of The Plaza – the very same hotel where my mom had been staying until earlier today.

This wassowrong, but it felt so right.

I reached up and gripped his ass with both hands. His tight muscles shifted in time with his movements, and I yanked him closer again and again.

On the floor surrounding the bed, my clothes – my work uniform actually – was lying in tatters with the buttons scattered who-knows-where. The uniform had been lying there for a while now, after Jax had literally ripped the thing off me.

I'd need to replace it. I did, after all, have only two. But at the moment, I was too far gone to care. I was way too distracted by how wonderful Jax felt and how many orgasms I'd had already.

Was it three? If so, I was hurtling fast toward number four.

By now, I knew a little something about the way Jax operated. He was a tease in the best possible way. I'd been naked a long time before he was, and I'd been pure putty in his hands.

And under his lips.

Oh boy, his lips. And his tongue. So freaking talented.

By the time he'd actually let me removehisclothes, I'd been a sweaty, begging mess. Even now, my hair was sticking to my forehead, and I could feel the dampness dripping down my chest.

But I could hardly care.

If I weren't so far gone, I might've laughed out loud. Instead, all I could do was breathe, "You're a monster, you know that?"

This time, Iwasn'treferring to the size of his cock, which yes, was definitely monster-sized.

He gave me a long deliberate thrust. "Yeah. And don't you forget it."

I wouldn’t.

In fact, I wouldn't forget anything about tonight, because all of it had been way too unexpected and surreal.

Even now, my eyelids kept fluttering open and shut, torn between the desire to get fully lost in the sensations filling me to the brinkandthe need to look at him – to gaze into his eyes, and to admire the muscles of his shoulders and chest as they shifted and moved above me.

But soon, I couldn’t keep my eyelids open another moment, because all of the sensations were simply too much, and I was falling fast into sweet oblivion. And just like that, I was tingling all over, from my toes to my fingertips and everywhere in between.

When he climaxed against me, I took another deep, shuddering breath. Somehow, I managed to say, "I meant it, you know."

His lips were very close to my ear. His tone was rough and teasing. "You meant what? You're crazy about me?"

I giggled. "Yes. I did mean that."

"And you love me?"

Oh, boy. Did I ever.I took another long trembling breath. "Yes."

"That's my girl."

I liked it when he said that. In fact, I liked all of this. Ilovedit, actually. Still, I had to protest, "But that's not what I meant."

"I know."

"You do?" I laughed against him. "So you admit you're a monster?"