“Condom,” he says as he pulls away.

I nod. I watch his every move as he reaches for his discarded pants on the floor. I tell myself not to think about why he has one in his pocket. I’m glad he’s prepared. If he didn’t have one, I would think that he’s gone bareback with someone else. I don’t know why, but I think that would kill me more than knowing he was expecting to sleep with someone else tonight. All thoughts leave as he hovers over me, condom in place.

I close the distance by nibbling his lips with my teeth. He growls, and in the next second, the head of his cock is at my opening. I suck in a breath as he slowly fills me. I can feel every delightful inch of him. I squeeze his biceps, digging my nails into them. He holds still, like he did the first time, allowing me to readjust to his size. I nod, letting him know to move.

“I can’t hold back anymore,” he says through gritted teeth as he slides almost completely out of me.

I wrap my legs around his waist, deepening the position. “Then don’t.”

He slides slowly back in, letting me feel every delectable inch of him. He pulls out with the same ease. Staring into my eyes, he bends down and traces my lips with his tongue. I suck it into my mouth. He growls and slams into me.

“OH GOD . . . YES . . . JAX . . .” I scream as he starts to pound in and out of me.

He slides almost all the way out again and slams back in. He does this over and over again. I’m dripping wet. I can feel my juices running down my thighs and onto my blanket.

I lick his ear and suck on the earlobe. “Please,” I moan into his ear.

All teasing is gone. He finally fucks me like we both need him to. I run my hands down his chest, digging my nails into his back. He’s fucking me so hard my body moves up the bed. He grabs onto my hips to hold me in place. My vision blurs as pleasure takes over.

“Eyes on me.” He lifts one of my legs and hooks it over his shoulder.

They snap open, obeying his command. I wasn’t even aware they were closed. Everything seems to slow down but speed up at the same time. When I think I can’t take anymore, one of his hands shifts to my clit. His thumb moves in circles, giving me the most pleasure I’ve ever felt. My legs quiver.

Sweat drips off his forehead and onto my chest. I feel it trail down the center of my breast and towards my belly button. My skin is on fire. I’m so close . . . I need more. He’s close, too. He’s biting his lip in concentration.

He licks my throat. “Cum,” he commands in his sexy bedroom voice.

I shake my head. I need more.

He rubs my clit faster. I gasp at the new sensations. I stare into his eyes and see all the love he has for me. He’s looking at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“I love you,” he says.

I shatter around him. Everything disappears except for the feeling of him inside of me. I’m barely aware of him following me into his own climax. I blink a few times, trying to clear the spots from my vision. His breathing ragged, he lays on top of me. We lay like this for a few minutes until he slowly slides out of me. I wince. Without a word, he walks naked into my in-suite bathroom. I hear the water running. Before I know it, he’s returned with a washcloth in hand.

I watch him as he cleans me up. Once he’s done, he tosses the washcloth onto the floor and climbs into bed. He pulls my naked body to him. I turn so that my head is on his chest.

“I’ve missed you,” I whisper.

“I’ve been right here, love, I could never leave you.”

“Jax—”

“I know I just . . . I just couldn’t watch you with him. I hate when he touches you. It makes me sick just to watch you two hold hands.” He says it barely loud enough for me to hear.

I watch his face the entire time. Seeing how truthful his words are hurts me. I hate that I hurt him and led on Kohen at the same time. I don’t believe I did anything wrong because I was done with Jax. I gave up on him when he walked away from me the last time. I was moving on, it just sucks that Kohen is going to get hurt because of me.

“It’s only ever been you,” I murmur into his chest.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Feeling something soft and warm on the back of my leg, I move it away quickly, kicking whatever was trying to wake me up.

“FUCK!” Jax shouts at the same time I realize that the something I kicked was a someone and it was a face.

“Crap! I’m sorry,” I say while trying not to laugh.

“You think this is funny?”

My laugher dies when I see him covering a part of his face, holding his bleeding nose. I jump out of bed and run toward the bathroom to get him toilet paper, but my sheet has other plans. I fall flat on my face before I even know that I’m falling.

“Ouch,” I say into the hardwood floor that I once thought was beautiful, but I now have the urge to cover up with carpet.

Before I can even lift my head, Jax is kneeling next to me, helping me up. Seeing a few drops of blood trickle to the floor, I look up to find Jax’s already squeezing his nostrils together. It then dawns on me that it isn’t his blood on my floor, it’s mine. Awesome. I can’t help it, I start laughing. The unladylike laughing too. Snorts and all. Which of course makes it harder for Jax to keep pressure on my nose, too.

“You really find this funny?”

“How can you not find this funny? We both have bloody noses. What are the chances?”

“I learned a long time ago to expect the unexpected when it comes to you. I do have to give it to you, though, I really didn’t think you would kick me in the face when I tried waking you up.”

I move my hand up to my face and he lets go of my nose. I lead us both to the bathroom for some much needed toilet paper.

“You should have known that you would have gotten hurt trying to wake me up. I’m not known for being the easiest to wake up.”

“That’s the understatement of the year.”

I glare at him as I inspect my nose in the mirror, happy to see that it has already stopped bleeding. I have a nice bruise already forming at the bridge of my nose. If only this was a horrible nightmare. The pain in my face reminds me this is reality. Which of course makes me laugh again. Jax gives me his best stern look, but by the way he’s biting the inside of his cheek, I can tell he’s trying not to laugh, too.

“Come . . . on . . . this . . . is . . . funny,” I eventually wheeze out when I’m able to somewhat control myself.

“I can’t believe that you keep hitting my face. That’s the only thing I have going for me. How do you expect me to get ladies now?” Jax says with a chuckle.

I narrow my eyes at him. I know he’s joking but I can’t help feel a little stab of jealousy when he mentions wanting to look good for the ladies. Mentally brushing it off, I turn my shower on.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jax asks.

“Nothing, I just want to clean up.” I notice the blood on my hands and a few drops on my breast, my very naked breast.

It’s then that I realize that I’m wearing nothing. Holy shit, I can’t believe that I’m prancing around naked, and worse, that I fell flat on my face. The sexiest woman award definitely won’t be showing up at my doorstep anytime soon.

“Hey, don’t do that.”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

Jax takes a step closer, I take a step back.

“Don’t pretend with me. I know you, Ads, you can’t fool me.”

Another step forward. Another step back. I can’t help thinking about Jax being a lion stalking his prey. I love that he’s stalking me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I breathe heavily when Jax has me pushed up against the wall.

He smiles wickedly before raising my arms that I unconsciously crossed to cover myself. He looks at me with such longing that my legs feel like Jell-O. When Jax licks his lower lip, I bite mine to keep from moaning. How embarrassing, he hasn’t done anything to me and I’m already fighting the urge to moan. Everything he does is so fucking hot it’s hard not to get turned on and lose myself in him.