I Want You Back (Want You #1)(107)

“Now?”

“Right now.” He dragged more kisses down my throat. “Please.”

From the heat of his mouth, of his words, of his body pressed against mine, I’d started to drift to that sensual daze that Jax could invoke with little effort. And the please . . . I loved that as much as I loved right now.

My soft moan was all the encouragement he needed.

Jax rucked my skirt up to my hips, hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of my tights, then shimmied them and my panties down my legs to the tops of my boots. “I love that you wear skirts.”

I knew he loved hobbling me, only allowing my legs to spread so far, forcing a tighter connection and less movement on my part, since I tended to be squirmy.

“Unbutton your blouse,” he said against the curve of my shoulder, “then put both hands on the wall.”

And I loved his commanding urgency, his rapid breath flowing against my skin.

Behind me, I felt his hands yanking down his sweats and boxer briefs. Then his mouth was gone from my skin for a moment when he ditched his long-sleeved T-shirt.

My fine motor skills vanished entirely when I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, followed by the heavy weight of his erection nudging me.

Apparently my clothing removal wasn’t fast enough. Jax tugged my blouse free, peeled it down my arms and chucked it on the floor. My bra quickly landed next to it.

Then his muscled chest was as hot and heavy as a sun-warmed rock against my back. I hissed in a breath when his right hand dove between my legs and his left hand impatiently swept my hair aside so he could sink his teeth into the nape of my neck as he impaled me.

“Oh god.”

“Gotta be quiet so no one can hear how much fun we’re having,” he whispered, moving my hand to a better position on the wall to brace myself.

That fizzy, flipping, buzzy sensation overtook me when he started to thrust.

Yes, definitely fun, but so much more than that. “Jax.”

“You can touch me all you want later,” he growled into my ear.

We’d become attuned to each other so fast it’d scare me if I dwelled on it. Instead I blanked my mind to everything except how Jax made me feel—alive, desired, beautiful.

His.

The relentless rhythm he set never faltered as he kissed the slope of my shoulder. The man was a multitasking master, keeping his hand spread between my hip bones over my mound so he could stroke me and hold me in place as his other hand toyed with my breasts.

“Tell me you’re close,” he panted against my temple. “Christ, I need to work on my stamina, because I’m about to blow.”

“Then do it. Do it as you’re kissing me.”

“Lu-cee.” He said my name as a drawn-out groan, the last syllable vibrating against my mouth before our lips met in a hungry kiss.

He slammed into me twice more and then his body shuddered against mine.

I loved the energy I felt in that moment moving from him to me, proof of how powerful this love was between us.

Jax didn’t break any part of our connection, his hips still pumping slowly, his fingers still stroking me, that perfect mouth of his still owning me with every sweet suck of my tongue and every damp slide of his lips across mine.

After he ended the kiss, he nuzzled the side of my throat as he pulled air into his laboring lungs. “I love you. So fucking much.”

I pushed upright from the wall and reached back to clamp a hand on his ass cheek, and twisted my other arm over my head, wrapping it behind his neck. “Mmm. I love you so fucking much too.”

“We should quit our jobs and spend every hour that Mimi is in school in bed. Can you imagine how killer my stamina would be?”

I nipped his jaw—hard—and he hissed. “You have like ten businesses you’re running. Speaking of . . . Maybe this isn’t the time to bring it up—”

“Unless you’re bringing up being ready for round two . . . I don’t even want to think about work when I’m still buried inside you and my dick is still half-hard.” His hands gravitated to my hips and he gently pulled out. Then he kissed my temple and retreated.

I righted my own clothing and turned around to see he’d gotten dressed and was wiping off his hands with antibacterial wipes.

Then he said, “If I make this my main office, I’ll have to install a private bathroom.”

No communal bathrooms for the rich. I understood it went deeper than that, but I opted not to comment. When he offered me the wipes, I took one of those without comment too.

Three knocks sounded on the door and Jax grinned at me. “Maybe my lack of stamina isn’t such a bad thing. Not enough time for us to get interrupted.” He planted a kiss on my mouth. “But I still owe you one later tonight.”

Jax opened the door and Margene paused in the doorway. “What’s up, Margene?”

“Gabi asked me to come and get you. She needs you”—she looked at me—“both of you in the arena.”

My stomach clenched. “Mimi?”

“Yeah, but she’s not the injured party.” Margene’s eyes held wariness. “The boy she bodychecked is.”





Twenty-two





JAX




Margene didn’t say another word as we left the office and entered the rink.