Shattered (LOST #3)(70)

Her hand slid up his cheek. Sank into his hair. “I will learn all of your secrets, Jax. And they won’t scare me.”

He kissed her. Harder, deeper than she’d kissed him. “Good.” Because he wanted her to know, even if he was reluctant to say the words himself. Sarah had come into his life and she’d taught him about fear.

He’d been afraid when she’d been in the fire. Terrified that he wouldn’t get to her in time.

And when he thought of her turning away from him . . . because she might come to hate him or be disgusted by him . . .

Fear.

He tumbled her back onto the bed. He’d been slow with her before. He’d savored her. She truly was a woman to be savored.

But something seemed to be happening in that room. To her. To him. To them.

Emotions were tangling out of control. The present—it was a time bomb, and he just needed—

“Fuck me, Jax.”

Her. She was what he needed.

He pulled back, just enough to yank open her jeans and shove them down. She kicked off her shoes. Tossed the jeans and her underwear. Then she was straddling him. Wrapping her legs around him and bringing her sex against his crotch. His dick was long and hard because—this was Sarah. He always got turned on by Sarah.

She jerked open the snap of his jeans. Pulled down the zipper, and then her hot, soft hands were pumping him. Again and again. She swiped her thumb over the tip of his arousal, and then she brought her thumb up to her mouth and sucked it. Her eyes were on his as Sarah tasted him. She was so sexy that he thought he might explode right then.

But Sarah pushed up. Her hands closed around his shoulders as she positioned her body. And her sex brushed against him. Warm silk but . . .

“Condom,” Jax gasped out. He grabbed for his pants, started to put on the condom as fast as he could—

“I’d like to feel you,” Sarah said. “Skin to skin.”

He stilled, his whole body locking down as a surge of primal arousal flooded him. He would like nothing more than to fuck her, skin to skin, nothing between them. Nothing at all.

“I’m clean,” Jax told her, because he was fanatical about protection. He never wanted to risk having a child he didn’t know about. A child out there who was wondering . . .

Where’s my dad?

No, Jax slammed the door on the thought.

“So am I,” Sarah said.

And an image popped into his head. A baby, with Sarah’s smile. The real smile that didn’t come often enough. His heart seemed to hurt.

“But I’m not on the pill,” Sarah said. Her eyes looked so deeply into his.

She’s different. I want to be with Sarah. But . . .

He wanted to protect her, too. Because he had plans for Sarah. Plans that lasted far longer than a few dangerous days in New Orleans. But he wouldn’t be forcing her to stay with him because she was pregnant.

She’d stay because she wanted him. Just as desperately as he wanted her.

He kissed her. Heard that soft, sexy moan that she gave, and it just made him want her all the more. His hand slid between their bodies. When he touched her, Sarah was hot, but not nearly wet enough, not for him. He needed her wild, just the way he liked her.

So he stroked her.

“Jax, now!”

No, not now. Not yet. He was holding tightly to his control, for her.

He slid his index finger into her, then worked another finger into her tight sheath. She closed around him, feeling fucking fantastic, and he knew he’d explode when he drove balls-deep inside her.

His thumb pressed to her clit. He pushed and heard that moan come again. He pushed—

Her nails dug into his shoulders. “I need you.” Sarah kissed a hot path down his neck. Licked. Bit lightly. “Don’t make me wait, Jax. Don’t.”

He couldn’t refuse her. Not his Sarah.

His fingers withdrew. She was nice and wet now. Ready for him to sink inside her hot core.

Jax drove into her. His hands locked around her hips, probably digging in too deeply, but Sarah just arched toward him. Faster and harder they went and he was pretty sure they were breaking that old bed.

He didn’t care.

She was a tight glove around him. Every arch and glide of her body just pushed him ever closer to the edge of his control. He’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted Sarah.

No one would ever be like her.

She stiffened against him, her delicate muscles tensing, and he eased back because he liked to see the pleasure sweep over her face.

Fucking beautiful.

Then he pulled her down against him, holding her even closer, and he plunged into her. The orgasm pumped through his body, hollowing him out, and he shuddered against her. Jax pressed a kiss to her throat, right over her frantically pounding pulse. Kissing her hard there, wanting to mark her. Wanting everyone to know that Sarah was his.

Just as he was hers.

BRENT WEST KNEW that he should go home. There was no reason for him to keep staying at the hospital. Molly Guthrie was recovering. The docs and nurses were watching her, and the captain had given approval for one of the uniformed cops to keep guard that night.

But . . .

He slipped into Molly’s room. She was still hooked to machines. Their steady beeping filled the air. Her head was turned away from him and she seemed to be gazing out of the darkened window. She wasn’t, of course, she was probably asleep and—