A low rumble emanated from his chest, and his eyes flashed with intensity. For an instant, she thought it was anger that had transformed his face into something wild, up until the point a slow, feral smile stretched his lips. “I like when you get possessive. It’s sexy. Makes me want to spin you around and fuck you from behind.” Her jerked his chin. “Right up against that counter over there.”
The anger in her evaporated instantly and was replaced by the stunned, shaky feeling her body always got when he had texted to her like that. How many naughty discussions had they had in the last four months? How many times had his words left her legs trembling, and her stomach quivering with desperation to have him buried deep inside of her? And now he was here. Now those sexy words weren’t in a text for her to read. She didn’t have to imagine his voice. She could hear the deep timbre of it and see the desire in his eyes as he dragged his gaze down her body.
She could actually have him.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
The sexy smile fell from his lips and he slid off the counter, catching her hand on his thigh and placing it on the hard length of his erection pressing against his jeans.
Oh God, how could a man be this sexy?
He stalked her, pushing her by the hips backward until her ass hit the counter on the other side of the small kitchen. Such hunger roiled in his eyes. The second he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, he slid his hand down the front of her shorts, cupped his hand on her sex and pushed a finger into her. She inhaled deeply at how surprising and good the sensation was. Jax was a man who knew exactly how to touch a woman. She was clay in his capable hands. Not submissive in the bedroom in general, but right now, she would’ve done anything he asked.
His free hand went to the side of her neck and held her in place as he deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth. Annalise let off a tiny helpless whimper and unsnapped the button on his jeans. It sounded so loud in the quiet of the kitchen. She brushed her fingertips against the swollen head of his hard cock, and Jax reacted, thrusting against her with a soft, sexy groan. Desperate, she shoved his jeans down his hips, exposing the muscular V at his waist. Jax pulled his hand from her shorts, shrugged out of his blue flannel shirt, then reached over his head, and pulled off his black T-shirt, leaving his hair mussed as he tossed the fabric onto the floor. His massive shoulders rippled with muscle as he moved to grip her waist again. His fingers dug into her skin as his lips collided with hers again. The kiss was urgent now, the pace of his stroking tongue fast and hard as he pressed his hips against hers.
To touch his skin was a need. It wasn’t a want. To exist another moment, she needed to feel the warmth of his skin against hers. Annalise eased back just enough to tug her shirt off, though much less graceful than Jax had. He helped. He peeled it from her arms the rest of the way in a rush, and then reached behind her and popped the clasp of her bra like he’d written the damn book on being a smooth operator. Hooking his finger in the front of her bra, he yanked it off her arms and, without hesitation, moved to her shorts. He didn’t even unbutton them, just shoved them along with her panties down to her ankles so she could step out of them. He stepped back with the smack of his lips, cast a quick glance down at the pile of fabric, and grinned.
She’d worn pink see-through lacies today, just in case number one on her list did happen.
He slid a firm hand to her breast and massaged as he pressed his hard erection against her belly. So warm. Surely, Jax ran ten degrees hotter than her. She wanted to study all his tattoos and ask about every one of them. She wanted to know the story he’d had drawn on the canvas of his body, but that would have to wait because right now, she just wanted to close her eyes and feel him. And not just him, but the blanket of safety he laid over her every time he was physically close. It was broad daylight, and she wasn’t insecure at all about her body. She’d never trusted anyone this much, and she’d only just met him in person.
Inside of her, She-Devil was quiet and watchful. Happy almost. Well, that was new.
Jax gripped her hips and spun her slowly while kissing her. When she faced the counter, right before he disengaged from the kiss, he sucked hard on her bottom lip, bit it slightly. Oh, she liked bitey. Or more specifically, She-Devil did.
Annalise’s body was on fire, and the warmth gathered and pooled between her thighs. Anticipation built in her lower belly when Jax gripped the back of her hair and pushed her forward so that her bare breasts rested on the cool surface of the counter. She thought he would ease into her, but the second the head of his cock pushed into her wet entrance, Jax thrusted hard and stretched her in an instant. The growl was back in his throat now as he reared back and shoved into her again. So big, but she was ready and relaxed and this didn’t hurt at all. It felt so fucking good, she was left breathless with every thrust. And then he reached around her hip and pressed his fingers on her clit, rubbed in rhythm to him slamming into her, and she cried out at how sensitive she was. Jax massaged her breast with the other hand, pinning her against the counter as he bucked into her, over and over, faster and harder until she was crying out with every stroke, so close to release.
When he leaned against her and bit down on her neck, the pressure in her middle built to blinding, and her orgasm was instant with the pressure of his teeth on her skin. She screamed his name as he pounded into her. The quick, deep pulses were so fast, and she was so responsive to their connection right now, it was almost a relief when he snarled and shoved deep inside her, froze as the first jet of warmth throbbed from his cock.
His teeth were still on her as he bucked into her again and again with the rhythm of his own pulsing release.
“Do it,” she said mindlessly. Do what? He was giving it to her hard, had given her an orgasm that was stretching on and on. What was she asking?
Jax’s jaws clenched so that he was close to piercing her skin. It hurt. What kind of violent creature in her middle would ask for this? What kind of monster would ask that a man she cared for hurt her?
Still she begged. “Please, Jax.”
The bite got harder. He would draw blood with it. Warmth was streaming down her inner thighs, and they were still throbbing together, matching each other’s orgasms, but suddenly, Jax released her neck and pulled out of her so fast, it was shocking.
Legs shaking and splayed, she leaned against the counter, panting, wondering where the all-consuming warmth had gone. In that instant of disconnect, she missed his touch down to her bones. Her instincts told her something was very wrong.
“Fuck,” Jax choked out in a strange, gravelly voice. “Anna…”
Annalise turned just in time to see Jax fall to his knees, his body rippling with breaking bones.