Chapter 40

MILA

All I picture isthis line on the ground.

A bright red line. A glowing red line.

I'm standing on my side of the line, just minding my own business.

Jax steps over that line.

See! It's all his fault! I proved it!

I blink a few times as I stare up at Jax.

He then decides to make a very sexy and bold move.

He steps back and away from me.

Offering distance. Putting me on the spot.

I take a sip from the bottle in my hand. It doesn't even taste good. I've had too much of it anyway.

With the flick of my wrist, I toss the bottle away.

Not to sound too cruel but whoever is taking care of the house will find it.

Someone who is paid to keep the grass cut and the flowers looking nice.

Or maybe some realtor will when Mac decides to sell the house.

What do I care about any of that right now?

Yeah, I'm coming across very mean right now, aren't I?

I can still see that imaginary red line. Flashing. Tempting.

I step forward.

I step over the line, even if Jax can't see it or tell that I just did.

There is no sense of worry or care inside me. My body moves on what I can only describe as instinct. I have the taste of Jax's mouth in mine and I want more.

A small voice whispers one little word - fuck - and that's that.

I hurry toward Jax and jump up to my toes.

By the time I grab for his face, he's got his hands to my sides and lifts me up.

I'm eye level with him as we start to kiss.

Now we're talking real kissing here.

I mean, the previous kiss - our first kiss - was hot. Yes. Deep. Sweet. Hot. Yes.

But this…

I'm kissing him like it's going to save his life. I'm scratching at his face. My brain is telling me not to be so rough but… why not? This temptation has been burning between us for far too long.

His hands creep down from my lower back to my ass.

OhmyGod, Jax is grabbing my ass!

I repeat - Jax is grabbing my ass!

Sound the alarms!

He's not all that gentle either, which I'm okay with.

I feel his strong fingertips digging and pulling at me.

This guy is insane… so sexy and insane…

He knows my situation and doesn't care. And the first chance he gets, he's going for my ass.

Jax is nothing that I'm used to.

His hands move back up but this time he purposely moves under my clothes.

Touching my skin.

Fingertips now gently digging as he touches me.

I truly have no idea where this moment is going to end up.

The sober voice of logic is drowned out by the drunk voice of enjoyment.

Plus, add in the notion that we are here because of a funeral…

I just want to be held and to be touched.

And not just by anyone, okay? If I'm choosing - which I am - then I'm choosing Jax. And he's holding me. And he's touching me. And in some realm there is nothing wrong with that.

Jax makes a quick move, turning around.

He sits me on one of the thick railings of the gazebo.

I reach for a post and try to grab it but it's too thick… big…

OhGod…

Jax pulls away from the kiss.

He gently presses his nose against mine and he growls. "You are the most temptation I've ever dealt with in my fucking life, honey. I hope you know that."

"That's why I'm here," I say, wanting to flirt back. "To be nothing but temptation for you."

Jax drops his mouth down to my neck and he kisses.

Lips… tongue… I even feel his teeth.

OhmyGod.

His kisses are so aggressive yet somehow caring at the same time.

I put my head back and let out a sigh.

I'm staring right up into one of the bulbs above me.

The shimmering LED bulb, watching as Jax kisses to the other side of my neck.

His left hand moves up my shirt too.

As I feel his fingers climb over my bra… over my breast… I let out a groan.

Jax pulls his lips from my neck with a wet sound. "Tell me you like when I touch you, honey."

"Jax… don't stop…"

I know even those two words will open things up to something else.

Jax's hand squeezes at my breast. His fingers knead…

I gasp for a breath, then feel his right hand touch the small button at the front of my pants.

Jax's touch… over my panties…

I suck in a breath as I feel his fingers slither down my pants. Over my panties. Following my body… curling around.

My inner thighs begin to tremble and I almost close my legs. Almost.

His left hand moves across my chest and he eases his hand into the top of my bra…

I gasp again.

"Tell me it's okay, honey," Jax growls. "Or I will fucking stop right now."

"It's more than okay," I blurt out. "Don't stop…"

"Fucking hell, Mila," he growls. "You don't have a fucking clue about yourself…"

I'm not sure what that means, but I lose my breath when his left hand is now touching my left breast. His fingertips one by one curl and flick at my tender, tight, now rock-hard nipple.

His right hand is between my legs, pressing against my panties.

I know I'm soaked and I know he knows that, even through my panties…

The craziest part with Jax is that he then uses one finger between my legs.

I think it's his middle finger.

One finger.

He rubs. He presses. He teases just enough to make my hips thrust.

Then he touches me where I so desperately need it the most.

I bite down on my bottom lip as the pleasure soars from my clit throughout the rest of my body.

My body jumps and jerks toward him, not away.

His left hand holds my bare breast tight. Commanding. Selfish.

"Look at me, honey," he orders.

I manage to look at him.

"You're going to come for me," he whispers. "Don't you dare try holding back on me now. It's too late for that."

I simply nod.

Jax doesn't blink either. He just looks at me. Not even through me. He devours me with his stare.

That turns me on even more.

His middle finger is moving left to right. Pressing my panties against my clit. Moving at the perfect speed. With the perfect amount of pressure.

His other hand… he uses his thumb and forefinger to find my nipple and gently rolls it between his fingers…

Signals in my body quickly collide.

From my chest and from my clit. Like a perfectly timed demolition of a building.

I let out a groan.

Then another. Much louder.

"Come for me, honey," Jax whispers a second before he kisses me.

I groan into his mouth and can't believe this is happening like this.

His middle finger digs hard and fast between my legs and I'm teetering on the edge of orgasm already. And I'm not even going to attempt to hold back either.

My hips jump forward again and I purr into his mouth.

Without thinking, I bite at his bottom lip.

The pleasure is just too much and I…

Jax knows I'm coming.

He surprises me when he moves his hand around to my lower back.

Following the line of my panties, fingers inside just a little, teasing.

More, so my body is jumping and rocking, convulsing with climatic pleasure.

Jax pulls at me as he thrusts forward.

Pressing himself between my legs, wanting me to feel him as I finish.

And believe me, I finish.

I finish… hard…

I'm basically humping him. Dry humping him.

Rocking myself against the impossibly large bulge inside his jeans.

Jax thrusts himself a few times, growling deep inside his throat as he does.

I know he wants to do more.

I know he wants to drop his pants and fuck me right there.

I wouldn't stop him. Not even close.

That thought alone makes me groan.

Jax pulls away, forcing me to stop biting his bottom lip.

I sit there on the railing, taking deep breaths.

My left breast is half out of my bra.

My pants are undone.

And then there's Jax.

Fully dressed. Staring at me.

The look in his eyes…

I can only think one thing right now.

Holy fuck.