Chapter 37

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Margot

I can't think. I can barely breathe. Jigsaw wants to be with me. Wants me as his girlfriend. Not his student that he's throwing a few pity sex lessons.

The man who said he doesn't do relationships now wants to be in a relationship. With me.

He kisses my neck, my cheeks, and aims for my lips but I pull away.

"So this is a relationship, now?" I ask.

He groans. "I already said yes."

"No more crappy Post-it Note messages?"

He closes his eyes. "I didn't know what else to say. I'm not good at…I'm not good at putting feelings and shit into words."

I cock my head. "Is this just because someone else asked me out? You're jealous? But a few weeks from now you'll disappear on me again?"

"No. I've wanted to tell you…for a while." He closes his eyes and looks so miserable, I have a twinge of regret about pressing him. "I just don't know how."

Tears blur my eyes. "I don't either, you know. I've never felt like this before. I don't know if it's the amazing sex or something more."

His eyes search my face. Is he hurt? Shocked? "Why can't it be both?"

"I want it to be." I press my hands to his cheeks, burning every inch of his face into my memory. My thighs tremble, and I hitch them higher around his hips, locking my ankles together behind his back. "I like you too, you know. I like your sense of humor. I love your loyalty to your brothers and your club. I like that you're scary on the outside but so sweet to me. I like that you're protective over me but not suffocating. I love that you don't try to talk me into things I don't want to do." I mash my lips against his. "I love how hard your body is but how gently you handle me."

"Little lady death, why are you trying to kill me?"

"What?"

"Thank you." He kisses my cheeks and then my lips. "For understanding me. Accepting me for who I am but still somehow changing me into something better."

I think that's what love is? I think I love you.

No. I can't say that. Not yet.

"I don't want to change you," I whisper.

"But you are. For the better. And I want to."

"Okay." I yank my shirt off the rest of the way, letting it fall to the floor.

His gaze drops to my breasts.

I lean closer, capturing his lips with mine. It's more than a kiss. It's full of excitement about all the new possibilities we've opened. After a few long, warm collisions our sweet kiss flips into something more frantic and needy. I'm tugging at his shirt, but it's trapped against my body and our lips are still fused together. I'm so busy trying to thwart the laws of physics, I don't realize he's heading for my bedroom until the door slams shut behind us.

Still clinging to his wide shoulders, my heart swoops as he gently lays me on the bed. I shove my pants down over my hips, while he shrugs off his cut and rips his T-shirt over his head.

"Show me." He lifts his chin as he works his belt loose.

Flushed with excitement, I don't need to ask. I press my feet flat into the mattress and slowly inch them apart.

"Fuck," he grumbles with annoyance, while he struggles to get his boots and jeans off. "Touch yourself for me."

I slide my hand down. My body jerks as I massage two fingers over my clit.

"Good girl," he rasps. He wraps one hand around his cock, pumping a few times before reaching for my nightstand.

Prickles of pleasure fan over my thighs. My teeth dig into my bottom lip as he smooths the latex down his shaft.

"Please hurry." I hold out my hand for him.

Hi gaze slides between my face and the hand between my legs.

"I want you inside me. Now."

He unleashes a feral growl and climbs over me. I cup his cheek and stroke my thumb against his bristly chin. He shifts his hand between us and I gasp as his cock grazes my entrance. I lift and wrap my legs around him.

We both groan as he slowly sinks inside.

"You okay?" Eyes burning, he studies my face.

Need forces me to shift my legs higher, gasping at the friction against my clit. "Yes. Please move."

Laughing, he slips his arms underneath me and licks the side of my neck. He slowly draws back, then presses inside, working to a quick, steady rhythm.

"Better." He kisses and sucks at my neck. "You're all wet and ready for me? Liked me chasing you up the stairs?"

I dig my fingers into his biceps, amazed at his strength and control. "Maybe. I don't like fighting with you, though."

"Not a fight," he says through heavy breaths. "A passionate discussion."

"I like that better."

"Good." He straightens, pulling me up with him.

"What are you doing?" I gasp at the change in angle and friction.

"Need you to do some work but I like your tits mashed up against me." He yanks my hips closer, coaxing me to ride up and down his cock. I wrap my arms around him tighter and bury my face against his neck. Mouth open, I moan into his ear. Kiss and suck at his neck. My thighs flex, rolling my hips, finding more of that delicious friction right where I need it.

"You feel so good." He presses kisses to my cheek and neck. "Born to ride my dick, baby." He gathers my hair in one hand and tugs, forcing me to meet his lust-glazed eyes. His other arm curled around my back keeps me anchored to him. Rough, calloused fingers dig into my butt and hips, turning me even more frantic.

He squeezes his eyes shut, the cords of his neck tightening with the tension of holding on. That's what pushes me over the edge. Me. My body. How we fit so well together. I have the power to take him to the edge and push him right over.

My body seizes, stealing my breath. He seals his mouth over mine, swallowing my little cries. Pleasure showers over me, my thighs shake, toes curl as our sweaty skin slides together.

"Fuck." Jigsaw releases my hair and squeezes my ass, pushing me impossibly closer to him, setting off more fireworks.

The intensity forces a scream out of my throat.

My world spins sideways. He drops me on the bed, pushes my legs up to my chest, and slides right back inside me. "Holy shit!" My eyes pop from the force of sensation at the new angle.

"Okay?"

"Yes. Good. Harder."

His hips slam into me at a rapid pace, jiggling my breasts. The hot feral gleam in his eyes tips me into another orgasm, sharper in its intensity.

"Coming," he rasps, jerking inside me, his body tight. He groans and slows into a deep grinding swivel of his hips.

We collapse in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs. He pulls my limp body half on top of him with my head resting on his chest. His heart thunders beneath my ear.

"I can't move," I whisper.

"Same." He flexes his fingers over my hair, affectionately massaging my scalp.

"I don't want anyone else." I lift my head and kiss his chest, wishing I also had the courage to give him the three words burning in my heart.