Oh, my God! We were in public! Shit!

He held my waist, kissing and biting my lower back and ass.

I groaned, a fucking inferno blazing between my legs. “Jax, Jesus,” I whimpered. “Someone could come in.”

He stood up, lifted me into his arms, and carried me to the wall, leaving my shorts in a pile on the dusty floor.

Planting me back on my feet, he reached down and lifted my shirt over my head.

He was still wearing his straight-leg black pants, sitting low but secured with a black belt. He had taken off his T-shirt, though, and it hung out of his back pocket, swinging against his leg as he moved.

Hovering over me, he stared down in what felt like a dare. “No one’s coming in.” And he flattened his hand on my chest and ran it slowly down, stopping to knead my breast, and I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back as he claimed it in his fingers.

“Your Popsicle’s melting.” His voice held a hint of humor. And then I watched wide-eyed as he brought my hand up, peeled the Popsicle stick away and licked all my fingers one by one.

Lowering his hand, he swirled my nipple in his mouth, and I sucked in a breath through my teeth with the shock. My already hard nipples puckered even more, and the cold juice in his mouth contrasting with the sweltering heat wave down below made for a nice cyclone in my stomach.

“You like that.” He sounded surprised. “Bet you’ll love this.”

And I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails in when he slid the Popsicle between my legs, gliding it along my slit.

I moaned. “You’re such a little shit.” But holy hell, I loved it. “Please stop,” I begged.

He sank his lips into mine, molding our naked chests together, and I kissed him as if he were the last meal I’d ever eat. I held him close, going at him and rolling my hips into the Popsicle he still held there.

Fuck, I wanted him.

“I hated the idea that guy might touch you.” He slid the Popsicle in and out of my folds.

Oh, God. I squeezed my eyes shut. It felt so good.

I shook my head. “He didn’t touch me,” I gasped. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

He ignored the question as he continued kneading my hip and working the Popsicle.

“Jax,” I whispered into his lips. “You’re the one I think about.”

The next thing I knew the Popsicle was gone, and Jax was between my legs, licking up the red juice that had melted all over my skin.

“Oh, God.” I gripped his hair.

His lips sucked my clit, and I let him swing one of my legs over his shoulder as he ate me.

The dirt on the wall behind me ground into my back, and the heat burned my nostrils as I breathed hard.

“Jax, it’s so hot.” My hair was stuck to my neck and face. “Baby …” I fisted his hair harder, ready to ride his damn face if he didn’t give me what I needed.

He kissed my clit, my folds, my thigh where it met my hip …

“Your sweat …” He darted out his tongue, licking my hip and stomach. “Damn, you’re fun to play with.”

I swallowed and took my leg down. Gripping his ponytail at his scalp, I forced his eyes on mine. “I’m done playing.”

My eyes burned, and I didn’t know if it was from the ache of my pussy throbbing or knowing that his eyes, his tongue, or his fucking defiance was twisting me so hard and tight that I was ready to scream.

“Please. Fuck me,” I whispered. I could feel the wetness pouring out of me. I was ready. I needed this!

His eyes flared, and he, for once in his life, looked stunned.

His chest rose and fell in silence, but inch by inch, he rose to stand over me. My hands fell to his chest, and I held his eyes as he unfastened his belt. I smoothed his hair back above his ear, smelling tires and grease on him as he took out a condom and then let his pants fall to the floor, kicking everything off.

And I even held his eyes, sucking in a breath when he smoothed on the condom and lifted me, pressing my body into the steel wall behind me.

I hung off his neck, my head falling back as his nipple rings teased my breasts, and his lips bore down on mine.

“I want you,” I whispered. “I want your sweat on my skin, your tongue in my mouth, and your cock filling me up. Jax, I’m yours,” I rasped out, my throat dry. “I was only ever yours.”

He grabbed my neck, planting a hard kiss on my lips, and I gave it back full force.

And when he reached down between us and worked himself into my entrance and into my body, I pressed my lips to his so hard that I could feel his teeth cut into me.

“Oh, God,” I gasped and whimpered, my eyes squeezed shut and my whole body shaking as he sank into me, inch by hot inch.

“Ah,” I moaned, stilling and feeling him stretch me.

The searing heat shot through my womb and down my thighs as his steel thickness pushed deeper, and I let my head fall back as I clasped Jax’s neck with both hands.

We were joined, and I was on fire.

And I was his now.

CHAPTER 15

JAXON

I slid the rest of the way inside her, feeling her body stiffen and relax as she opened for me.

Jesus Christ.

I eased out, bringing my hips back slowly and then sliding back into her tight heat.

“Fuck, you feel good.” Her slick pussy surrounded my cock, holding it like a fucking glove, and I squeezed her hips, forcing myself to go slow.

I should’ve stopped. We were in public, and I should’ve fucking stopped, but I couldn’t.