Jax pulled back and looked at him. Roman's chest was rising and falling fast, his hair slightly messed from Jax's hands, his eyes dark and completely unguarded.

"We have an hour forty," Jax said.

"I'm aware," Roman said.

"That's not very long."

"No." Roman's hand slid to the back of his neck. "So stop talking."

Jax kissed him again and Roman pulled him down and they stopped talking entirely.

His hands worked Roman's shirt up and Roman lifted his arms and let it go and Jax pressed his lips to his collarbone, his chest, feeling him shiver. Roman's hands moved over Jax's back, pulling his shirt over his head, and...