**

I did.

He pushed the shirt up to my waist and buried his face between my thighs.

His tongue was relentless — long, slow licks through my folds, sucking my clit into his mouth, then pushing inside me to fuck me with it.

I gripped his hair, moaning loudly, hips rocking against his face.

He brought me right to the edge again… and stopped.

“Jax— please—”

“Not yet,” he growled, standing up and wiping his glistening mouth. “Bedroom. Now.”

He carried me upstairs to his room — not the guest room, his room — and laid me on his massive bed.

He stripped slowly, letting me watch every inch...