He kissed me then—crushed his mouth to mine like a man who’d been starving for years. It wasn’t gentle. It was teeth and tongue and raw hunger. I moaned into it, my hands flying up to grip his broad shoulders, nails digging into muscle. He tasted like whiskey and sin. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming it, while his hand kneaded my tit roughly, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers.

My shorts were soaked now. I could feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs.

Jax pulled back just enough to yank my tank top up, exposing my full, heavy breasts. He groaned at the sight, leaning down to...