Chapter 4:

Deeper

We barely made it to the elevator of his building two blocks away. The cab ride had been torture stolen kisses in the backseat, his hand under my dress again, my fingers tracing the outline of his hardening cock through his pants. By the time his apartment door clicked shut behind us, I was aching all over again.

Jax pinned me against the door the second we were inside, but this time it was slower. Deliberate. His mouth moved over mine like he wanted to memorize the taste. “You okay?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to search my eyes. “That was intense up there.”

“More than...