“Shit, baby.” And that was the last thing he said for a while. Our mouths clashed in a warring feud. We couldn’t get enough of each other. I slid my palms under his shirt, up his chest, dragging the soft cotton along for the ride. He pulled back long enough to yank it from his body, and the shirt flew behind him somewhere, lost in the shadows of my living room.

We slowly made our way in that direction, losing more clothing on the way. After I shed my jeans, he hoisted me in his embrace, hands firm on my hips. I wrapped my legs around him, and he twirled until we fell onto the couch with me on top. I straddled him, my hair falling all around us, and drove onto his cock in a downward thrust.

With a grunt, he lifted me, sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit down hard, then jerked me to his lap again. “Harder, babe,” he demanded, breathless.

I slammed onto him and cried out, fingers curling into the cushions on the back of the couch. Something animalistic took over. He grabbed my nape and brought me closer, sucked on my throat, scraped his teeth across the tender flesh there. Letting go of the sofa, I clutched his hair and tugged, making him growl in pain.

He rose, bringing me with him, and we stumbled down the hall, slamming into one side then the other, his cock still nestled inside me, our lips and hands everywhere.

“We’re so fucked,” he said, nibbling my ear.

“Fucked is feeling damn spectacular right now.”

His laughter rumbled down the side of my neck. “Shit, babe, I’m gonna come inside you. I don’t think I can stop.”

Why would he want to? “Don’t stop,” I pleaded. I never wanted this to end. We stumbled deeper into the hall, and I pushed a door open. “The bed,” was all I managed to say. He carried me through the blackness, staggering the whole way, and we plummeted to the mattress. Hurtled toward abandon.

Pushing my leg up, he dangled it over his shoulder before slamming so deep, it hurt in the best way imaginable. Teeth nipped at skin. Nails scratched the path of insanity. Fingers clutched with possession. Groans rent the air. He was just as vocal, which was the biggest turn on of all.

“My little slut,” he said, moaning into the crook of my shoulder with each thrust of his cock. “You own me, baby. You fucking have me wrapped.”

We had each other wrapped, or I wouldn’t have entered my house knowing he was waiting. I would have gotten in my car and fled. Would have put as much distance as possible between us because I’d known the instant I’d pulled that gun on Jax, there’d be hell to pay.