I just couldn't help myself. I pushed my body against his, my lips pressing against his. His hands wrapped around my hips and pushed my back against the door. My hands glided up his body to his hair, one hand finding a fist full, the other grasping at the side of his face. His hips molded against mine, his hands pulling my tightly body against his. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and my head was no longer in charge of what was happening. My body was entirely running on its own whims.

I let go of him, my hands moving to his t shirt hem line. I pulled it up, and he released me just long enough to slide it over his head. He pushed himself back against me, his lips on my neck. My head tilted back in pleasure. I ran my hands down his abs, enjoying the curvature of every muscle. I shuttered as I felt the tips of his fingers on my stomach, as his fingers curled under the hemline of my shirt. He pulled it over my head. He grabbed my hand and took me back to the bedroom. I wasn't feeling patient. I reached out and grabbed his face in my hands, eager to bring his mouth back to mine. Jax smoothly took me back in his arms, and broke our kiss only to sit back on the bed. He pulled me onto his lap, his hands taking my hips in their grasp. I pushed my lips against his, my body craving every caress of his hands, wishing I could get closer to him. His lips left mine, trailing down my neck. His tongue glided over my collarbone. One hand reached my midback, and my bra released. He pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. He twisted his body, one arm around me, holding me against him, as we rolled back onto the bed. He paused for a moment, his eyes staring into mine. He brushed a strand of hair away from my eyes.

His lips touched the side of my neck, and trailed down to my waist. I leaned forward, and pushed him off me. He looked confused for a moment, but I stood up and took his belt in my hands. He had a smirk on his face as he watched my hands. He put his hands on either side of mine, undoing the button of my shorts. His jeans dropped to the floor. He grabbed my shorts, pulling them down, and letting them fall to the floor. We kicked them off and he pushed me back onto the bed. We spent a few moments like that, making out on the bed like a pair of teenagers. It was a new sensation, the feeling of his bare skin against mine, a wonderful feeling. My heart was racing and my head was a complete fog. The only thing it could process was how wonderful his touch felt. The hand that was caressing my side ventured down my thigh, and back up. His palm glided over the peak of my pelvis. The kiss paused for a moment, absolute torture. His palm swept back over my panties, my hips pushing into his touch. My breath caught as his hand pulled the silk fabric away, and down my leg. Agonizingly slow, the side of his hand brushed up my shin and up to my pelvis. I caught my breath as his fingers caressed me. He placed one gentle kiss on my lips and then ventured to my neck. His teeth caught the skin on my neck, making my whole-body shake. I was on fire. Every inch of my skin was a live wire. I want him. Now. My hands traveled down his sides, my thumbs slipping in the fabric of his boxers on either side of his hips.

I pushed his boxers off, his hands doing to the rest. I opened my eyes, taking in his beauty for a moment. Good God, this beautiful man, in this moment, is all mine. I felt him against me. "Jax," I gasped.

He softly pressed his lips against mine, "Yes, beautiful?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "Safety."

He gave me a toothy grin. He rolled off me, and went to the bedside table. I heard him ruffle a few things in the drawer, and the crumple of a plastic wrapper. I seized the moment to catch my breath. He climbed back on top of me, his fingertips running from my chin, down my chest, to my pelvis. My whole body stiffened as his hips pushed against mine. He leaned down, kissing my chest. My stomach felt like a giant knot. I grabbed his shoulders as his hips moved us. I let out a shuttered breath, feeling on fire and freezing to death at the same moment. My nails were digging into his shoulders, but he didn't seem to mind. My abs were beginning to tighten, but Jax continued the torture by slowing his rhythm. I couldn't stifle a moan as he pulled back and ran his hand down my torso. I peeked under my eyelashes as lowered his face between my thighs. I let out a whimper, the feeling of his tongue against me was making me shake with every movement. I ran my fingers over his scalp, my hands grasping his hair as I felt the pulsing in my abdomen grow stronger. He paused for a moment, bringing himself against me. As we began to rock the bed again, Jax took my face in one of his hands. I opened my eyes, looking straight into those beautiful blue oceans. I grabbed his shoulders as my whole body was beginning to tremor. He moved faster, and the muscles in my abdomen began to feel like they would tear if they tightened anymore. My chest pushed against his, my back arching off the bed as I caught my breath.

I couldn't feel anything. My head had fireworks exploding inside its walls. My every fiber gave away. It was like everything went beautifully numb. He placed his lips one…two…three times softly against mine. I couldn't even find the ability to open my eyes. My breath finally began to return to my chest. The fog that had penetrated my veins began to fade, bringing in a sense of exhaustion. Jax's hand caressed the side of my face, I leaned into his touch.

A ball of orange light peaked through my lids. I squinted as I slowly cracked open my tired eyes. I closed them again, pulling the comforter closer. I lay there for a few moments, until I heard a gentle snore beside me. Alarmed, my eyes shot open. I didn't recognize this room. I glanced to the floor, seeing my clothes… I peeked over my shoulder. With his blonde hair hanging in thin strands over the side of his face, and the sunlight shining innocently on his tan skin, I could have mistaken Jax for an angel.

I pulled myself closer to him, resting my lips gently against his cheek. He pulled in a deep breath and let out a grumble. His eyes opened and a wide grin spread across his mouth. "Hey," he roughly whispered.

"Hey," I smiled. "Last night was…"

"That was something," he laughed.

"Yeah, something," I blushed. "I had a…good time."

He smirked, "I would have never known from how loud you were…Oh shit, time. What time is it?" He looked over my shoulder at the clock. "Shit, I'm late." He threw himself out of the bed, scooping his jeans off the floor and pulling them on.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Stuff for…for work. Sorry," he said as he threw a t shirt on. "I have to run. I'm sorry." He hurried over, grabbing my face firmly in both hands, planting a kiss on my lips. "I'll be back."

"Okay," I whispered as he rushed out the door. I heard him fumble with his boots and the door slamming behind him. I glanced out the window, seeing him pull his vest on as he approached his bike. He had barely even put his butt on the seat, before his motorcycle fired up and was roaring down the road. I sighed to myself. I was alone. Great.