I took her to the butter-leather sofa facing the fire and reluctantly let her hand go so she could sit down. I wasn’t moving across the room from her, though. We were going to talk, but we were going to be close to do it.
I sat down beside her and turned my body to face hers while draping an arm along the back of the sofa. “You came to see me. Not going to lie, Sadie, I’m really damn hopeful right now.”
She clasped her hands together in her lap and looked at them instead of me. “Can you promise me that you’ll never do that again? Never assume something of me without asking me first?” she asked, and then slowly turned her gaze to look at me.
She was here to give me a second chance. “Baby, I swear to God, I’ll never hurt you like that again. I would have to hear it straight from you before I believed anything bad of you ever again. And even then I don’t think I’d believe it. My girl is still as perfect as she was when I fell in love with her. I questioned that, and it will eat me up for a really long time. I can’t forgive myself, but I really want you to. I’ll do anything you ask. Just love me again, Sadie. Please.”
She inhaled deeply and kept her eyes fixed on me. “If I hadn’t been pregnant, would you have come for me?”
I had asked myself this same question already. The answer was yes. I wouldn’t have been able to make it another night without seeing her and making sure she was okay. “Yes. Even when I believed that bullshit, I was worried about you. I missed you. I never stopped loving you.”
She studied me for a moment, and then she nodded. “I believe you.”
I was ready to pull her in my arms now. “Can you love me? After all this . . . can you love me again?” I asked her, needing to know if her heart was going to be closed off to me forever.
She smiled. “I never stopped loving you. I wanted to. It would have been easier. But I can’t turn it off with a switch. I’ve loved you for five years, and I’ll love you for a hundred more.”
I held out my hand again. “Come here.” I waited to see if she would. Her small hand lifted, then slipped into mine. I tugged her over to me and grabbed her waist, then deposited her in my lap.
“I’m gonna need you now,” I told her as I pulled her mouth to mine.
“M’kay,” was her response just before my mouth covered hers.
Sadie
Jax broke our kiss just long enough to pull my shirt up over my head and toss it aside. He got my bra off next, before easing me back onto the sofa while kissing the tops of my br**sts and circling each areola with his tongue. When he bit each pebbled nipple, I cried out. But then, he knew I would.
I loved the tight sting from his teeth.
“We’ll be sweet later. Right now I need you,” he said as his hands started working on my jeans and tugging them down my body. Once he had me completely naked, he stood up and stripped.
It was a sight that the majority of the female world fantasized about but that I got daily. The Jax Stone strip show. Nothing was better than that.
He kissed his fingertips, then touched his side, where my name was tattooed in the shape of an infinity sign.
“If you’d never believed me . . . would you have removed that?” I asked.
Jax lowered his body over mine and kissed a path up my stomach, through the valley between my br**sts, then along my collarbone. “I was hurt, Sadie. But once I came out of my pain haze, I would have realized it didn’t f**king matter if you’d done it or not. I can’t live without you, baby.”
“I’d never hurt you like that. I don’t want you to believe I could do that to you,” I told him.
“Mmmm,” he murmured in my ear. “Well then, make my ache feel better right now. Stand up for me and stick out that sweet ass.”
My body was already tingling, but those words made the tingles burst into flames. He moved off me, and I stood up and bent over to grab the back of the sofa.
His hands circled my waist and he groaned. “Fuck, Sadie. This ass is amazing.” He put his hand between my legs. “Spread them wider.”
I did as I was told and waited anxiously for him to fill me. This was normally how we ended fights. In one thrust he was inside me. I cried out his name and held on to the sofa as he moved his h*ps so that he slid in and out of me. “My sweet ass,” he said as he slapped one of my butt cheeks.
Whenever we fought, Jax needed sex that reminded him that I was his. It eased his mind. This was part of it. Claiming my body. The good part for me was that his words made me hotter.
“No one else gets to touch this. Just me. It’s always just been mine,” he said in a reverent tone as he caressed the spot he had spanked. “Tell me it’s mine, Sadie.”
Biting my lip, I kept from smiling, but I didn’t say anything. When I didn’t tell him he got more demanding, and I loved that. His hand slapped my other butt cheek. “Tell me,” he repeated, and I pressed back against him with my bottom and he growled.
His hand slid down to my swollen clit, and he stopped moving. I was panting now, needing him to take me over the edge. “Tell me,” he repeated in a deep, demanding voice.
“It’s yours. I’m yours,” I said, desperate for him to take me there.