deep inside me. As his tongue moved, his fingers danced, bringing me closer and closer to climax.
“Yes, please,” I begged, “Keep…going…Jax, I’m going to…” I hadn’t known, hadn’t known it could feel so good. I hadn’t known a man could ravish a woman as if she were his queen and his sole purpose was to please her in every way possible.
I couldn’t stop the shaking that overtook my whole body. As he fingered me and made love to me with his tongue, I was unable to stop the fierce orgasm that flooded my entire system.
“I love that, Sun.” He groaned in pleasure, still licking up my excitement. “I love how you taste on my tongue.”
I couldn’t even form full sentences anymore. I couldn’t find the words to connect in my mind to tell him what I wanted next, what I needed next. So, I stuttered out the only three words I could muster up.
“Fuck me, Jax,” I said breathlessly, and his eyes locked with mine.
“Yeah?”
“Please,” I begged, needing to know what it felt like to have him inside me.
He reached for his wallet in his jeans and pulled out a condom.
As he stood, he slid off his boxers, his hardness was revealed, and I was pretty certain I gasped at the size. As he slid the condom down his shaft, and I watched, I almost came all over again from the sinful sight of him stroking himself.
He held a hand out to me, lifted me from the chair, and moved me over to the couch.
As he positioned himself over me, he paused as his hardness lightly rubbed my core. “I want this forever,” he confessed, his voice low and somewhat shaky. His dilated eyes locked with mine as he began sliding into me. His lips parted as he lowered his mouth to mine. “I want you forever.”
“Yours,” I promised, wanting to cry out in pleasure from the feeling of him giving me every piece of him. “I’m yours.”
He began making love to me right there in the hidden room of the library. He rocked into me with no regrets. He fucked me with purpose. I felt all of him, too. I felt his light and his darkness, his happy and his sad, his forever and his always as he slid in and out of me with a rhythm that matched my heartbeats. Jax made love to me amidst thousands of novels, and I knew none of their stories were ever going to top the one we were creating within ourselves.
There was something so powerful about making love to your best friend.
And when we finished making love?
We did it again.
27
Kennedy
I started writing again.
It was nothing to tell the world about, and everything I scribbled might have been gibberish, but those words were mine, and I’d never been so thankful for being able to create. Each day, I headed to the library to write in the hidden nook. I’d stay there until the sun went down, typing away at words that were coming at me faster than my fingers could move.
I’d forgotten what it felt like to feel inspired, to be unable to focus on anything around me for a few hours a day.
When I wasn’t writing, I was spending time with Jax, as much time as I could. It felt as if I couldn’t get enough of being around him. So, when he told me that he was heading to Chicago to visit his brother, my heart deflated a little bit. The idea of not having him around over the weekend was a lot to take in, which felt silly. A few weeks back, he wasn’t even a spot in my life. Now, the idea of him not being around was sad.
“It’s just a weekend,” he smirked as we sat in the convertible. “I promise to come back.”
“You better. Or I’ll find you again, like I did in this town,” I joked. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
“I wouldn’t want to get rid of you. I am looking forward to seeing my brother, though. We only get together once a year, for our mother’s birthday.”
I frowned. “That has to be hard.” I remembered how hard it was for my loved ones birthdays to come around.
“It was at first, but over time, it gets better, Kennedy.” He placed his hand in mine and squeezed. “It will get better and easier for you.”
That comfort was nice to have.
“My brother refuses to come back to this town to visit, though, so I