“If you feel uncomfortable, for even a second, you have to promise me you’ll tell me.”
I stared at Jax where he stood in front of me, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging open to expose his chest and abs. My eyes devoured him— from his chiseled chest all the way down to his washboard abs.I lifted my hand, gently running my fingertips across the planes of his stomach.
“I promise.” I murmured, before looking back up to meet his eyes.
He seemed to be distracted by my hands on him, and it seemed to make him loose his train of thought. His eyes darkened as my fingertips trailed closer to his waistline, and he reached down to quickly grab my wrist and lift my hand to his face.
For a moment, I thought he was going to bite it. But he didn’t. He simply kissed each one of my fingertips.
“How ca
