Elena POV
My fingers curled into Jax's hair as a sound I barely recognized as my own voice escaped me. The two of us had ended up in a hotel room I'd booked on impulse, gold light spilling warm across the sheets.
His hand moved over my chest like he was memorizing the shape of me, unhurried, patient, and all I could do was stare up at the domed ceiling and let myself feel every second of it.
"You like that?" He hovered above me, close enough that I could count his eyelashes, his gaze doing something dangerous to my composure. Whatever was written in those eyes, hunger, tenderness, something I couldn't name made me feel like the only woman who'd ever mattered to him. I should've felt exposed lying bare beneath him. Instead I felt powerful.
"Yes" The word broke apart the instant his fin
