“Jax?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t remember when we first made love. I wish I did.”
“Well, not yet, maybe. Who knows… that memory may come back too.”
“I’d much rather create a new memory.”
Jax blinked at her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I’d rather you just made love to me – I want you to be my first. Yet again.”
He laughed. “I’ll be your first for the second time?”
“You mind?”
“Oh, hell, no.” His eyes sparkled down at her. “I remember your first time, baby, and let me tell you this much: if your second first time is anything like your first first time, we may not survive it.”
“Really?”
“You were so hot… so sweet. And you had two orgasms with me inside you.”
“I did?”
“You’d better believe it.”
“So, you think we can recreate that experience?”
Jax stood up, extended his large hand to her.
