Layla’s POV
Jax kissed me back. Hard. Hungry. The world outside disappeared. His hands were on me, rough and gentle at the same time. He pulled me close, skin to skin, and I forgot about everything, once more. We moved together like we'd been doing this forever. Like our bodies knew each other better than we did. He laid me back on the bed. Kissed my neck, my shoulder, lower. I arched into him, breath catching.
"Jax..."
"I'm here."
His mouth traced a path down my stomach. Slow. Teasing. I squirmed, wanting more.
He laughed soft against my skin. "Patience."
"I don't have patience."
"Good."
He came back up. Kissed me deep. Then he was inside me, slow at first, building. I wrapped around him. Held tight. We moved together, faster, harder, the bed creaking under us. The world was just
