Layla’s POV
I don't know who started it. One minute we were just lying there, talking about nothing. The next, I was on top of him, looking down at his face, at those blue eyes that could be so hard and so soft all at once. Jax looked up at me. His hands rested on my thighs, warm and rough.
"What are you doing?" he asked. But he was smiling. That small smile he only gave me.
"I don't know," I said. "Something stupid probably."
"Stupid's my specialty."
I laughed. Then I leaned down and kissed him.
It started soft. Gentle. Just lips moving together, slow and easy. But it didn't stay that way.
His hands moved up my thighs, over my hips, under my shirt. I felt the heat of his palms on my skin and shivered.
I sat up long enough to pull my shirt off. He watched me, eyes dark, hungry. Hi
