My heart beat very fast and I stood, frozen.
The door was still warm from where I’d been leaning against it, my back pressed to the wood like it could shield me from what just happened downstairs. From the way Jax had vanished when I thought he was even gonna wait for me to lick my juice off his fingers. He left me soaked and aching and stupidly pouty at the breakfast table like a kicked puppy.
I thought I could outlast him.
I thought I’d drag breakfast out, make him wait the way he always does.
He didn’t even give me the chance.
I was still staring at the empty space where his chair had been, my p***y was throbbing against the seam of my shorts, when the softest creak came from behind me.
Not the hallway.
My room.
I turned slowly.
He was inside. With me.
Leaning against the in
