Blake POV
Jax’s hands rest firmly on my thighs, his gaze unwavering as he waits for me to speak again. The weight of his attention is almost suffocating, but at the same time, it’s exactly what I’ve been craving. I’ve got him now, right where I want him, but something inside me stirs—a spark of rebellion, the need to push, to test him, to make sure he’s still the Jax I remember.
I lean forward, catching him off guard as my lips crash against his. His body stiffens for half a second before he melts into the kiss, his hands gripping me tighter. I pour everything into it—my frustration, my longing, my need to remind him who I am and what we are. His breath hitches, and I feel the faintest tremble in his fingers.
But this isn’t where I want the game to end.
I shift subtly, rolling us to th
