VAL’S POV
My breath was coming out in short, ragged hitches, my chest heaving against his bare, sweaty collarbone.
For a few seconds, neither of us moved. The quiet in the shop was deafening now that the engine had stopped, save for the rhythmic drip, drip, drip of dirty oil from an open pan on the floor.
Jax was still buried deep inside me, his heavy weight pressing me into the wooden workbench. His dark blue eyes were blown wide, staring down at my face with something so dark and raw it made my stomach flip all over again.
Then, reality hit me like a runaway freight train.
What the actual f**k did I just do?
My face instantly flushed hot. I shoved both palms flat against his broad shoulders, pushing him back with all the strength left in my arms.
"Get off," I gasped out, my voice
