The Billion Dollar Bachelor(40)

God, he wanted to be inside her so badly …

You’re really considering fucking her in a restaurant full of people?

Her body shuddered, the soft pressure of her teeth biting his shoulder through his jacket, the feel of her sex convulsing around his finger.

Christ, she hadn’t cared about the stupid restaurant. Or the people. All she’d wanted was him.

He removed his hand, shifting around so he could get his wallet out and dig out the condom. She lifted her head, her face pink in the dim light surrounding their table, her mouth full and red. “Damn you’re good,” she murmured. “You’re going to ruin me for other men.”

Other men. The thought made something possessive and hot roar through him. The same feeling he’d had when her father had mentioned giving her to Sergei. It was not fucking going to happen.

“There won’t be any other men, Pandora,” he said roughly, hardly listening to what he was saying. “Not now. Not ever.”

She blinked at him. “What?”

He was so hard he could barely think, tearing open the condom packet and sheathing himself. Then he put his hands on her hips and urging her up, then down again. His head knocked back hard against the red velvet of the seat at the feel of her, hot and liquid and tight around his cock.

The softness of her skin under his fingertips was incredible, her eyes so dark they were almost the same inky black as her hair. “It means you’re mine,” he said thickly. “Mine. Not anyone else’s. Understand?”

Her hands were pressed against his chest for balance. “Jax … I can’t … ”

But he was done with talking. So done with everything. Detachment, control, and logic. They were gone and good fucking riddance. Nothing mattered but her.

He leaned forward and kissed her, stopping the words, tasting her as he began to move, deep and slow. Her fingers curled into his chest, her mouth hungry on his, moving with him, a slow rise and fall that made him shudder with every movement.

God, she was driving him mad. Ever since the night he’d first seen her. Completely out of control. And shit, she was right. This feeling was nothing to be afraid of. In fact, the more he had of it, the more he wanted it. Wanted every single damn second he could get.

He gripped her hips hard, holding her steady as he thrust up inside her, harder, faster. Her head fell back, lashes fluttering closed, her soft pants filling the curtained space around their table. He loved the look on her face, the ecstasy. Loved knowing he’d put it there.

He tangled his fingers in the softness of her hair, bringing her mouth down on his again, kissing her deeper, hungrier. She didn’t want his control and neither did he. He’d take her wild and uninhibited and free. As uninhibited and free as she was.

Jax let go, driving himself into her, letting her mouth take the hoarse sounds he made and her body the sharp thrusts. Giving her everything he had to her.

And when her teeth sunk into his lower lip, her body bowing in his arms, he gave one final thrust, as high and deep in her body as he could get, conscious of only one thought as the pleasure exploded through him, as swift and powerful as a lightning strike.

She was his and he would never let her go.

*

Pandora kept her head pressed against Jax’s shoulder, her eyes closed, aftershocks pulsing through her. In the blackness behind her closed lids, sparks were igniting, flaring, dying. She couldn’t breathe.

You’re mine.

The sense of suffocation worsened and she abruptly pulled away from him, sliding off his lap, tugging her dress down over her shaking thighs. The muffled sounds of the restaurant outside the curtained space carried through, people going on with what they were doing as if nothing had happened. As if she hadn’t just lost herself. Given every part of herself.

All she’d wanted to do was push through that detachment of his like she had the day before. Get another taste of what was on the other side. And now she had.

You’re mine.

She blinked at the red marks on her thighs. The marks of his hands on her.

“Are you okay?” Jax’s voice was as hoarse and rough as she felt.

“Yes. I’m fine.” For some reason she didn’t want to look at him.

“I’m taking you home,” he said decisively. “We can finish this there.”

He didn’t ask for her opinion but she didn’t protest. She felt … Jesus, she didn’t even know. Shocked. Dazed. Shaken.

You’re mine …

Taken …

Jax didn’t open the curtains, dealing with the condom and doing up his pants. Then he laced his fingers through hers and slipped with her through a back way that protected people’s need for privacy. A 2nd Circle staff member waited for them and guided them to a door at the back of the restaurant and then out of the club without anyone seeing them.