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“What would you name him, Rambo?” Taylor crossed her arms and arched a brow.
“Stop calling me Rambo.”
“Rambo!” Megan shrieked. “Let’s call him, Rambo.”
That night after everyone had gone home, Jax did a sweep of the entire house and grounds, Rambo trailing close by, before he finally joined a tired Megan in bed. After sleeping together in the Bahamas and then again at the motel, they hadn’t had the opportunity to discuss what was going on with them or their living arrangements, but spending the night with her was never a question for him. He watched Rambo get comfortable on the small bed in the corner of the room before settling in himself. Megan snuggled closer, and he felt her smooth bare skin against his. “I take it you’re okay with me sleeping here with you.”
“Very much so,” she said as she inched closer and kissed his shoulder. “Did I tell you how much I loved the last two nights?” Her voice was groggy. “Excluding the middle of the night wake-up call.”
“You always sleep naked, Meg baby?”
“No. I was waiting for you.”
“You know, I had planned to wake up this morning and show you all the things I missed before we were interrupted. I was too worked up to worship your body appropriately while we played space invaders last night.”
She had one leg over his thigh and was kissing his collarbone, his cock stirring. “Worship it?”
He pushed her flat on her back and slid his palms down her throat and into the valley between her breasts. “Oh yeah . . .” He replaced his hands with his lips and began kissing down her chest. “Worship . . .”
He traced his tongue in a straight line between her tits down to her belly button, unintentionally tickling her with his soft beard, her body arching up in response. Using his shoulder to part her legs, he made himself comfortable between her legs. “You remember the first time I licked your pussy?” he asked, looking up at her from between her thighs.
Chapter 12
FIVE YEARS EARLIER
Spending most of the day making out with Jax had made her lust-drunk. But Jax, being the reasonable one, the responsible one, the—was it possible?—less horny of the two, convinced her to get out of the house for a few hours.
After pizza, they went for a walk along the beach and to a small strip mall where she bought some clothes and toiletries. Then they watched the sunset on the beach before walking back to his house. The pull between them was so strong that as soon as he closed the door behind him, she was on him, kissing him furiously, unable to maintain her resolve . . . again. It was as if he had unleashed something inside of her that could never be undone.
“Baby,” he groaned into her mouth. “Sweetheart, you’re killing me.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Don’t ever be sorry for wanting to kiss.” He kissed her quickly on the nose before stepping back. “I’m going to go to take a cold shower. Make yourself at home.”
“I think I’ll take a shower in your other bathroom, if that’s okay.”
“Of course,” he said as he closed the door behind him. He looked so frustrated, which made her feel terrible, but she just wasn’t ready for sex. At least not yet. And he was so sweet for not making her feel guilty about it.
The cold shower did not assuage her need to be with him and she wasn’t sure if she should even go find him in the living room or if she should just go call it a night in his room, which he had told her she could use. But like a magnet, she walked to him, finding him flipping through channels in the living room, freshly bathed.
When he turned his face to see her he did a double take before running his palm down his face. “That’s my shirt.”
“I didn’t buy pajamas. I borrowed this, thought it would be okay.”
He groaned, reached forward, and pulled her to him. With a shriek and a giggle she was on him, a thigh on either side of his.
“I think this is what I’m going to think about every day while I’m in the desert. You straddling me¸ my favorite tee riding up your ass, and those boring, yet sexy as fuck, white panties.”
“I want to kiss some more,” she admitted. “Maybe other stuff too.”
He leaned back a little, his brows furrowed.
“Not all the stuff but some stuff.”
“Under the clothes stuff or over the clothes stuff?”
She bit her bottom lip and hesitantly said, “Both?”
