Page 60 of Kiss Marry Kill
“No buts. We’re going out.” He needed her to trust him, know that even with all that was going on, she’d be safe. And even more important, that he wanted to make her happy.
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Megan did want to go out, and she had planned a fun evening, but now? She felt like it was irresponsible and dumb to go out when her life could possibly be at risk. But she was with Jax and he was so imposing and controlled. If he said they’d be all right, she knew they would be.
It was later that evening as he walked out of her bathroom, a towel around his lower body and his hair all wet, that she stopped him. In jeans with strategically placed rips, and a worn out Pink Floyd T-shirt, she was ready to go. “How long until you’re ready? If you’re adamant about going out, let’s go to where I had planned.”
“Which is where?” He’d trimmed his beard and tied his hair back, and damn, he looked good. Less bushy caveman and more trendy bearded badass. He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her to answer.
“It’s a surprise. Chop chop,” she said, clapping.
“Feeling better, I see.” He grabbed a hand towel and used it to dry his beard.
“A little. Dress comfortably.” She took a step closer. “Have I mentioned that I really, really like this beard?”
“Guess we’re done talking about the stalker?”
She ran her hand through his beard, not speaking.
“You have not mentioned it, no. I’m glad you like it, because I’m not shaving it off.”
“Well, let me mention it now. I really, really like this beard.” She took the towel from his hand and helped him dry it off. “Do you blow-dry it?”
“Sometimes. If I don’t want it to drip and get my shirt wet.”
“I like your longish hair too. Why’d you let everything grow?”
“Grew it in Iraq. It helped me fit in a little more when I was on missions.”
“I thought the Marines didn’t approve of long hair or beards. I thought you had to get that standard good-boy crew cut.”
“That’s for recruit training; once I was in special ops it’s different. Then when I got back to the States, I didn’t feel like going through the hassle of cutting it.”
“It looks good on you. All of it: the hair, the beard, the muscles, the tattoos.”
He took the towel from her hand and threw it over his shoulder. “You like the muscles, do you?”
“Oh yeah.” She reached up and kissed him, slowly undoing the towel he had around his waist until it dropped to the floor. “I do have a favorite muscle, though.”
“Thought you said we were in a hurry,” he smirked, watching her eye trail down.
“We are. You have ten minutes. You think you can perform under those conditions, Marine?”
He chuckled, instantly pushing her down on the bed. “You’ll be screaming my name and your eyes will be rolling to the back of your head by minute five.”
“Cocky.”
“Confident,” he corrected her, unzipping her jeans and pulling them off, slowly. As if he had all the time in the world.
“I said ten minutes, not ten hours.”
“Quiet. I’m trying to work here. I’m deciding how to best utilize my time. I’m thinking that I’m going to use my cock. You know, since you called me cocky.”
She followed his eyes down to where his dick jutted out impressively. Looking at her parted legs, her center completely exposed and very wet, he stroked himself a few times, her eyes watching, her weight on her elbows.
“Flip over. Ass up, tits down.”
“You’re so romantic,” she said with a laugh as she did what he asked. Using his fingers, he rubbed her clit until she was completely wet and writhing against the bed. Using his knees to part her legs further, he roughly pulled her ass higher and pushed inside her without giving her a moment to adjust. “I think I want it fast and hard.”
