Jax leans in, his powerful frame towering over me, even though we’re both seated. He’s got one hand on my wet, bare thigh and the other on the tile next to my head. I feel like I can’t breathe, he’s so close.

And then he kisses me. His mouth is warm and rough, all at once, claiming me fully. I kiss him back uncertainly, moving my lips against his. It’s been a long time since I kissed someone, and I’ve never kissed someone like this.

Jax opens his mouth against mine, and I part my lips. His tongue darts through, seeking mine, and I moan softly despite myself. I can feel his teeth against my lower lip, his hand moving upward against my slick skin, and I gasp, my hand against the hard muscle of his shoulder.

My brain is going a thousand miles a minute. I’m half-certain that I’m still dreaming, but as much as I liked them, the dreams never felt this real.

Jax captures my lower lip between his teeth and tugs at me lightly. My breath catches in my throat, and I hear the deep gravel of his chuckle.

“Is that why you kept coming back to the road house?” he asks, moving from the lip of the tub. “You were dreaming about me, sweetheart?”

Now he’s on his knees in the tub, his thick, powerful body between my thighs. I can see his huge erection tenting his pants, the mere sight of it making me more than a little nervous.

I don’t know very much about penises, but I’m pretty sure that’s a big one.

A very big one.

“Yes,” I whisper, but his mouth is on mine again before I can say anything else. Even though I’m wet and starting to get chilly, he’s warm and dry, his hot body pressed up against mine. He doesn’t care that I’m still wet from the shower as he claims me, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling me onto him, right there on the bathtub floor.

“Good,” he growls, his lips tracing their way down the soft, sensitive skin of my neck. “I’ve been having the same dream about you since the first time I saw you.”

He nips at my neck, sucking gently at my collarbone before releasing it. He’s gripping my ass hard with both hands, pulling me against him, not caring that I’m getting us both wet. I can feel his hard length against me, and I hold onto his shoulders tightly. I feel like if I don’t, I might be swept away on a tide of lust and longing, but Jax is my lifeboat.

“Do you remember?” he goes on, tilting me backward against the wall. Now his lips are against my chest, his tongue slowly exploring the curves of my breasts. “It was a little over a year ago. Thanksgiving. You were driving to Emerald Valley and you stopped in for a cheeseburger.”

He sucks one nipple into his mouth and lavishes attention on it, sucking and swirling it. I moan helplessly, squeezing my thighs tighter around him. The heat in my core has become a hard ache, one that pulses with every heartbeat.

“I thought you were just being nice,” I whisper, and that gets a low, throaty chuckle from him as he pulls me harder against his clothed cock, the fabric of his jeans digging into me.

I gasp, my hands clawing at his shoulders and back as I roll my hips, desperate for release as the pleasure rises inside me, his massive cock grinding against my clit so deliciously I can barely stand it.

“Come for me, Ruby,” Jax says.

He takes my hair in one hand, gently pulling my head back. I let him as he finds one nipple again, running his teeth over it as he pulls my hips against him with the other.

I move against him, seeking the pleasure and release I know he can give me. His fingers are digging into my hip, my legs wrapped around him as I roll my hips again and again, the sheer pleasure driving me onward.

“Jax,” I gasp.

Now he’s pushing me up against the tile wall of the shower, still kneeling on the bottom, like we’re fucking. I can feel myself close to the edge, ready to go over.

Jax grabs my leg, lifts it. Then his hand is there, between us, his thumb on my slick, sensitive nub.

“Come for me,” he growls again, and this time I do. I cry out my orgasm, coming harder than I ever have before, and the sound echoes around the bathroom and the shower. I roll my hips against him feverishly, like I’m trying to pump every last ounce of pleasure from his body, until at last the waves stop rocking over me and I’m limp against the shower wall.

He kisses me again, hard, taking everything he wants from me, and I give it to him. I push my fingers through his thick hair and pull his face to mine, still wanting him. Still needing him.

I can’t stop. Not now.

I trail my fingers down his chest slowly, tentatively. His shirt is damp from my wet skin, and when I reach the waistband of his jeans, I peel it up, slowly, revealing a hard six-pack and a sculpted V that points down, into his pants.

Still breathing hard, I reach for the button of his jeans and try to undo it, but it’s difficult. Jax is growling in my ear, nipping at me as I ease my fingers down, trying to get his jeans off.

But it’s not working, probably because I have no idea what I’m doing. I tug again at his jeans, but the button doesn’t come undone, at least not until he laughs softly and undoes them for me.

“Tell me if you find something you like,” he breathes into my ear.

My hand closes around his smooth shaft, the hard length filling my hand. I bite my lip in surprise, my fingers barely meeting around his cock.

Jax groans, his warm breath tickling my ear.

“You see how hard I am for you, sweetheart?” he murmurs, kissing my neck gently.

Carefully, I draw his cock from his pants. I’ve never touched one before, and I can’t stop marveling at it — he’s hard as iron, but the skin is as soft as velvet. He’s leaking precum from the tip, and suddenly, I want to taste him.

But before I can, one of his big hands closes over my smaller one, his other hand tightening on my hip. I’m still straddling him in the shower, my legs wrapped around his body, as he slowly pumps our hands down his shaft.

A tremor runs through his body as he does, and we both shudder with the force. I’m wide-eyed, squeezing him as hard as I can in my hand. I pump him again and he groans into my neck, his precum trickling slowly down my fist.

Our bodies move together in time, almost like we’re fucking. I’m aching for him again, my pussy dripping wet and ready, my skin still damp from my half-finished shower.

“This is perfect,” Jax says into my hair, where his face is buried. “You’re perfect.”

With that I arch my back, try to lift myself onto him. I’m seized with the sudden and absolute urge to take him inside me, feel his girth fill me as we come together, but just as the head of his cock grazes my lips, Jax stops me.

“Not yet,” he gasps, his hand still over mine as I give him one last powerful pump.

Jax’s cock practically jumps in my hand, thick spurts of cum shooting from the tip. It’s surprisingly powerful, landing in ropes across my breasts and belly, some of it sinking into the downy hair of my mound. I keep stroking him until he’s shuddering, his cock beginning to go soft in my hand.

Finally, he stops me, taking my hand off of him. Jax kisses me deeply, not caring at all that I’m covered in his seed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “I love the way you look right now.”

I glance down at the sticky substance all over me, and I’m surprised to realize that it’s kind of hot. Like he’s marked me as his, and I don’t mind at all.

“I love it too,” I whisper.