Chapter 2: Crossing the LineI didn’t tell him to stop.The words never left my lips. Instead, a shaky little whimper escaped as Jax’s mouth crashed down on mine.It wasn’t a gentle first kiss. It was hungry, brutal, and filthy — two years of pent-up tension exploding all at once. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming my mouth like he owned it, like he’d been starving for the taste of me. I moaned into the kiss, my hands flying up to grip his bare shoulders, nails digging into hot, sweat-slick skin.“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined,” he growled against my mouth, the words vibrating straight between my legs.Before I could catch my breath, his big hands were everywhere. One yanked the thin blanket off my lap and tossed it aside. The other slid under my tank top, rough palm cupping my breast, thumb flicking over my already hard nipple. I arched into his touch with a gasp.“Jax—” “Shut up, princess.” He bit my bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue. “No more pret
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