He made a low sound in his throat that I felt more than heard.
"This pretty little p***y," he murmured, his middle finger circling my entrance in slow, maddening passes without pushing in. "Just sitting here untouched all this time." His finger circled again, feather light, and I bit down on my lip hard. "Listening to me through that wall every night getting yourself worked up and nobody taking care of you." He looked up at me. "That's a f*****g crime."
"Please —" My hips chased his hand. "Please, I need —"
"Tell me." His finger slowed further, barely moving. "Say it out loud."
"I need you inside me," I said breathlessly. "Please — Jax —"
"Not yet, baby." He kissed my jaw, slow and deliberate. "When you come for the first time tonight it's going to be on my mouth."
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