My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it's trying to break out of my chest. It has been two weeks since we called it quits, and every night I've been replaying the way Jax used to pin me down and f**k me until I couldn't think straight. Tonight I cracked. I slipped into the black dress he always said made me look like trouble, the one that hugs my t**s and barely skims my ass. I didn’t bother with bra or panties. Just bare skin and the slick heat already building between my legs from the walk over here at 2 a.m.
I knock once and the door swings open fast.
Jax is standing there in those low gray sweatpants, no shirt, c**k already thickening against the cotton like he knew I was coming. His eyes drag down my body slow, and that sharp jaw flexes.
"Zara." His voice is rougher than I re
