The third night I didn’t walk — I ran.
My body had been aching for Jax all day. My p***y stayed wet and throbbing from the moment I woke up. I skipped dinner again, showered, shaved everything smooth, and slipped into a tiny black sundress with nothing underneath. The fabric barely covered my ass. My n*****s were already hard, brushing against the thin material with every step.
The beach was quiet when I arrived. Moonlight painted the sand silver. Waves rolled in gently, whispering against the shore. Jax was waiting on the same blanket, shirtless, his board shorts hanging dangerously low on his hips. The moment he saw me, his eyes darkened with raw hunger.
“No more waiting,” he growled, pulling me into his arms.
His mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was filthy from the start — tongues
