Elena stepped out of the shower first, towel-drying her hair while Jax stood behind her, still dripping, his arms around her waist. She felt loose, satisfied, every muscle humming from the long morning of s*x. The steam hung thick in the air, and the loft smelled like soap, sweat, and them. Jax kissed the back of her neck, one hand sliding up to cup her breast casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world. She laughed softly, swatting him away.
“Come on, I’m starving,” she said.
He grinned against her skin. “Me too. But not just for food.”
They didn’t bother dressing. Naked, they padded to the kitchen counter. Jax poured two bowls of cereal, splashed milk in them, and started coffee brewing. Elena hopped onto a stool, legs swinging, feeling bold in her bare skin. Jax stood b
