We’re still catching our breath on the tangled sheets, my body humming, skin sticky with sweat and the scent of s*x hanging thick in the cabana air.
Jax is propped on one elbow, looking down at me like I’m something he just discovered and now can’t put down.
His fingers trace lazy circles over my hip, dipping lower every few passes, brushing the sensitive skin where my thigh meets everything else.
I’m still pulsing faintly inside, that delicious afterglow making me lazy and loose, but every time his touch grazes close to my c**t I twitch.
I shift to sit up, reaching for my discarded sundress on the floor. “I should probably head back before it gets too late.”
His hand clamps around my wrist not hard, but firm enough that I freeze. He pulls me right back down so I’m flat on my back
