Jax rounded me, cutting off my view of his dad’s retreating back. “You look amazing,” he said softly, pulling me closer.
My shoulders ached with tension. “I’m glad you approve.”
He took the first step and I followed.
“Breathe, Gia,” he admonished. “I’ve got you.”
“I don’t want to be here.”
“That makes two of us.” He caressed my back with a soothing brush of his hand. “I hate these things.”
“But you fit right in.”
His eyes were shadowed with an emotion I couldn’t name. “I was born into it. I don’t live in it.”
The heat of his body began to soak into mine. Every breath I took was filled with his scent, every movement he made sent echoes of memories sliding through me.
“That’s better,” he coaxed. “Relax into me, baby.”
“You’re in my world now, Gia. My rules.”
I shook my head. “I was tricked into coming here.”
He pulled me closer, his lips at my temple. “I’m sorry.”
“You just had to get that out, didn’t you? I don’t see why. Clearly I wasn’t the dirty little secret I thought I was.”
“Not dirty.” His voice lowered. “Except when you wanted me that way. A little rough, a lot hard. Jesus. You used to turn me inside out.”