By Saturday evening, they were both in a fever of impatience. When Sarah heard the roar of Jax’s bike in front of her house, she lost all control of herself. She flung open the door, flew down the porch steps to meet him. He was hurrying up the path to her, and when he saw her, he opened his arms. She launched herself into them, feeling like she was in both the safest and the riskiest place on earth.
He caught her to him, pulled her up off her feet. Sarah gasped as his hungry mouth descended on hers, kissing her like he was starved for her. His hands were on her rounded ass, her legs wrapped around his waist, and they didn’t care who the hell might be watching. All they saw, heard, felt, knew, was each other.
Jax finally broke off from kissing her. His knees were shaky under him, and he
