It was dark in the backyard. The kitchen lights didn’t reach this far, and most of the illumination came from the huge full moon above. She saw the outline of Jax’s large body, saw the gleam of his eyes, but not much more, and this lack of sight only sharpened her sense of touch.
Every part of her was hypersensitive, tingling and alert. Here in the near-dark, she discovered a sense of freedom, and something in Sarah came alive. Something primal and aching with need; something that wasn’t her, but it was her. Something that had been there all along, hidden away… waiting for Jax to call it out.
I want him to touch me, all over and everywhere. I want him to stroke me inside, deep and hard.
She knew he would do what she wanted, if she just asked him to; she also knew that he’d stop if she
