Second Time Around...

✨Chapter 17✨

A gasp escaped Avery's lips, a surprised sound swallowed by the sudden, possessive pressure of Jax's kiss. It was a kiss that obliterated the space between them, a desperate claiming after a chasm of time. His mouth moved over hers with a fierce tenderness, a stark contrast to the underlying urgency that vibrated through his touch. Their tongues met, a familiar dance that instantly ignited a wildfire of forgotten sensations. Avery's hands, hesitant for a fleeting moment, instinctively found their way to the solid expanse of his back, fingers splaying across the taut muscles beneath his shirt. His own hands were no less eager, tracing the curve of her waist, the delicate line of her spine, pulling her closer until there was no room left for doubt, no space for anything but the intoxicating reality of him.

A wave of longing, sharp and undeniable, washed over Avery. It had been an eternity, a self-imposed exile from the one person who had always felt like home. Every fiber of her being had ached for this connection, this visceral understanding that only Jax could evoke. Now, pressed against him, feeling the heat of his body, the frantic beat of his heart mirroring her own, she knew the truth. While a part of her screamed a warning – this was impulsive, potentially reckless – the overwhelming majority of her yearned for this with an intensity that surprised even herself. Every inch of Jax, the familiar scent of his skin, the strength in his embrace, the taste of him on her lips, reaffirmed what her heart had always known. This might be madness, a leap of faith into uncertain territory, but in this moment, enveloped in the raw emotion of their reunion, Avery knew with unwavering certainty that this was exactly where she wanted to be. This was exactly what she craved.

Jax lifted her effortlessly, his strong hands molding to the curve of her buttocks. Avery gasped softly, a tremor running through her as she was moved, though her eye stayed closed and her lips remained sealed to his. She was suspended in a delicious in-between, carried by his strength and the intoxicating anticipation that thrummed within her. Trust in Jax was a deep-seated certainty, woven into the fabric of their shared history. But beyond that unwavering trust, a more urgent desire pulsed through her – a profound yearning to rediscover the language of their bodies, to reignite the primal connection that had once defined them. She craved the intimate dance of their skin against skin, the unspoken conversations whispered through touch, the rediscovery of every familiar contour and sensation. It was a homecoming her body ached for, a reunion of souls expressed in the most fundamental and exquisite way.

Jax carefully lowered Avery onto the sturdy wooden surface that served as a makeshift desk in the dimly lit space. The air crackled with unspoken anticipation, a palpable energy that had been building between them. With a gentle shrug, Avery eased Jax's worn leather kutte from his broad shoulders. The heavy garment fell to the dusty floor with a muffled thud, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Her gaze followed its descent, then lifted to meet his, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing and playful desire.

A slow smile curved her lips as she reached for the hem of his white t-shirt. Her fingers grazed his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. With a deliberate pull, she began to tug the soft cotton fabric upwards, her movements unhurried, savoring the moment. Jax deepened their lingering kiss, his hands finding their way to her waist before sliding up beneath the material of her shirt. He broke the sensual connection just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it carelessly to the side, his eyes never leaving hers.

The soft light filtering through the grimy window illuminated the toned muscles of his chest and the defined lines of his abdomen. Avery's hands, now free, roamed over his stomach, her fingertips tracing the contours of his superb six-pack. Each touch was a silent exploration, a rediscovery of the familiar landscape of his body. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin, the unspoken promises hanging heavy in the air between them.