He left her long enough to grab a condom from his wallet, and when he returned, he kissed her hard, loving the taste of her on his tongue. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever known.

Willow spread her legs. His dick was already raging, and he didn’t need a second invitation. He grabbed her hands and pinned her wrists over her head. “Look at me. I want to see what I do to you.” He pressed his cockhead to her entrance.

Her eyes widened. “This is what I want.”

Him as well. He stroked in, a little at a time, until he felt some resistance.

“I want you all the way inside me.” She pulled free from his grip so she could wrap her arms around his neck. Then she lifted her hips.

He drove deep, then knew the truth. “Holy fuck.”

“Jax, please.”

He pushed up onto his hands to look into her eyes. “You’re a virgin?”

“After the spanking, the orgasms…I wanted it to be you.”

Emotions spiraled through him. Shock. Disbelief. And then…humility. She’d chosen him. No wonder his refusal had been such a rejection for her.

“Don’t be mad.”

“Mad is the last thing I am.” He kissed her again with tenderness.

Now that he knew, now that she’d chosen him, he changed his pace, making love to her rather than fucking her. There’d be time for that later. He stroked in and out, reaching between them to toy with her clit. Then because he knew she liked sensation play, he pinched it, sending her over the edge with a scream.

After he’d satisfied her, he orgasmed.

For long moments, he remained propped up so he could study her, the wonder in her eyes, the satisfied smile on her kissable lips.

When his arms started to shake, he rolled to his side to gather her close, facing him. He stroked her hair, then her spine. Until her, he hadn’t known this was missing in his life.

“That was—”

“If you say nice, I’ll blister your ass.”

“It was…” She smiled lazily. “Everything I dreamed my first time would be.”