Placing my hands on his sides, I di

Placing my hands on his sides, I did something I hadn’t really done before. I leaned into him, resting my cheek against his chest.
“What are we going to do?” And that question was important and it was hard to ask, because I was asking about “us,” as in I wasn’t expecting to do this on my own. That was a huge step, a scary one.
Jax folded his arms around me. “We still have Ike to talk to. If we can find your mom . . .”
“And what?” I asked. “We can’t turn her over. We saw what they did to Rooster.”
“I wasn’t suggesting turning her over, honey. We get to her first, make sure she understands the kind of shit she’s messed up in, and then . . . well, we go from there.”
Going from there meant we made sure she understood that the likelihood of her stepping back in Pennsylvania and not getting shot would be slim to none. “But what about Mack?”
“He’s not going to get near you.” Jax drew back, his eyes meeting mine. “You can trust in that. Neither will Isaiah.”
I wanted to believe that. I almost believed that, because he said it in such a way that it came across as if he could control such things.
He dipped his forehead to mine. “Sucks about dinner.”
My lips twitched and I said hoarsely, “Yeah, I was really looking forward to that steak.”
“There’s always tomorrow. Hell, there’s always next Sunday.”
I closed my eyes, liking the sound of planning that far out. It was only a week, but a week was a lot of time. The next thing just sort of burst out there. “That’s the second time I’ve seen a dead body.”
“Babe . . .”
“Not my brothers. Their coffins were closed, and I didn’t . . . I didn’t see them bringing them out of the house. But I’ve seen a dead body before.” I paused, drawing in a shaky breath. “A bunch of people were partying with Mom. This guy, I guess he overdosed or something, and everyone else was too messed up to realize it. I’d come into the living room and he was lying facedown, not moving or breathing.”
Jax’s chest rose against mine. “Shit, baby, I don’t know what to say. You should’ve never seen something like that.”
“I don’t want to see any more dead bodies.”
A gap of silence stretched out between us. “It’s not something you ever get used to,” he admitted. “I saw it a lot in the sandbox—the desert. Sometimes it was insurgents, other times it was innocent civilians caught in the crossfire and . . .”
“And sometimes it was your friends?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah,” he replied. “I never forget any of their faces.”
I bit down on my lip hard. I totally got what he was saying. There were some things that you could never forget.
There was so much going on in my head. Mack. Mom. Dead bodies with bullet wounds in their forehead. Clyde rubbing his chest, obviously worried and stressed over everything. Glorious steak dinners that never happened. Coming back here. Leaving here. The way Jax had held me this morning with my back pressed against his front.
I didn’t want to think anymore.
Lifting my gaze, I met his. “I don’t want to think.”
Jax didn’t question or comment on this. There was a flare of something hot and heady in his eyes, and then he dipped his mouth to mine, and he kissed me sweetly—the kind of kiss that went beyond the heavy and sensual ones. It meant something, and I seemed to open up to it, really feeling it, believing in it.
And that was pretty damn spectacular.
When the kiss did run hotter, my mouth opened to his and the moment our tongues touched, his hands dropped to my hips. He pulled me against him, and I could feel him pressing against my belly. I remembered this morning, my hand around him, his powerful body shaking with release. Those memories scorched my skin, but it was nothing compared to the kisses he trailed across my jaw, to my ear and below, over my throat. My head tipped back as my fingers delved into his soft hair.
“You’re not going to think,” he told me in between those wicked nips. “Not for one fucking second.”
“Good,” I said.
He chuckled against my throat as his hands slid off my hips and quickly made their way under my dress. I really liked where this was heading, especially when he hooked his fingers under the band of my panties.
They hit the floor in a nanosecond.
“Ready for this?” he asked.
I nodded as I opened my eyes.
He grinned, kissed me quickly, and then gripped my hips. He lifted me right off the floor and placed me on the kitchen counter.
Yep.
My bare ass was on the kitchen counter.
And that was all kinds of inappropriately hot.
Jax ran his hands along the inside of my legs. As he reached my knees, he eased them apart. Air caught in my throat, and instinct demanded that I close my legs, but his thick lashes lifted, and heated eyes locked on to mine.
“Don’t close them, baby.” His voice was deep and rumbled through me.
I didn’t close them.
When he pushed a little farther, I could feel the cool air rushing over me. Warmth crept into my cheeks, turning to a flush that spread down my throat and over my chest. My heart pounded as he dipped his head, kissing me softly as his hands continued up over the top of my thighs. He snagged the hem of my dress the higher his hands traveled. I bit down on my lip as the skirt of my dress ended up tucked around my hips and waist. My hands tightened around the edge of the counter.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
Oh my God. I had no idea what to do or say. I was completely exposed. Like wide open, and his eyes were focused on the lady parts in such an intense way. While I knew that what he was—what we were—about to do wasn’t anything abnormal, it was completely awe inspiring and new to me.
Then his hands started moving again, over the inside of my thighs, starting at my knees and slowly, torturously making their way up. “You really are beautiful, Calla. Don’t ever doubt that. Hell, there’s no way you could doubt that.”
My heart grew about five times too big for my chest. My skin tingled with heightened senses as he drew back from me.
“Trust me?” he asked.
Oh goodness, now my heart was about ten times too big. “Yes.”
A lopsided grin appeared and then his hands were on my hips. He dragged me across the counter—a counter I’d never look the same at again—until I felt like I would slide right off.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Menempatkan tangan saya di sisi nya, aku melakukan sesuatu yang benar-benar belum pernah dilakukan sebelumnya. Aku bersandar ke dia, beristirahat pipiku dadanya."Apa yang kita akan lakukan?" Dan bahwa pertanyaan penting dan sulit untuk bertanya, karena saya bertanya tentang "kami," seperti saya tidak berharap untuk melakukan ini pada saya sendiri. Itu langkah besar, yang menakutkan.JAX dilipat lengannya di sekitar saya. "Kami masih punya Ike untuk berbicara. Jika kita dapat menemukan ibumu... ""Dan apa?" Saya bertanya. "Kami tidak dapat menyerahkan dirinya. Kita melihat apa yang mereka lakukan untuk ayam.""Saya tidak menyarankan mengubah dia selesai, madu. Kami mendapatkan pertamanya, pastikan dia memahami jenis kotoran yang dia telah mengacaukan, dan kemudian... Yah, kita pergi dari sana. "Pergi dari sana berarti kami membuat yakin dia mengerti bahwa kemungkinan kembali melangkah di Pennsylvania dan tidak mendapatkan ditembak akan tipis ke none. "Tetapi apa tentang Mack?""Dia tidak akan mendapatkan di dekat Anda." JAX menarik kembali, matanya pertemuan saya. "Anda dapat mempercayai dalam hal itu. Tidak akan Yesaya."Saya ingin percaya bahwa. Saya hampir percaya itu, karena dia mengatakan itu sedemikian rupa bahwa ia datang seolah-olah ia dapat mengendalikan hal-hal.Ia mencelupkan dahinya dengan saya. "Menyebalkan tentang makan."Bibir saya twitched dan aku berkata hoarsely, "Ya, saya adalah benar-benar menantikan steak.""Tidak ada selalu besok. Neraka, ada selalu hari minggu berikutnya."Saya menutup mata saya, menyukai suara perencanaan yang jauh. Itu satu minggu, tetapi seminggu banyak waktu. Hal berikutnya hanya semacam meledak di luar sana. "Itu adalah saat kedua yang pernah kulihat tubuh yang sudah mati.""Babe...""Tidak saudara saya. Peti mati mereka ditutup, dan saya tidak... Saya tidak melihat mereka membawa mereka keluar dari rumah. "Tapi aku pernah melihat mayat sebelumnya." Aku berhenti, menggambar dalam napas goyah. "Sekelompok orang yang berpesta dengan ibu. Orang ini, saya kira dia overdosis atau sesuatu, dan orang lain terlalu kacau untuk menyadari hal itu. Aku akan datang ke dalam ruang dan ia berbaring facedown, tidak bergerak atau bernapas."JAX di dada naik terhadap saya. "Sialan, bayi, aku tidak tahu harus berkata apa. Anda harus telah pernah melihat sesuatu seperti itu. ""Saya tidak ingin melihat apapun lebih mayat."Jeda keheningan mengulurkan antara kami. "Itu bukanlah sesuatu yang Anda pernah mendapatkan digunakan untuk," akunya. "Aku melihatnya banyak di sandbox — gurun. Kadang-kadang itu pemberontak, lain kali itu sipil yang tidak bersalah yang terperangkap dalam baku tembak dan... ""Dan kadang-kadang itu adalah teman-teman Anda?" Saya bertanya pelan."Ya," Dia menjawab. "Saya tidak pernah lupa salah satu wajah mereka."Aku menggigit bibir saya sulit. Aku benar-benar mendapat apa yang ia katakan. Ada beberapa hal yang Anda tidak bisa pernah lupa.There was so much going on in my head. Mack. Mom. Dead bodies with bullet wounds in their forehead. Clyde rubbing his chest, obviously worried and stressed over everything. Glorious steak dinners that never happened. Coming back here. Leaving here. The way Jax had held me this morning with my back pressed against his front.I didn’t want to think anymore.Lifting my gaze, I met his. “I don’t want to think.”Jax didn’t question or comment on this. There was a flare of something hot and heady in his eyes, and then he dipped his mouth to mine, and he kissed me sweetly—the kind of kiss that went beyond the heavy and sensual ones. It meant something, and I seemed to open up to it, really feeling it, believing in it.And that was pretty damn spectacular.When the kiss did run hotter, my mouth opened to his and the moment our tongues touched, his hands dropped to my hips. He pulled me against him, and I could feel him pressing against my belly. I remembered this morning, my hand around him, his powerful body shaking with release. Those memories scorched my skin, but it was nothing compared to the kisses he trailed across my jaw, to my ear and below, over my throat. My head tipped back as my fingers delved into his soft hair.“You’re not going to think,” he told me in between those wicked nips. “Not for one fucking second.”“Good,” I said.He chuckled against my throat as his hands slid off my hips and quickly made their way under my dress. I really liked where this was heading, especially when he hooked his fingers under the band of my panties.They hit the floor in a nanosecond.“Ready for this?” he asked.I nodded as I opened my eyes.He grinned, kissed me quickly, and then gripped my hips. He lifted me right off the floor and placed me on the kitchen counter.Yep.My bare ass was on the kitchen counter.And that was all kinds of inappropriately hot.Jax ran his hands along the inside of my legs. As he reached my knees, he eased them apart. Air caught in my throat, and instinct demanded that I close my legs, but his thick lashes lifted, and heated eyes locked on to mine.“Don’t close them, baby.” His voice was deep and rumbled through me.I didn’t close them.When he pushed a little farther, I could feel the cool air rushing over me. Warmth crept into my cheeks, turning to a flush that spread down my throat and over my chest. My heart pounded as he dipped his head, kissing me softly as his hands continued up over the top of my thighs. He snagged the hem of my dress the higher his hands traveled. I bit down on my lip as the skirt of my dress ended up tucked around my hips and waist. My hands tightened around the edge of the counter.“Beautiful,” he murmured.Oh my God. I had no idea what to do or say. I was completely exposed. Like wide open, and his eyes were focused on the lady parts in such an intense way. While I knew that what he was—what we were—about to do wasn’t anything abnormal, it was completely awe inspiring and new to me.Then his hands started moving again, over the inside of my thighs, starting at my knees and slowly, torturously making their way up. “You really are beautiful, Calla. Don’t ever doubt that. Hell, there’s no way you could doubt that.”My heart grew about five times too big for my chest. My skin tingled with heightened senses as he drew back from me.“Trust me?” he asked.Oh goodness, now my heart was about ten times too big. “Yes.”A lopsided grin appeared and then his hands were on my hips. He dragged me across the counter—a counter I’d never look the same at again—until I felt like I would slide right off.