Even in sleep, she haunted him. In the dream, she was laughing. Her blue eyes sparkled as she leaned back on his bed, wearing one of his shirts, and nothing else.
She crawled toward him, teasing him with that mischievous smile she always wore when she was trying to get under his skin.
But this time, she didn't stop there. "Still pretending you don't want me? I know you do, Jax. Nothing is stopping you now." she whispered.
He reached for her. Touched her. Her skin was like fire. Her mouth tasted like sin.
She pressed herself into him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him like she knew exactly what he wanted. His fingers were tangled in her hair, and his hand was on her waist, tugging her close, groaning into her mouth as she straddled his hips and whispered his name.
"Jax…"
Jax moaned her name softly in response, and his brow twitched as he sank deeper into the dream.
"I want you, Mari."
