He jerked me away from the door, and then I was on the bed. Every inch of him was hard and insistent, and I was quickly losing control. I could feel my insides unraveling. Fog blurred my thoughts. He left my mouth and trailed kisses along my jaw, exactly like Trent always did.
God, what was I doing? Panic and fear stole my ability to think, blocking out all but one thought that shrieked through my brain - I couldn't be trusted around Jax, not as long as I wore his mark and was bonded to him. Trent was absolutely right about that.
I shoved against Jax's chest. "Stop," I gasped.
Jax stopped without hesitation and dragged his hand through his hair. Then, slowly, he climbed off the bed. "There's nothing I can say to change your mind, is there?"
I smoothed my hands over my hair, fighting to regain my composure. "I'm sorry."