Jax I love his wild, flirty side, "his long mouth curved in a smile that made her heart stop altogether. "Oh, I'm not Prince Charming, baby. I'm the Huntsman." Sometimes Pandora and Jax have miscommunication, but Jax is all for setting her straight, "did I say-" his hands slid down over her butt, squeezing gently, the ridge of his erection pressing between her thighs - "anything about you going home?" Pandora has a temper and she's not afraid to show it to Jax, "so, why won't you tell me what the problem is? You think I'm not hurt when you won't even look at me?" Pandora's fingers curled tightly in her napkin. She shouldn't make a big deal out of this. She shouldn't. And yet she couldn't stop the words from tumbling out. "You could at least have said something about my dress." You can only push a man so far and Jax well, he has a short fuse for those pushings, "his hand shot out, curling his fingers around her wrist, holding her tightly." In my lap," he growled. "And I'm not talking about the champagne." And don't even bring up the subject of other men touching his girl, "other men. The thought made something possessive and hot roar through him. The same feeling he'd had when her father had mentioned giving her to Sergei. It was not effing going to happen. "there won't be any other men, Pandora," he said roughly, hardly listening to what he was saying. "Not now. Not ever."
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