Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure if I expected him to scoff at me or be amused. I could be naive enough to think he would even want to make love to me. What I got was a slow, wicked smile. “Oh yeah, baby. I can definitely do that. I’m going to take my time and prove to you I’m the only man you’ll ever need.”
“Yes. That’s what I want.”
Jax slid his fingers through my hair to cup the back of my head as he lowered his lips to mine again. This time the kiss started off slow and careful, like he was feeling me out or maybe giving me time to adjust to the sensations. I slid my hands up his chest and around his neck.
With his fingers tangled in my hair, Jax angled my head where he wanted me while his other arm tightened around me, holding me close. Goose bumps erupted over my skin and I shivered. I’d always loved being in Jax’s arms. This was altogether different, though. This time, I was really his. His woman. I found his strength exciting, and even a little daunting. I knew he hadn’t been a saint -- he was twelve years older than me -- so there was no doubt he was the experienced one in this relationship. While I wanted to claw out the eyes of every single woman he’d been with, I couldn’t fault him for it when I’d been too young for him to even consider being with. At the same time, I wanted to thumb my nose at the lot of them. They might have had him in the middle of his life, but I’d had him first and now I had him last.
Slowly, as if sensing my comfort with his touch, Jax intensified the kiss. His teeth grazed my lips enough to make me gasp. His tongue swept inside my mouth to dance with mine. Small sighs filled the air as I settled into his embrace and simply let Jax have me. I’d trust him to guide me, and I’d be everything he needed.
I shifted so that I could wrap my legs around him. As turned on as I’d gotten just from his kiss, my clit felt like it was being licked by fire every time I rubbed over his jeans. I might never have had sex, but I knew how to pleasure myself and often did. What I was feeling now had nothing to do with physical stimulation and everything to do with the man doing the stimulating.
He stood and planted a knee on the mattress, laying us both down so that he pinned me. I loved his weight on top of me, his body resting between my legs. I tilted my hips, trying to get some more friction on my clit and Jax grinned down at me.
“Is my girl greedy?”
“For you?” I tried to flash him a grin, but my words came out as breathless as I felt. I wasn’t in a smiling mood. I was nearly desperate to come. “Always.”
“Good. Because I doubt I’ll ever get enough of you, Holly.”
“You’ll always be with me?”
“Always, baby. Nothing could make me leave you. Nothing.” I could see in his eyes and expression he meant what he said. Thing was, Jax had seen me at my worst already. If he still wanted me, I was all in, and I wasn’t asking him if he was sure because then I’d have to decide what I’d do if he changed his mind.
“Good. Now, show me what to do.” It was as much of an order as I was capable of. I was pretty sure it was more of a plea than a demand.
“With pleasure.”
Jax kissed me again. This time his hands touched the skin of my waist and slid up my sides until I arched my back and whimpered into his mouth. He pushed up slightly, grabbed a fistful of his shirt between his shoulders, and pulled it over his head. Then he slid my shirt from my body in a slow, gentle caress.
My nipples were pebbled, and hard, aching points. I arched again, hoping he’d mash his chest to mine so I could rub my nipples over his muscles. Instead, he wrapped an arm around my back and lowered his head to take one breast into his mouth and suck.
I screamed at the foreign contact. I’d always imagined how this would feel, but the experience far outweighed the fantasy. I tightened my legs around Jax, afraid he’d leave. Or, worse, not give me the friction I needed over my clit. That might be grounds for a beating.
Jax’s warm laughter vibrated through my chest. “I know you need friction on your clit, baby. And I’ll give it to you. Just not yet.”
“Oh, God!” I should have been horrified that I’d said that comment out loud, but my brain was scrambled. I shivered and jerked when his fingers caught my nipple between them and gently squeezed and twisted while his tongue flicked magic over the other. “Oh, God! Jax!”