“No, no, no…” he murmured, gripping her face and pulling her off him. His cock left her mouth with a pop, making her grin. He gripped her jaw in one big hand, firm, almost painful with his slipping control.
“Not doing it right?” she murmured, tilting her head until she could take his thumb into her mouth and suck, rolling her tongue around his rough, salty skin. “Do it for me. Use your hands and make me do it the way you want it.”
She bit down on his thumb until his eyes opened. The intensity of his desire made her so needy she was offering him a freedom with her she’d never felt safe or confident enough to offer another man.
He closed his eyes, his chest heaving. “Condom. In…my wallet.”
Lexi whined a complaint, but she reached for his back pocket. He gentled the hand on her jaw as she moved. As soon as she had her fingers on the leather, she licked the head of his cock, barely within her reach.
He choked out a laugh and pulled her away. “You little cheat…”
“You wanted naughty.”
His eyes opened to slits. “I forgot my limitations.”
“I like being able to push you to them.” She kissed his palm and sat back, pushing her fingers through his wallet. “Where are they? And do you have any without the studs? I want to try something.”
“Baby…you’re asking…questions of a man with no…blood in his brain.”
“Ah-ha!” She whipped an ordinary condom from his wallet and grinned.
“Oh hell,” he said. “That look on your face…”
She ripped it open, figured out which side was up, and grinned at him. “Okay, no promises, but I’ve wanted to try this since Rubi mentioned it.”
“Wait. What? I’m a guinea pig now—?”
His teasing ended when Lexi popped the condom into her mouth, positioned it in an open O between her lips. But the look on his face—part shock, part confusion—made her laugh, and she had to take it out again. “You can’t make me laugh, or it’s not going to work.”
“Baby,” he said, low, throaty. “It won’t work anyway because I’m not gonna last until it’s on.”
He reached for it, and she pulled back. “Do your best. I have faith in you.”
“It would be easier if you put it on the tip first, then rolled it with your mouth.”
She frowned. “I can see this isn’t a new trick for you, which only means I have to do it better.”
Remaining out of his reach until she had a good grip on the condom with her mouth was harder than it sounded and she grabbed his hands when he tried to reach for her again, pinning them at his sides. She landed a perfect shot over the head of his cock on the first try.
She’d planned on grinning up at him in triumph once the rubber was seated over his head, but the way his hands fisted in the sheets beneath her own gave her such a thrill, she couldn’t stop. Jax was growling and writhing on the bed beneath her by the time she reached the base.
His hands broke from beneath hers. He sat up while pulling her mouth from his cock and reached for her panties, pushed them over her hips, down her thighs. With one arm, he wrapped her waist and lifted, pulling the panties free of her legs with the other.
Then he pulled one knee wide and settled her back over his hips, dragged her down for a kiss, and whispered, “Ride me hard, naughty girl.”
Lexi reached between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his length. He groaned her name as Lexi rubbed his head over her opening. She ached in anticipation and rocked his head slowly into the swollen, wet folds. The muscles all over his body clenched. His fingers dug into her hips.
“You’re going to come…
so
…
hard
,” she said, dragging out the last two words, smiling into eyes that had gone so dark she couldn’t separate the pupil from the iris. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” He lifted his hips and pushed deeper. “God, yes.”
Now it was Lexi’s turn to agree, the word hissing from between her teeth as he pulled her hips lower, pushing his thick cock deeper, stretching her and offering delicious counterpressure to the ache she’d been living with for weeks. “Yessssss…”
Nineteen
There was no way Jax would last beyond one mammoth climax. Lexi was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, inside and out. Beyond that, he finally felt like he’d found a woman he understood, a woman who understood him—or could, once he’d told her everything about himself. And, just as it had when they’d been in New York, the emotions he felt for her made the sex electrifying.
Jax held the orgasm back with every trick he knew—forcing his mind somewhere else, focusing on something less sexual than the fact that his cock was forging that unused path again through her tight body. Yep, that was working.
“Lexi…I’m not going to last.”
Her hair had fallen forward over one shoulder and spilled across her face in a gorgeous display of raw beauty. That sight wasn’t helping him hold back either.
She rose and lowered on her knees in short, quick movements, teasing his head with her tight opening. “But you feel
so good
.”
He lifted and pushed deeper. Lexi’s lips parted. Her eyes closed. Her head tilted back. And with every passing moment, he grew more and more desperate to mark her as his. To own her. To make sure she never wanted another man like this.
He’d never wanted that before. Didn’t understand the fierce, growing need now. Knew, logically, he couldn’t own her. Or mark her. Or ensure she never wanted another man. But deep down inside him, he needed all those things.
“Lexi…come on, baby…give me everything.”
She pushed him inside her one more time, then stilled. Sank lower.
And lower.
And lower.
“Fuck…” He lost it. Dug his fingers into her hips and drove upward.
He and Lexi both cried out at the same time. Jax stilled, giving her a moment to adjust. The look on her face was part pleasure, part pain. But Jax couldn’t control it anymore. The need overwhelmed him. His body shook from the effort of holding back the climax, and Lexi was so perfectly snug around him.
“I think…you lost your patience somewhere…over the last few weeks,” she said, hands pressed to his chest, balancing herself as she started to ride him in long, excruciatingly slow strokes.
“I think”—he slipped his hands beneath hers, threaded their fingers, pulled them off his chest until they were palm to palm—“you picked up a control habit.”
“Nope. I’ve always had it.”
“I noticed it in New York.” He lowered his gaze from her beautiful face, those light blue eyes glazed with the heat of sex, scoured her breasts, jiggling gently under the transparent lace, the undulations of her soft, flat belly. “I see it all over this studio.”
He continued scanning, to the erotic thrusts of her hips and his engorged cock sliding in and out of her pussy. He wanted to let go of her hands and guide her hips to a faster release but didn’t want to lose the contact.
“You keep a very tight hold on everything you touch.” He covered her hands with his, and pressed them to the curve of her spine. “I think it’s time you learned to let go.”
With her arms stretched behind her, Lexi’s back arched. Her pelvis tilted, forcing him deeper.
“Oh God…” she moaned, head dropping back.
With her hands on her own skin, his guiding them, Jax spread their fingers, reached farther around her to cover her ass cheeks, lifting and pulling her into the thrust, forcing Jax balls-deep. The head of his cock hit her cervix on each thrust.
“Jax…God. That’s so…good.”
“Sometimes, letting go of a little control…” he said, holding a partial curl until his abs screamed, “…has a lot of benefits. Relax, Lexi…” he panted, “…and feel me finishing this off my way.”
The tension drained from her arms, allowing Jax to pull them farther behind her, reach deeper between her legs, and brush the nerve-lined skin high on her thighs bordering her opening with twenty fingers—hers and his.
She made a high-pitched sound in her throat.
He added strength to the pull, to the thrust. Waited until her eyes were squeezed closed, her mouth dropped open. Her hair spilled down her back, a few loose strands crossed her face. When she cried out with each thrust, Jax rolled forward a little more and closed his teeth around the lace-covered nipple.
“Oh God…”
He curled all the way up, pulled her arms completely behind her, forcing her breasts forward and against his chest.
“Open your eyes.” When she did, he said, “You wanted to make love looking into my eyes. Keep them open.”
He dragged her fingers over her own hot, wet skin as he stroked her, thrust, rubbed, rocked, pulled out, started over. “You’re going to come
so
…
hard
…Lex.”
At the first squeeze of her pussy, her eyes closed.
“Open your eyes.”
She opened them, barely, little slits of sparkling, smoky blue, and Jax watched the intensity tighten her face. Watched her lips form his name as the orgasm broke. Watched exquisite pleasure rush over her beautiful features.
“God
damn
—” was all he got out before his own orgasm tore through him. Extreme pleasure gushed into his pelvis, burned up his spine, boiled in his belly. His hips jerked, and jerked and jerked, plunging into Lexi’s succulent heat. His muscles contracted, released, contracted again, each squeeze nothing but pure pleasure rocketing through his body.
Jax let Lexi’s hands slip from beneath his. He was sweating, panting, his heart beating hard against his chest wall. Lexi went limp against him, her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck, then laid her head on his shoulder and grew heavy.
“Oh…my…
God
…” Jax wrapped her in his arms and lay back, propping himself up on an elbow to ease them both down.
And then she lay atop him, limp and loose, hot and sweet, while Jax remained deep inside her.
Christ, this was heaven.
Jax combed her hair back from her face and tossed it over her opposite shoulder. “What time does the shop open?”
Her chest was still rocking against his. She didn’t answer right away. Then finally, “My receptionist comes in…at seven.”
He rolled his head to the side so he could look at her without lifting his head. “Seven a.m.? Crap. I was hoping you’d say ten.”
She laughed softly. “I wish.”
She lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest. Her eyes were heavy, her face flushed, hair falling over her forehead. Jax had been with a lot of beautiful women, and Lexi was indeed one of the most beautiful, but her physical beauty wasn’t what was doing all these insane things to his heart.
She pushed up on her hands and smiled down at him with such warmth and joy in her eyes, Jax’s chest tightened. “It’s so good to see you.”
Then she lifted her hips and pulled his body from hers.
A pinch of panic burned his gut. That sounded like
great fuck, you can go now
. She leaned down, kissed him again, then rolled to her feet. Jax grabbed her arm. She gave him an expectant look as she lowered to her knees and pushed up one leg of his jeans to take hold of his boot.
Then paused. “I guess I should ask if you can stay—or want to stay—for a few hours before I get you all undressed.”
“You’re not kicking me out?” he asked, only half kidding.
Her head tilted in the cutest way. “Why would I do that?”
“Then I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”
She tugged on the boot and slid it off his foot, then his sock. “That’s a dangerous statement.”
After taking off the other, she pulled his pants free of his legs, and he lay naked in her bed. When she straightened, she smiled down at him, her gaze raking over him with appreciation and hunger. Reaching up, she unfastened her bra and tossed it aside. Definitely not shy about her body, she stood completely naked in front of him. Glorious wet-dream material. His cock started to harden again.
Her gaze lifted to his face. “I’m going to get a warm towel and clean you up before that,” she pointed to his growing erection, “gets out of control.”
Jax’s gaze was gliding over her body when the comment registered. When he lifted his gaze to meet her eyes, Lexi turned for the bathroom. His gaze lowered, taking in the beauty of her backside for the first time. And her ass looked as good as it felt.
The water ran in the bathroom, and as promised, she returned with a warm towel, sat on the edge of the bed, and lovingly removed the condom and wiped him clean. He was fully hard again by the time she was finished. His heart full. Jax had never felt so spoiled.
She tossed the towel aside and lay beside him, her head near his hip. He rested his cheek against her thigh and bent his knee so she could do the same to him, their position reminding Jax of a yin-yang symbol. Her hand floated over his belly, up his chest. Jax stroked her arm.
“I know you’re tired,” she said. “You can sleep. I’ll wake you up before my assistant comes in.”
He took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth. “And leave you alone to find eighteen ways to convince yourself this will never work by the time I wake up? Forget it.”
She smiled.
He glanced around the space again. “Lexi, how do you eat?”
“I usually grab something from one of the restaurants nearby. There’s a fridge in a break room downstairs.” She pushed up. “You want me to get you some water?”
He pulled her back to him. “No. I want you to stay here, touching me.”
“Well, I don’t know.” She melted against him. “That’s a rough job, but…for you…”
He sighed, squeezed her hand. She’d agreed to tonight, exposed a lot of herself, but she was still holding back. “Okay, Lex, truth—am I going to be another one of your casualties?”
All amusement left her face. “What…does that mean?”
“It’s obvious you haven’t been with anyone in a while. With your looks…” Understanding filled her eyes. He didn’t have to connect the dots. “I thought you were skittish in New York because you were sweet. Thought men took advantage of you. But I’m getting the feeling you don’t let anyone close enough to take advantage.”
Her blue eyes scanned him, serious, troubled. But she didn’t answer.
“Who did this to you, Lex? Who made someone with so much to offer hide away in this five-hundred-square-foot box?”