The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 39

By Saturday evening, they were both in a fever of impatience. When Sarah heard the roar of Jax’s bike in front of her house, she lost all control of herself. She flung open the door, flew down the porch steps to meet him. He was hurrying up the path to her, and when he saw her, he opened his arms. She launched herself into them, feeling like she was in both the safest and the riskiest place on earth.

He caught her to him, pulled her up off her feet. Sarah gasped as his hungry mouth descended on hers, kissing her like he was starved for her. His hands were on her rounded ass, her legs wrapped around his waist, and they didn’t care who the hell might be watching. All they saw, heard, felt, knew, was each other.

Jax finally broke off from kissing her. His knees were shaky under him, and he stared into her blue eyes. They were bright with want, and his c**k reared up.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi.”

“I’m glad to see you.”

“Jesus Christ, doll. I’m glad to see you, too.”

“I can tell.” Her grin was smart and sexy, full of knowledge. It was the grin of a woman who knows that she’s desired by a man, and who has no problem with that whatsoever.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” He set her back on her feet, and glanced down. “Damn thing has a mind of its own when you’re around.”

“Uh-huh.” She smiled, slow and hot. “I don’t mind.”

“Me either, actually. So.” He looked up at the house. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah. Just let me lock up.”

“Noah and your Mom here?”

“No.” Sarah shook her head. “Mom actually took him to the park.”

Jax stared. “Really? She broke his routine?”

“Yeah, we’re working on it, you know. I’d like to eventually work up to taking him out three evenings a week, maybe. Just casual stuff, you know, like going for ice cream or for a walk.”

“That’s amazing.”

“Well, when it works, it is. But it’s hard, you know. Takes lots of planning and organization.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Like how?”

“Well, we had some hits and misses with taking Noah out, but I finally found a thing that he can latch onto when he feels unsafe. I introduced a backpack into the whole thing, and he loves it.”

Jax c****d his dark head at her. “A backpack?”

“Yeah. He packs up his favorite stuff – his Sudoku puzzles and pencils, his baseball cards – and I give him a juicebox, and then he’s OK. Feels like he’s going on an adventure, you know?”

“Really?”

“Yep. He won’t leave the house without his backpack now… and if he feels overwhelmed or freaked out, Mom and I just sit him down, and tell him to take something from his backpack to distract him. So far, it’s working.”

“God, you’re smart.”

Sarah laughed. “Sometimes.”

“OK, Red. On to the bike. I bought all the groceries you asked for, so everything’s ready.”

“You got dessert?” she said.

“Nope.” His stare made her stomach clench. “I want what I had last time.”

“Me too.” Sarah’s voice was small, breathless.

“Good.” He held her eyes, his gaze smoldering. “Glad we can agree on that.”