The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 40

Jax sat on a chair in the kitchen, watching Sarah. She was making some kind of pasta dish with seafood and a white wine sauce, and it smelled incredible. She looked happy and relaxed, and he found himself smiling like a f*****g lunatic, smiling at absolutely nothing. Just her.

“OK,” she said as she closed the oven door. “That needs to bake for about forty minutes, on low. You starving, or can you wait that long?”

“I’m starving,” he said. “And I can’t wait.”

“Oh, damn, Jax. Really? I’m sorry… you want something while you’re waiting?”

“Hell, yeah, I do.” He got to his feet now, advanced on her slowly. “You.”

Her eyes sparked. “Me?”

“You.”

He picked her up and carried her to the sofa in the living room. Carefully, he lay Sarah down, smoothed her hair back off her flushed face, then leaned in and kissed her. She responded completely, her tongue meeting his, luxuriating in him.

God, he’s delicious, absolutely everywhere.

She let her hands run over his body more freely this time. Jax loved that she was more comfortable with him, and he sank down on top of her, let his weight push her into the sofa. She moaned, and the small sound spurred him on.

He slowly took off her shirt and bra, then impatiently yanked his own t-shirt over his head. Those blue eyes went smoky with lust, and she reached for Jax, pushed him onto his back, twisted so that she was above him.

Her sweet mouth moved over his chest now, kissing a trail of fire over his skin. Her tongue traced the lines and curves of his tattoos, and he clenched his fingers in her hair, holding her close. His eyes shut, his neck arched, and he pushed his head into the cushions.

Goddamn, she makes me lose control faster than anyone I’ve ever known.

“Sarah?” His voice was a hoarse whisper.

She raised her head. “Hmmm?”

“Can I taste you?”

“…Taste me?”

“Uh-huh.” His fingers moved between their bodies, stroking her through her jeans. “Right here.”

She gasped.

“I did say I wanted something while I was waiting for dinner.”

“You did,” she agreed.

“So that’s what I want. I want to taste you.” His eyes searched hers. “Is that OK?”

“Jax…”

“What? Too much?”

“No.” Sarah smiled at him, that pure, shining smile that he was fast becoming addicted to. “Not too much.”

Jax sat up and took her by the shoulders. He gently lay her down again, and she went, trusting him. He undid her jeans, pulled them down her legs. Her panties quickly followed, and there she was, totally naked under him, that body just begging for his touches and kisses. He paused for a few seconds to savor the sight of her – so creamy and curvy, and yep, she’s a natural redhead – and she watched him.

“You OK?” he asked her.

She nodded.

“You want to stop, you say so.” He brought her hand to his mouth, licked her palm. “You can stop this anytime.”

“I’m not going to stop it,” she said. “I want this.”

“Me too.”

His kiss was demanding now, hard and possessive, and her surrender was immediate and absolute. She was tired of always being in control, always making the decisions, always holding back her desires for some greater good. She wanted Jax to just take her, no asking permission, or checking if she was OK with what was happening. Whatever he did was going to be just fine with her.

He was moving down her body now, his mouth and fingers playing with her n*****s. She arched into his touch, loving it; it was good, but she knew it was going to be better. The memory of his fingers inside her returned full-force, and her p***y gave a spasm.

Jax felt her shudder, and he knew that she was heating up. Sarah’s whole gorgeous body was tensing and straining, getting ready for his lips to go where she seemed to want them the most. He fought to go slow, to be tender, but she didn’t seem the slightest bit interested in either of those things. No, she was a different woman tonight. Hot. Needy. Open.

Ready.

His finger dipped inside her, found nothing but slick heat. God, she was so f*****g wet, and he pushed a bit deeper. It was an easy glide in, and her gasp of pleasure made him harder than he could remember being in years.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said, his voice pure animal. “I’m going to kiss you until you come against my mouth.”

“Jax, please…”

“Beg me more, baby.” He withdrew his finger from her p***y, brought it to his mouth. As she watched, he sucked it clean, and she moaned at the look on his face “f**k… you’re delicious. I want to have my tongue where my finger just was – but you’ve got to beg me to do it. Make me believe you want it.”

“Please… please.” She was writhing now, rubbing her thighs together to try to relieve the throbbing building between them. “Kiss me, Jax. Kiss me where I ache.”

His eyes flared, and without a word, he slid down the length of her body. He opened her legs wide, pinned her even wider with his huge shoulders. He slid his hands under her, palming her generous ass, and he lifted Sarah to him. Her thighs fell open more, and he saw her c**t glistening between her swollen folds.

Fuck. So beautiful.