The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 32

Those large hands were moving over her body now, so careful and tender. Jax seemed determined to not hurt her, or frighten her, and she wanted to reassure him that she was OK with him. He touched her like she was made of glass, and she had to do something to show him that she wasn’t going to break under him.

She took his hands in her own, holding his eyes. She slid his fingers under her t-shirt, pulled up. He groaned as he felt her smooth skin, and he tugged the material higher to get more access. She raised her arms above her head, and he yanked the shirt off in one strong movement. Jax gazed down at those gorgeous breasts in a plain white bra – no lace, no frills – then pulled her close, his hands running all over her back and shoulders, before clenching in her hair and lifting her to him.

He kissed her, and she felt his rough need. In response, she rubbed her n*****s against his chest, felt them harden and tingle through the cotton. He made a sound deep in his throat, and he stroked her mouth with his tongue, tasting, plunging. His control was getting shaky, and she smiled against his lips.

“What are you grinning about?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

“You.” She ran her fingers over his muscled, straining abs, then slid around and stopped at the small of his back. “You’re amazing.”

“No way.” He kissed her neck, scraped his teeth delicately on the sensitive flesh. “You are. God, you’re so f*****g beautiful.” He stared at her lush curves, loving how pale and delicate she looked next to his dark, tanned skin. “Like cool white silk.”

“Take off your jeans, Jax.” It was a soft command, but it hit him like a punch to the throat. “Now.”

He stepped back, fumbled with the belt and snap and zipper. Christ, he hadn’t felt this awkward and clumsy since he’d lost his virginity at the age of fourteen. He watched as Sarah undid her own jeans and slid them down her legs, tossed them aside. He was so busy staring at the spot between her soft thighs, hidden under simple white cotton panties, that his one foot caught in the denim. He tottered, and for a few seconds, he thought he’d lose his balance and topple right over. She laughed at him, and he smiled back.

“You going to fall down, tough guy?” she said.

“I told you that you’re a knock-out, doll. That body’s gonna knock me flat on my ass, if I don’t watch myself.”

She blushed, looked down.

“Hey, no. Don’t go all shy on me now.” Jax kicked his jeans off at last, and reached for her. “You’re stunning, I promise you.”

“Not too…” Her voice trailed off.

“Not too what?”

“Too… fat?”

“Jesus Christ, Sarah. Really?”

She nodded.

“God. You’re not anything but sheer f*****g perfection.” He ran his fingers down her throat, over the necklace chain he’d bought her, hovered in the hollow between her breasts. “Curvy and juicy. I’d do nothing but touch you all night, if I could.”

She relaxed now. “Yeah?”

“Hell, yeah. Now, get that sweet ass into the pool.”

Sarah giggled and accepted his hand. He helped her down the steps into the shallow end, and she gasped as the cool water hit her skin.

“Too chilly?” he asked.

“No. It’s good.” She walked in deeper. “Refreshing.”

Jax wished that she was naked, but he’d take what he had, which was still pretty damn great. The white material of her bra had turned see-through right away, and when she stood up to push her long hair back over her shoulders, he saw the pink of her n*****s. His c**k hardened in his boxers, and he fought to keep himself in check as she swam around the pool in lazy strokes.

“Come over here, Red.”

Sarah looked at Jax, leaning up against the side of the pool, way at the end farthest from the house. When she got closer, she saw that he was actually sitting down. There were small, low seats built right into the wall, and she moved to sit on the one next to him. He stopped her, though, and pulled her up on his lap, his hands gliding over her wet skin.

Without any conscious thought, her legs went around his waist, and her arms moved around his shoulders. And suddenly, there she was: almost naked, and soaking wet, and all wrapped around Jax’s hard, amazing body. She stared into his eyes, feeling like her whole world had just shifted.

He felt more than saw her uncertainty. “Only what you want to do. You know that, right?”

She thought about that for a few seconds, and he stayed silent, his hands running up and down her back, slow and soothing. Jax waited, let her decide what she wanted. What she needed.