The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 33

It was dark in the backyard. The kitchen lights didn’t reach this far, and most of the illumination came from the huge full moon above. She saw the outline of Jax’s large body, saw the gleam of his eyes, but not much more, and this lack of sight only sharpened her sense of touch.

Every part of her was hypersensitive, tingling and alert. Here in the near-dark, she discovered a sense of freedom, and something in Sarah came alive. Something primal and aching with need; something that wasn’t her, but it was her. Something that had been there all along, hidden away… waiting for Jax to call it out.

I want him to touch me, all over and everywhere. I want him to stroke me inside, deep and hard.

She knew he would do what she wanted, if she just asked him to; she also knew that he’d stop if she asked him to do that. Jax was probably a lot of things, but he wasn’t a man who was going to force her. He’d said so, and she believed him.

“Jax?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I want – I want…”

He pushed her wet hair back off her forehead. “What? What do you want?”

“…I don’t know.” Her voice wobbled. “I don’t know what I can even have, or what I like.”

“Wait.” Jax went still. “How much have you done before?”

She looked away.

“No, don’t do that.” His fingers on her chin forced her back to face him. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

She closed her eyes, horrified at the directness of his question.

“Sarah? Tell me, OK?”

“I – I don’t know if I have.”

Jax was quiet. If she wasn’t sure, then chances were that she hadn’t, and that shook him up. In his arms, he held a woman who was totally unaware of what her body could do, how good it could feel. And he was taken aback at just how much he wanted to be the one to show her.

“What did you and Dave do?” He hated to say the fucker’s name, hated the thought of him touching Sarah at all, but Jax needed some information. He needed to know if the asshole had inflicted some damage on her about s*x, about her own body and its desires.

I just bet he was a selfish prick with her.

She jumped a bit, started to pull back. Jax tightened his grip on her.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” His voice was soft, and she stopped trying to get away now. “Just tell me.”

She let out a shuddering breath. “We – we touched each other. And sometimes, it started to feel really good. Like… I could feel something happening. Inside.”

Jax nodded.

“But he told me I was taking too long, and that it wasn’t normal for a woman to need so much time. And he stopped before… before anything could really happen.” He saw the shine of tears on her cheeks, and anger rose in his chest. “Maybe I can’t, Jax. Can’t – you know. Come.”

“OK, hold up.” He stepped down hard on his overwhelming desire to kick Dave’s fucktard ass up between his shoulder blades. “There could be lots of reasons why you never had an orgasm with him. Maybe he didn’t turn you on nearly enough. Maybe he had no f*****g clue what he was doing. Maybe you need more than just a finger – not every woman can come that way, Sarah. Maybe you didn’t trust him enough to really relax and let go.” He kissed her, gentle and slow, licking the tears from her lips. “Myself? I’d bet it was some combination of some, or all, of the above.”

“Or maybe I’m just defective.”

“No.” He was sharp now. “No way. I’ve felt your fire, and there’s not a single f*****g thing wrong with you. You hear me?”

Startled at his vehemence, she nodded.

“What do you want right now? What do you want to do, if anything? We can just stay close like this, you know, and star-gaze and kiss. I’m happy if you are.”

“No.”

“…No?”

“I want more.” She ran her hands over his back. “I want you to make me come, Jax. If I can.”

He sucked in a breath. “Oh, God…”

“Touch me.” She moved on him now, restless and needy. “Make me feel good. Please.”

“I will.” He made the promise with every intention of fulfilling it, and hopefully more than once. “It’s all I want to do.”