The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 36

Silent now, they held each other, their hands and mouths moving slowly over each other’s bodies in the water. They didn’t touch to arouse, or tease into a frenzy. Instead, it was all about comfort and closeness, a way of communicating through the fingertips and the lips. She nuzzled his neck, he traced the curve of her hip; she ran her fingers over his collarbone, he kissed her closed eyelids.

Jax was amazed that he wanted to do any of this. Usually he got a woman off, got off himself, and beat it back to the bar. He’d told Sarah that she was different and she was – and she made him want to be different, too. He let his fingers trail over her lower lips again, loving her silkiness. He wondered if the curls there were as red as the ones on her head.

“Have you been kissed down here?” he asked softly.

“Ummmm. Yeah. A few times.” She was shy and embarrassed again. “Maybe three times.”

“And did you enjoy it?”

“I guess. I mean – it was like the touching. It felt good, but not great.”

“Hmmmm.” His throaty murmur turned her on so much. “We’ll have to do something about that soon, huh?”

“Yeah.” Sarah was breathless at the thought of that dark head between her thighs, that clever, confident tongue stroking her p***y, lapping at her arousal. “For sure.”

“OK, let’s get out,” he said. “The air is turning cool.”

She nodded. The warmth of the early summer day had completely gone now, and the mountain wind was picking up. He carried her to the steps, set her down, and helped her out of the pool. She shivered and he quickly wrapped a large, fluffy towel around her naked body, his hands lingering between her breasts, on her waist.

“Go on up to the house and dry off,” he said.

Sarah picked up her discarded clothing and soaked underwear. “I guess I’m going home without a bra or panties, huh?”

His eyes darkened. “I like the thought of that.”

She shivered again, but not from the chill in the air this time.

Jax saw it, and he wrapped a towel around his lower body. “Up to the house, before you catch your death of cold. Get dressed and I’ll take you home.”

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The drive back to Sarah’s house was quiet, relaxed. She leaned against him, holding Jax’s body differently now. She was a woman who’d seen it up close, who’d touched it intimately, who’d had a mind-blowing orgasm wrapped around it. She didn’t own it, but she did have a claim on it, and she staked that claim with a vengeance.

From his side, Jax didn’t mind at all being claimed. Her hands felt good on him, her body felt good pressed up on his. Those ripe, lush curves were all his, at least for a little while, and so that meant that his hard, thick muscles were all hers. That was the agreement and the understanding, and what had happened tonight had just sealed the deal. Jax didn’t want out of what they had – he wanted more. He wanted everything.

He pulled up to Sarah’s house, helped her off the bike. He walked her up to the front door, and this time he didn’t care if the whole neighborhood was watching them. He kissed her goodnight, long and hard and hot, and she didn’t back down at all. She pulled him in close, tight, and he held on to Sarah like she was the center of his whole universe.

“When am I going to see you again?” Jax said.

Sarah noticed his wording: he wasn’t asking if he could see her again; he wasn’t saying he’d like to see her again. It was a promise to see her again and in fact, it was more than that. It was a guarantee, and there was no room for discussion or resistance. As far as he was concerned, it was a done deal.

“Not this week.” He heard the regret in her voice. “I have a few deadlines for the restaurant, non-negotiable. If I miss them, I start to lose money.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” Jax kissed her nose. “So, next weekend?”

“Maybe Saturday,” Sarah said. “I’ll check Mom’s work schedule.”

“Let me know, doll.” He took a business card out of his wallet. “That’s my cell. Call me, and tell me when to pick you up, OK?”

“I will.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah. I promise.” She smiled up at him. “Maybe next time, I can cook for you? Like, in your fancy kitchen? Chopping things and boiling water and wearing an apron?”

“You can cook?”

“I’m not bad,” she said.

“OK, then. Next time, I sit on my ass and swig the pricey wine, and you do all the work, Red.”

She laughed, and he loved to see her so happy.

“Deal, Stud.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” She got up on her tiptoes and kissed him again. “And thanks… I had a wonderful time tonight.”

“Me too, Sarah.” He was still a bit surprised at how much he’d loved her company, her warmth, her smile. Having her writhing and naked in his arms had just been the cherry on the top of the cake. “Me too.”