The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 26

Jax lowered his lips to hers, and she shuddered at the contact. He got to his feet now, pulled her up roughly. He walked her backwards, kissing her the whole time, and Sarah felt the wall hit her back. She gasped as Jax pressed his entire length against her, trapping her, surrounding her. She’d never felt so overpowered and overwhelmed; so taken control of and taken. And she f*****g loved it.

Jax lifted his lips away, no more than an inch. “You alright?”

“Yes.” She was breathless, her eyes bright. “Better than alright.”

He ran his large hands down her trembling body, stopped at her waist. He pressed his strong fingers into her soft hips, and she arched, just a bit, at the pressure. Then his mouth was on hers again, more demanding and hotter than before.

“Touch me too,” he whispered. “Don’t be shy.”

Sarah realized that her hands had been balled into fists at her side, but his words unlocked something in her, like he’d given her permission to do something forbidden. Risky. Pleasurable.

Tentatively, she set her hands on his chest, relishing the muscle and heat. He stood still now, sensing her hesitation. She moved her hands up, over his broad shoulders, and she clung there, feeling impossibly small and feminine. She’d never felt that way before: she was average height, but her hips and shoulders were wide and her breasts were large and she hated standing near Ellen for those exact reasons. But next to Jax, she felt delicate. Fragile, even.

My God. He could break me.

He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. He was gentle now as he kissed her – his tongue stroked and teased, requesting entry, not demanding it. She opened to him with a moan of assent bursting out of her throat. He almost growled in response and right away, the hunger was back in him. He thrust into her sweet mouth, his hips pushing into the cradle of her curvy thighs at the same time. Sarah held on to him harder, feeling dizzy from the riot of new sensations running through her body.

Jax felt her shaking get stronger now, sharper somehow, and he stopped. “Sarah?”

Those blue eyes were hazy, almost confused.

“Hey,” he said softly. “This too much? Too intense?”

“I – I don’t know.”

Jax didn’t pull back, but he eased up on his grip a bit. “What are you feeling?”

She looked up at him, vulnerable and open. “Wanted. Desired.” She paused. “Safe.”

“You are.” His voice was rough. “You’re all of those things. You hear me, doll? You’re safe with me. We never, ever do anything you don’t want.” He ran his fingers through those amazing red curls. “You believe me?”

She nodded.

“OK.” He pressed one last kiss on her lips, tender and lingering, then he pulled back. “So… does this mean that you’ll let me take you to dinner on Saturday night? Someplace nice?”

Right away, she looked uncertain. “Oh, Jax…”

“What? Saturday’s no good?”

“No, it’s fine. Mom’s not working. But…”

“But what?”

“Nowhere expensive and elegant, OK?”

“How come? I can afford it, if that’s what you’re worried about. Maybe we can go to Chorus. You ever been there?”

She shook her head, but he didn’t know if she was saying that she’d never been, or she was rejecting the suggested restaurant.

“So you want to go to Chorus?” he asked again.

“I – I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” She looked like she might cry.

“Sarah?” Jax was totally perplexed. “What’s wrong?”

She wrestled with herself, and finally just told him the truth. “I don’t have anything to wear someplace high-end like that. We – money’s always tight, and I don’t have anything nice, at all.” Her face was bright pink, and Jax saw real humiliation there. “I – I don’t even own a dress that fits me anymore.”

He stared at her. Goddamn, her life was rough and grim, and he wanted nothing more than to make it better somehow, any way that he could.

“OK,” he said softly. “So I see two choices here, right? Either I buy you a dress and we go out and paint the town red, or we have dinner at my place and you wear your jeans.” He ran his finger over her full lower lip. “You decide what you want to do.”

She looked down at her feet.

“Hey.” He raised her chin to meet his gaze. “Fancy or no-frills, Red? I promise you, I’m good either way.” Real want was burning in those green eyes. “You’re going to look beautiful no matter what you’ve got on, and no matter where we go for dinner, you’re dessert. I don’t care if I’m peeling a pricey dress or a pair of jeans off that f*****g gorgeous body… you’re gonna be just as delectable while I’m doing it.”

Sarah flushed a hot red, and her p***y slicked up helplessly at his words. God, she had always hated it when Dave had talked about getting her naked, but when Jax did it, it was… different. Hot and dirty, but fun and flirty too, and still somehow respectful. Dave had always made it sound like she owed him something for paying for coffee or working around Noah’s needs, but Jax was giving her the choice. It made all the difference in the world.

“Jeans and t-shirt at your place,” she said.

He smiled, slow and sexy. “OK, Sarah. Casual at my house it is.” He took a step away from her now and her body protested the separation between them. “Come as you are, baby.”