The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 80

She stepped back from him now, a look of mischief on her face. “Jax?”

“Yeah?”

“Take off your jeans, babe. Now.” She smirked. “And try not to fall over, huh?”

He laughed out loud.

When they were both shivering in their underwear, Jax helped her into the hot tub. He sat down on one of the seats, and without a second of thought, she curled up in his lap. Just like that first night in the pool, Sarah was wrapped all around him, mostly-naked and open and trusting. She tipped her head back and gazed at the stars, admiring their diamond-like sparkle and shine. The water was an amazing contrast to the chilly night air, and she relished the feeling of being so incredibly alive.

It could all have been taken from me, so damn easily. No more wasting time, girl. If you want this man, go get him. He’s not going to make a move until he’s sure you’re ready, so you have to demand it of him. No more waiting; no more asking. Take him, if that’s what you want.

“You OK?” he said, a bit unnerved by her silence.

She met his eyes. “I could be better.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” She reached behind her, unhooked her bra. Jax’s eyes went dark with lust as her pink n*****s teased him just below the bubbling water, appearing and then disappearing from his mesmerized gaze. When she shimmied out of her panties and tossed them on to the deck, his c**k hardened and lengthened, and he bit back a groan. With a sound remarkably like a purr, Sarah rubbed herself against him, unabashedly teasing and tormenting him.

“Hey, Red?”

“Yeah, Stud?”

“You trying to seduce me?”

“Oh, yeah. You’d better believe it.” She stroked herself the whole length of him, pressed gently when she reached the tip of his c**k.

The movement nudged him inside her, just a bit, and she winked at him.

Jax gasped, fighting for control. It had been such a long time since they’d been together, and he was suddenly sure that he wasn’t going to last for longer than ten seconds. Her p***y was burning hot against him, and now she was moving on his lap, her hips rolling and undulating. Right away, he was thrown back to the amazing first night in the pool, and he groaned again.

“Jax… touch me. Please.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He slipped his hand under the water, stroked her thigh. She made a frustrated little sound, and he winked back at her.

“More, baby?”

“More and now, Jax.”

“Bossy,” he murmured. “Good thing I find that kind of a turn-on.”

“A bigger turn-on than me kicking your ass at pool?”

“Ummm.” He moved higher now, inching up her body. She arched and he paused, his fingers resting on her p***y lightly, barely touching her at all. “Let me think about that for a sec.”

Sarah actually growled now, and Jax felt his arousal go into overdrive. The last time he’d heard her make that sound, he’d been plunging into her from behind, his hand wrapped in her hair, and his mouth open and hot against her shoulder as he'd panted his arousal. He’d give anything he owned to hear it again.

No more f*****g around. I need to feel her come.

Sarah almost sobbed with relief when Jax’s fingers finally found her. He parted her lower lips gently, stroked her c**t with his thumb.

He moved around and around the sensitive bud, his hands so tender and sure, she felt herself unraveling almost immediately. Jax stroked her, fondled her, until she cried out, her orgasm a long, intense burst of blistering sensations.

As her climax rolled over her, it brought a wave of emotion and memory. She closed her eyes and held on to Jax more tightly, letting it all wash over her. She wept, overwhelmed and grateful, and he let her have this moment, let her get lost in it, knowing that she’d find her way back to him.

“I remember now.” Her eyes were brimming over with tears, but she was smiling. “I remember all of that first night in the pool. You – you gave me real pleasure for the first time in my life. You were my first, in every way. Jax… I remember.”

“Oh, thank God, baby.” He kissed her, tasted her tears. “I loved that night, and it felt so damn lonely to have that memory without you.”

They held each other, and Sarah felt closer to him than she ever thought she could be. She knew for sure that Jax may be a hard, complicated man who’d made his fair share of mistakes, but when it came to her, he was – and always had been – a good, loving man. He’d always been hers, heart and soul.

And I’ve always been his.