The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 93

Sarah opened her eyes, unbalanced and disoriented. She blinked at the painting on the wall and realized that she was at home, in the bedroom that she shared with Jax. She had literally no memory of coming back from the Heart Center, and that made her panic. She gave a small whimper of confusion, sat up quickly.

“Hey.” Jax was lying down behind her. “You’re OK, baby. I’m right here.”

“Jax.” She looked at him over her shoulder. “What – how did I get here?”

“You fell asleep in the truck on the way home. I carried you in.”

“I did? You did?”

“Yeah. You’ve been out for almost four hours.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.” He stroked her tumbled red curls off her face. “You’re pushing yourself way too hard with the physio, and handling all this stuff with Naomi. Just – just stay still and breathe for a minute, alright?”

She turned to face him and cuddled down into his arms. She rested her forehead against his broad chest, felt his steady heartbeat under her fingertips. “I was so scared when I woke up and had no memory of getting here… I thought that I was starting to forget new things, too.”

His arms tightened around her. “You didn’t forget anything, doll.”

“OK.” She took a deep breath, let it out slowly. “OK.”

He made small circles on her still-tense back. “You were so wiped out, it worried me a bit. Was last night too much? I was too hard on you?”

Sarah pulled back and gave him a shining, wicked smile. They had made love the night before, for the first time in more than two months, and it had been nothing less than incredible. Exhausting, for sure, but it was that amazing exhaustion that only Jax made her feel: he left her limp and sated, but still craving him, still hungering for more. No matter how many times he took her, there was no such thing as enough of him, no such thing as too much from him.

She saw the worry on his handsome face, though, so she kissed him. “No. You were perfect last night.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She slowly ran her foot up the side of his leg. “The whole night was perfect.”

Jax grinned now. “It was, wasn’t it?”

“Mmm-hmmm.” She made that low, throaty sound that she knew he loved. Sure enough, those dark green eyes sparked into flame. “What time are you going to Curves tonight?”

“I have about two hours.”

“Two, huh?”

“Yep.” His hand was tracing the curve of her generous hip now. “Why are you asking?”

“Oh, no reason. Just wondering if you want to make the first part of this evening perfect too.”

“What did you have in mind, Red?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Maybe I can show you?” She pressed her palm against the front of his jeans. “It would help things quite a bit if you took these off, though, Stud.”

“Oh, God, baby.” Jax groaned as she rubbed herself against his hardness. “Yes. Show me.”