The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 41

Jax pressed a small kiss against her burning bundle of nerves. Delicate, tender, teasing. Her reaction was something else: she cried out, harsh and wild, and her whole body arched off the sofa, pushing into his mouth. She was offering herself to him, and damned if he was going to refuse what she was giving.

He took the tiny bud between his lips, pressing and pushing, then releasing. Again and again, until her fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. She was moaning, gasping, saying his name over and over. Sarah was a woman on the verge of losing her mind, and Jax didn’t want to play with her anymore. He wanted her to come.

He released her c**t and she made a sound of protest; it was cut off when he thrust his tongue inside her. He speared her, deep and hard, felt her muscles flutter. When he pulled out, a rush of arousal followed, and trickled down her inner thighs. He groaned now, and inhaled her. f**k, she was musky and sweet, totally mouthwatering.

And she’s all mine.

He licked her soaked p***y, ran his tongue up its full length, lapping up her juices. He tasted every single inch of her, worshipped the most secret parts of her. When he touched her c**t again, Sarah jerked under him. He tightened his grip on her ass, held her closer to his mouth. No way she was going anywhere.

Finally, finally, he focused on her tense little bud. He stroked it hard and fast, rolled over it without pause, not letting up even as Sarah started to scream. Her hips bucked, thrusting and rocking and arching her p***y into his mouth, demanding that he keep going.

Sarah couldn’t believe what Jax was making her feel. Nothing that Dave had done to her had ever come close to this – it was unbelievable that he’d ever been down there for ages, trying to do what Jax was doing with such ease and in mere seconds. She was a shaking, shuddering mess of carnal need. She was close, so close, and she fought to bring her swollen lips as close to Jax’s tongue as she could. She wondered if she’d ever be close enough to this man.

Jax lifted his head, waited until she opened her eyes and stared down at him as he crouched between her quivering thighs. He smiled to see her in this moment: her eyes were blue fire, her beautiful face flushed and glowing.

“You want to come, baby?”

“Oh.” It was a sigh, and a groan. “Oh, God, yes. I want to come… I’m ready to come.”

“I want you to call my name when you go over the edge. I want to hear how much you love what I’m doing to you.”

She nodded frantically. “Yes, yes.”

“Promise me, now.”

“I promise. Jax, please!”

He lowered his head, his tongue lashing at her now, no mercy, no reprieve. And Sarah came apart under his mouth, came hard against his mouth. She screamed his name in time with the clench and release of her p***y muscles, over and over, not even hearing herself. But Jax heard her, heard the way she called his name from some bottomless pit of lust as she came for him.

I want her to say my name exactly like this, forever.

She collapsed suddenly, every single muscle in her body limp with sweet exhaustion. Jax mouthed small kisses against her trembling thighs, then worked his way slowly up her body, giving her time to recover. He kissed her stomach, her hips, the curve of her breasts.

By the time he got to her mouth, she was almost sobbing, and he tucked her head under his chin, holding her until she came back to herself.

Dimly, Sarah felt his hands in her hair, felt him roll over onto his back, and cradle her against his chest. She was weak, almost boneless, and his steady strength felt good. Jax was an anchor in the hurricane of confusing emotions and sensations, and she just held on to him. Waited for the storm to pass.

When she could feel her fingers and toes again, she raised her head. He was staring down at her, and when he smiled and dropped a tiny kiss on her mouth, she felt a tug on her heart.

“You doing OK?” he said.

“Oh, hell, yeah.”

He laughed. “That was an enthusiastic response.”

She raised her eyebrows. “It’s the night for those, I guess.”

“No kidding.” He shook his head. “You are so not defective.”

“You are so right.”

The kissed again, and Sarah propped herself up on one hand, her curls falling over one shoulder. “Jax?”

“Yeah, doll?”

“Can I touch you?”

He froze. “What?”

“Can. I. Touch. You.”