“No.” He reached out and gripped her arms. Firm but not painful. The light touched on his tattoo—something she’d forgotten all about. “No, I don’t want you to go. I’m just…I just want to know why you want to be here with me. The real reason. The truth.”
She collected her scattered thoughts. “I’m here because I like you. Because you’re fun and thoughtful and interesting and sexy. Because you make me feel more than I’ve felt in what seems like forever.
“I’ve already made it clear I’m not looking for anything beyond tonight.” Her nerves kicked up as her mind spun. “I don’t know what else there is to want. What do you have that other people want from you?”
He hesitated. “Connections.”
When he didn’t say any more, she tried to connect the dots. “With who…movie people? Producers, directors, actors? That kind of thing?”
“That kind of thing.” His answer held a bitter edge.
“Well, that’s of absolutely no interest to me, Jax. I have a lot of the same people as clients. I have all the contacts I could want in Hollywood, and I don’t need any of them. As far as I’m concerned, people are people, and their value stems from their character, not their popularity or notoriety.” She leaned into him, and he let her, releasing her arms and sliding them around her. Combing his fingers through her hair. “Besides my clients, I wouldn’t know a star if they walked up to me on the street, and I like it that way.”
She slid her hands over his muscled torso from belly to chest, loving the way his hands fisted in her hair. The way his nipples tightened under her fingers and a moan rumbled in his throat.
“Everything I want is right here, beneath my hands.” She leaned in and kissed his chest. Loved the way a thin dusting of hair brushed her lips. “Are we good?”
“Not yet.” He tilted her face up with one hand and covered her mouth with his, lips hot and demanding. His tongue forced her mouth open and took hers. She opened fully to him on a moan. Let go of all thought and took in the feel of his mouth and this passionate, hungry kiss.
His arms came around her again, pulling her hips to his, his cock already rigid and swollen against her lower belly. The hot skin and hard muscle of his chest pressed against her. Lexi whimpered and tried to push higher, tried to get him between her legs, but she was already in four-inch heels and had no leverage.
Jax answered her need by lifting her, and Lexi greedily wrapped his hips in her thighs, rocking her hips into place as Jax licked into her mouth.
“Jax, want you.” She kissed him deeply. Scraped her fingers into his hair. “Need you.”
He groaned, his hands moving over her like he couldn’t touch her fast enough. His mouth eating at her mouth like he couldn’t get enough of her taste. He pressed her against a wall, but she couldn’t remember moving from the middle of the living room. His hips sank deep between her legs, and a fierce shot of pleasure arched her back. She broke the kiss on a moan.
Jax’s mouth dropped to her throat. His hands to her ass. He pumped his hips against her. His cock rubbed its hard length over her sex, and he used his hands to pull her into the movement. His teeth bit at the skin of her throat, then his tongue soothed.
“Oh God… Yes.” She couldn’t believe the intensity of this. “I’ve been thinking about this…all day.” She put her hand to his face, tried to pull his mouth up from where it kept sliding lower. If he closed his mouth over her breast, she’d explode. “Jax. Inside me. Come inside me. Please.”
His tongue slid over the exposed curve of her breast. “Soon.”
Christ, the way he moved. He made her see stars. He didn’t thrust. He rocked. Undulated. Varied pressure. Moved her hips to his strokes. Like a dance. The same way he kissed. This wasn’t a fuck. It was an art.
His tongue passed over her nipple, and the friction spread fire through her breast, down her chest, and between her legs.
“Shit, Jax…” She fisted her hands in his hair, dropped her mouth to his ear, and whispered, “I’m going to come. Fuck me. Please.”
He turned his head, and kissed her. A languid kiss, his tongue moving in her mouth the way she wanted his cock moving in her pussy.
He pulled back. “This is just the beginning. We have all night. A dozen different orgasms to explore. Let go and come for me, sweetheart.”
He dropped his head back to her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Picked up the lusty dance of their hips, his pace harder, faster. He spread his hands over her ass cheeks, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin near her opening that ached for him.
The pleasure swelled inside her like a balloon. Lexi groaned behind gritted teeth, dropped her head back against the wall, let the sensations peak. The orgasm rose to the sound of his pleasure-filled moans. But when it broke, the pleasure wasn’t the low-level, languid heat Lexi expected. Electric fire shot through her hard, wrenching her muscles and prying a cry from her throat. The arch of her body pushed her against Jax. He took her breast harder in his mouth, her sex harder against his cock, intensifying the peak and wiping out all thought.
She shuddered hard. Tightened her arm around his neck and dropped her face to his head, breathing him in. Holding him close. The pleasure was sharp and sweet. Even more so with Jax’s kisses against her throat, her cheek, her temple.
Her body softened, muscles loosened. She rested her forehead on his bare shoulder, one hand still tight in his hair. Lexi didn’t have the strength to keep her legs around his waist, and they slipped down his thighs. He eased her feet to the floor. When she was steady, he lifted his hands to her face, whispered, “You’re so beautiful,” and drew her to him for a slow, relaxed, wet kiss.
The comment meant so much more to her knowing he didn’t just refer to what showed on the exterior. Lexi smiled and rested her head against the wall as his mouth slid to her cheek, her jaw, her neck.
She sighed. “You are the best kisser on the planet.”
“Takes two.” He pushed the jacket to her sides, then took her breasts in his palms, pressing them together. He bent and snuggled his face to her cleavage, his mouth open and hot.
She clutched soft handfuls of his hair. Need ramped quickly again as Jax suckled her breasts, his tongue sliding, teeth nipping, hands massaging the mounds with slow, heavy pressure.
“I’ve never seen a bra like this.” His fingers traced the edges of the lace that cupped the undersides of her breasts, supporting them for both visual appeal and easy access. “Whoever invented it was a genius.”
“You’re getting me all hot again.”
His mouth curved against her skin. “That’s what it’s all about, baby.”
He moved his mouth to the other breast and licked her nipple. She bit her lip to hold in another whimper.
He chuckled, low and dark. “You’re so sensitive.”
“You’re so good. The way you touch and kiss and…everything is just so perfect.”
“Everything?” he murmured, circling her nipple with his tongue until she arched her back, pushing her breast toward him. But he didn’t take it like she wanted. “What else feels good?”
He wanted to hear her say it. She closed her eyes, as if the dark room wasn’t enough cover. “The way you suck me.”
His mouth closed over her nipple, but he didn’t suck her as much as kiss her. “Like that?”
“Harder,” she whispered.
“Harder what?”
“Suck me harder.”
He growled and covered her breast with his mouth, rolled her nipple with his tongue, then tightened down with suction. Excitement flooded her body and stroked her pussy. She moaned and pulled her hands from his hair, slid them around his waist. She scratched her fingers over his skin and pushed them into the back of his jeans and under his boxers.
God, his ass was all tight muscle and hot, smooth skin. She pushed deeper into his pants and scraped. He growled, a frustrated, slightly angry sound. His hands dropped to her hips, thumbs hooked in the strings of her panties, and pulled them over her hips.
“You’re right,” he said. “The smell of the leather and your skin is fucking delirium.”
He slowly dropped into a crouch in front of her as he kissed his way down her body while skimming her panties down her thighs, past her knees, over her calves, and off her heels. The sight of this strong, broad-shouldered shadow kneeling in front of her was such a turn-on, a fresh wave of wetness slicked her sex. His tattoo flowed over his left bicep, across his shoulder, up his neck, and down his back. She wished for light again, aching to watch that ink roll with the movement of his muscle.
“Well, look here,” he murmured, his hands pausing on her thighs, his gaze on her pussy. “I’ve become distracted.”
Jax’s fingers tightened on her thighs and eased her legs apart. Lexi dragged in air. Jax’s grip lightened, and his hands caressed their way up her inner thighs. She tightened the grip on his shoulders. Her sex clenched in anticipation of his touch. But his hands reversed direction right where she needed him most.
He shifted to his knees and edged closer. Pressed his lips to the front of one thigh. Then the other. Lexi closed her eyes. Then his mouth pressed between her legs, and she gasped, her eyes popping open.
“Oh Jesus.”
One of Jax’s big hands gripped her thigh just above her knee and pushed it sideways. He lifted her foot off the ground and pinned her leg to the wall, exposing her.
“My snacks must be wearing off,” he murmured. “I’m suddenly starving.”
Lexi reached for the corner of the wall for balance. His mouth pressed against her again. Kissing. Then exploring. Then licking.
She swore he was drawing pictures with his tongue. Tracing every ridge, every fold. Tension built quick and intense. Pressure rose through her entire lower body.
“Baby,” Jax murmured. “You’re ready again. I can feel you throbbing on my tongue.”
He slid his fingers over her swollen folds and pulled them open. The touch of air against hot, wet skin tantalized. He licked directly over her clit—slow, hot, wet pressure in a spiral. The pleasure pounded her body. She moaned and squirmed.
“Jax—”
His mouth closed, his tongue moved, and Lexi’s mind disintegrated in pleasure. Jax didn’t just use a flick of his tongue or a little suckle of his lips. Jax ate her. He used his entire mouth in a fervent attack, taking her in, licking and stroking every inch of her until she thought she’d come apart, only to stop just before she exploded and slowly suck her out of his mouth. He stroked her with his hand, separated her with his fingers, then dove back in with his full, open mouth, repeating the exquisite torture until she was writhing against the wall, panting his name.
“You wanted me to savor you…inside…little Lexi.” He released her hips. “Let everything go and ride my mouth.”
When he put his mouth back to her this time, he thrust his tongue up inside her.
“Oh fuck.” She grabbed the corner of the wall with one hand, his head with the other, and let his hands guide her hips to his mouth. He pulled her hips forward each time he drove his tongue inside, then held her against his mouth while he stroked and sucked.