Page 59 of Heist in Paradise

Then he removed his hand from my shorts, and I whined at the loss. “J-Jax!”

“I got you.”

Quickly, he spun me around, the railing biting into my lower back. I barely blinked before he was gone, kneeling at my feet, his hands ripping down my shorts to my mid-thigh and exposing me to his hungry gaze. My breath stuttered in shock and arousal. I slapped my hands down in a loose attempt to cover myself, but Jax wasn’t having it. He caught my wrists and pinned them against my legs.

“Stay.”

And then he just…looked.

Stared, like I was a feast for his eyes. I squirmed, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“So pretty,” he purred, teeth flashing savagely. “Cute and pink, just like you.”

“Will you just—oh.” Words left me as his head bowed, his tongue lashing over my aching core. Mere seconds later, I gasped and came with such force that my ears popped and my vision whited out. He didn’t stop licking, and that was a new torture, prolonging the waves.

Between a moan and a shudder, I caught movement through the glass doors in front of me, a flicker of a shadow. I squinted, half delirious, and told myself it hadn’t been a pair of green eyes that I’d caught staring back at me.

Releasing my hands, Jax grasped my thighs and sank back on his heels, looking up at me with sinfully glistening lips. “You look ruined, princess.”

“I—I think I swallowed my tongue.”

“Here. Let me find it.” He sprang up and kissed me hard, drilling his tongue into my mouth. I tasted myself on him and kissed him back just as hard.

An insistent prod at my leg drew me back. My hands were on his belt moments later, unfastening and freeing him. I knew from earlier that he was big, but seeing it was a whole different thrill. His crown was flushed and angry, a bead of precum welling on the tip. When I wrapped my hand around the base, he pulsed and pulsed.

“Can I…?”

“Yes,” he groaned hoarsely.

Even though I wasn’t entirely sure I was prepared for it, I slid to my knees and licked tentatively across his leaking crown. His hips flexed at the contact, and another moan chased with a curse. He tasted salty and masculine, and there was already so much of it. I twisted my hand around him, meeting my mouth where I wrapped it around his head, suckling eagerly.

“Jesus—fuck.” His large hand dropped to my head, fingers latching around my ponytail.

I focused my tongue on the vein beneath the head, searching, learning. His response was encouraging—he gripped my hair tighter and pulled me in. He didn’t gag me, his restraint obvious in the tension thrumming along his thighs. He was heavy on my tongue, smooth like warm velvet. I pulled back and gave him a soft kitten lick.

My other hand slid up his inner thigh and tugged once on his balls. They drew up quickly, his hips stalled, and he groaned: “Fuck—do that again…”

I pulled back and lapped at his slit, gently cupping his balls. His thighs clenched around me. I spared a glance upwards, blinking to clear the haze from my eyes, and saw him in erotic definition—his lips parted and head thrown back, all sharp angles and elegant columns. And then he snapped forward, his eyes finding mine, pupils blown wide and dark.

I saw the end in the way he stopped breathing. Without warning, he exploded in my mouth in hot bursts. I swallowed on instinct, not minding it as much as I thought. Especially when Jax staggered slightly, when his fingers tangled in my hair, when his eyes slammed shut, and his jaw flexed, his chest heaving.

There was so much of it. I swallowed twice before it slowed. Then I held him for a breathless moment. He softened and withdrew, tucking himself back into his briefs.

I wasn’t sure what I expected to happen next (Jax struck me as a root-and-boot kind of guy), so I was surprised when he lifted me up and crushed me into his chest.

I mouthed dumbly at the fabric of his t-shirt, reeling from the embrace. He was…hugging me? His large hand stroked down my back, finding the tension. Easing it. My insides fluttered in a way that had nothing to do with what we’d just done.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice muffled.

His chest vibrated. “Just checking something.”

“Checking what?”

“That you’re real.” He pulled back just enough to smirk at my suspicious expression. “I knew those pouty lips could do more than cuss me out.”

“Shut up.” My face flooded with heat. But my head was blank. Totally empty. It was welcoming, like a blanket of numbness.

“Don’t tempt me.” His bruised knuckles bumped my chin gently. “It’s sunset.”