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I shift against Jax and his hand brushes the edge of my cotton bra. He groans as I arch myself into his hand, stroking my nipple through the fabric. With this, he trips the switch on the desire I’ve held back all evening. This man triggers arousal without touching me, and can turn me on with a kiss. Imagine what the hell will happen with his hands and mouth anywhere else; I’ve had tastes of that, but tonight I need to know.
Kissing him harder, I unbutton Jax’s shirt, smoothing my hands over his chest and across his taut stomach. Jax pulls his mouth away and rests his forehead on mine.
“Why are you stopping? I thought you were distracting me,” I say.
“How distracted do you want to be?” he asks hoarsely.
“Completely.”
“After what you said the other day, I need you to tell me what I can and can’t do.” Jax slides a hand across my belly, his fingers dipping into the waistband of my jeans. Heat flows downwards, and I ache for him to explore further. He’s barely touched me and I’m falling apart beneath his hands.
I push his open shirt and jacket from his shoulders. “I don't want any more restraint. If people are making my life hell because I’m your girlfriend, you'd better make all this worth my while.”
He sits back, a wicked glint of promise in his eyes. “I’m sure I can manage that.”
I rub my lips together, tasting him as I pull Jax’s shirt from his arms. As he drops the shirt to the floor, I climb onto his lap, seizing his head and delving my tongue into his mouth. He drops back against the sofa arm, a small noise of surprise catching in his throat.
Jax pushes his hands beneath my t-shirt and I pull the hem upwards, indicating he should take it off. Five minutes of struggling with buttons, zippers, and clothes later, and we’re naked on the sofa. Almost. As if it’s going to make any difference, he’s pressed against me, the barrier of my panties and his briefs the only thing between us.
I’m deliriously lost. Jax’s teasing my nipples with his tongue, licking and sucking. The lust that’s built between us all night — for the last two weeks — flows through my body, at each point my skin touches his my body burns.
I murmur something — his name? I don’t know; my mind can’t focus on anything but the aching need for him. Jax growls my name, and dives his hand into my panties, fingers seeking my clit and pushes his thumb against me. Jax’s breath comes harder against my face, as he glides his fingers through my wetness. I push myself against his hand and Jax pushes a finger inside me. The sensation jolts through my body and I tip my head back, catching my breath. He moves his face back to my breasts and flicks my nipples with his tongue as he strokes a spot inside hardwired to the rest of my body.
I dig my fingers into Jax’s back, running my hands across his powerful shoulders, pulling his hair, holding him as he gives himself over to pleasuring me. Why have I waited this long for something I’ve wanted since the first time he kissed me?
Jax shifts off me and I open my eyes in surprise. The light from the nearby lamp casts a glow over his body, shadowing the curves of his muscles. His fringe sticks against his head and he watches through lust-darkened eyes as he stops the amazing things he’s achieving with his hand.
I wriggle against his stilled fingers, dizzy, my breathing laboured. “Don’t stop.”
A slow smile crosses his face. “Remember how you teased me?”
I heave in a breath. “Not like this, I didn’t.”
“You did. Every time we kissed, every time we stopped.” Jax lifts his hand and slips a finger into his mouth. “You taste so fucking good.”
When he traces my nipple with his damp finger, lightning trips along my spine and sets every nerve ending alight. I growl and attempt to get hold of him again; but he laughs at me, gripping both my wrists in one hand. Jax leans over, kissing along my neck until he reaches my ear. “Do you like being teased?”
“No.”
“Shame.” He releases my hands and slides his tongue along my neck, across my breasts and down to my belly, inch by tormenting inch, and my body buzzes in anticipation. As he slides a hand along my thigh, I shift closer to his fingers; but he stops close to the apex, gripping my skin.
I exhale loudly, heart thumping as I wait for his next move. Jax switches to kissing along my thigh to where his hand grips my thigh. Hot breath caresses me before he swipes his tongue along my wet centre, once, and stops. I suppress a gasp and fight down the urge to push against him, to show Jax the effect he’s having. When I don’t respond, he leisurely draws his tongue across me until he reaches my clit. Lightning arcs from the place he touches, through my limbs, and I close my eyes, yielding.
He stops again and I grit my teeth.
This man knows what he’s doing to me, and he knows what he’s doing, period.
“You’re getting wetter, Tegan. Stop pretending you can handle me teasing you.”
Before I can reply, Jax’s mouth covers me, running the tip of his tongue the length of my sex, teasing until he elicits a moan, and stops. Repeatedly. Each time my thighs draw tight in frustrated pleasure, aching for his mouth again, anticipating.
“Are you all right?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Good.” Jax slides a finger into me, darting his tongue against my clit as he matches the movement with his fingers and I spiral to the edge, blood pulsing in my ears, the need for release shaking through my body. I’m aware the moans in the room are coming from my mouth; but I no longer care as my vision blurs, close to the edge.
And he stops. Again.
