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He laughed softly and the sound flickered down her belly on a direct course for the Southernmost Parts of Milly. He had this ease about him, a superpower. He could make her feel completely aroused and little off-balance.
“I could show you, but it requires the use of your tongue,” he said, drawing a shudder from her.
Unable to sort through the onslaught of emotions—yearning, desire, the need to make this a full-on under-the-stars experience, she rose up on her knees and said, “I bet I can just use my mouth. No tongue required.”
“Angel,” he groaned, and she knew his reserve was crumbling, which should have had her running scared, but it turned her on.
Assuming the whole Dirty Dancing crawling-across-the-room position, she made her way across the blanket, not stopping until her hands were on either side of his thighs. She brought her mouth a hair from his, “Is it a bet?”
He hadn’t budged from his position, still leaning back on his palms, legs crossed, shoulders bulging under his weight. So while they were chasing each other’s breath they weren’t touching at all—and it was erotic as hell.
“If I win the bet,” he said, skating his mouth down her throat, “I get five minutes of my tongue on your body.”
“Fair is fair.”
She’d barely gotten the words out of her mouth when Jax’s descended on hers. He sucked her lower lip, careful not to use his tongue, she noticed. She gasped and would have fallen into his strong body had he not lifted her onto his lap. A hand gripping each thigh, he scooted her snuggly against him, running his palms down her legs, then locking her ankles behind his back.
“How am I supposed to massage your favorite part from this position?”
“I thought we’d work up to it.” He wrapped his fist around her hair and gave a sharp tug, groaning when her neck was visible. He didn’t waste any time, burying his face and teeth into the gentle slope where the neck meets the shoulder. He stayed there for a long moment, nuzzling and breathing her in. “Your scent alone makes me hard.”
“No verbal foreplay, remember?”
“So then I won’t mention that I am so hard for you I’m afraid the second you take me into your mouth I’ll blow.”
Milly had never been all that into dirty talk, but Jax was a masterclass dirty talker—and she liked.
“I think I’m the one who’s going to be doing the blowing.” She reached between them and found the button of his jeans. She could feel the strain on the zipper, his erection pushing to be released. And she was going to release it—in more ways than one.
Fusing their mouths together, he delivered a kiss that blew her socks off. Slow and sensual, taking his sweet time to drive her out of her mind. It was so easy to get lost in what he was offering—easy, casual, temporary, no strings, and no stress. With her body wrapped around him the way it was, she felt feminine, powerful, desirable.
A single pop of the button later and his jeans were unzipped. She tugged at the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head. She let out a throaty moan. Memory hadn’t done his chest justice. The man was chiseled, his athletically honed body was one for the records book.
“Mmm.” She started at his shoulders, sculpting around them before sliding slowly down his pecs to his abs, taking in each and every one of his six pack. When she reached his waistband, she slid her hand beneath the soft cotton and down his smooth length.
“Angel,” he whispered, his head dropping all the way back. And, man, did she love it when he called her that, all throaty and rough, like sandblasted concrete.
She gave a stroke from base to tip, tightening her grip on the ascent and getting a little creative at the bottom. Quickly, she found a rhythm that had him pushing into her hand.
But then he held her hand still.
“Are we stopping?’ she asked.
“We’re taking a moment to think this through,” he said quietly. “Once these pants come off, we both know what’s going to follow. And I made you a promise that there would be no sex between us. And I take my promises, especially to you, very seriously.”
Jax might be giving off more boyfriend vibes that her ex. But his bachelor status was, to her knowledge, still firmly in place.
“I know, which is why I’m rescinding the no-sex rule.” She reached for him again, and again he stopped her.
He tipped his head so that he was looking her in the eyes and cupped her cheek. “This wasn’t why I brought you here tonight.”
“I know. It makes me want you even more,” she said. “I want you, Jax. I want you.”
“Then I promise to break every rule,” he said, as if she’d freed a stallion from its pen. Jax kissed her with a heat comparable to the surface of the sun.
Chapter Twenty
Take Life by the Balls
