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Her brow furrowed in frustration as she pulled harder, as if through sheer force of will she could overcome her mistake. A typical Jax response to an obstacle.
“Clearly you need a little more practice undressing a man,” he said.
“Shut up, Suit,” she said lightly.
Hands pinned behind his hips as thoroughly as if he were in shackles, another chuckle escaped Blake. “For future reference, I hear they make special equipment for this,” Blake murmured huskily. “Matter of fact, all future ex-cons should be fairly familiar with them.”
Her movements stalled and she lifted a brow. “Are you teasing me?”
He bit back a smile. “Of course not.”
“Oh, I think you are.”
Amused, Blake nodded in the direction of his hands. “Are you going to release me?”
She looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “This wasn’t part of my plan, but then you laughed at me. Now I’m kinda enjoying it.” She placed her palms on his bared chest, and he sucked in a breath. “And I have a strong urge to make you pay for mocking me.”
Jax threaded her fingers through the sprinkling of chest hair and then rubbed her palms on his skin, lighting a fire beneath. “Nicely defined muscles,” she said. Her hands shifted lower. “Flat stomach.” She shot him a look. “You’ve been making good use of that gym equipment of yours.”
Jax touched her mouth to his collarbone, and the explosive shot to his groin ripped a hiss from his lips. Need now outgrowing his patience, Blake pressed his shaft against her soft abdomen and almost groaned in relief, pressing her more firmly against the wall while he breathed in the sweet smell of strawberries.
“You smell like a fresh breeze,” she said. Closing his eyes, he basked in the pleasure of her mouth on his skin, her lips moving toward the center of his chest. “But you taste like warm, salty butter,” she whispered, pressing small kisses along the top of a pectoral.
His movements restricted by the tight cuffs at his wrists, Blake pulled at the confinement. “Jax,” Blake muttered, his voice laced with a husky, barely restrained impatience.
She ignored him and ran her hands up and down his biceps. The faraway look in her eyes and the obvious pleasure on her face ratcheted his lust higher.
“You feel so good,” she said, her tone distracted as she trailed her mouth to the other side of his chest. When she reached between them for his belt, the needy feeling grew more urgent, and he began to fear his ability to control the moment was fast slipping from his hands.
His voice was a little harsher now. “Jax,” he said, instinct driving him to arch his hips urgently against hers. “I want to touch you.” Tipping his head back, he took in her flushed cheeks and the unfocused look as she released the catch on the buckle and pulled the leather strap free.
She lowered her mouth back to his chest. “In a minute,” she murmured distractedly against his skin. “I’m not done yet.” Moving her hands to the front of his pants, she popped the button and lowered the zipper, knuckles sliding along his erection.
Bolts of lightning skewered his groin. “Damn it, Jax,” Blake groaned hoarsely, his pinned arms straining as the electrical shock awoke a powerful need. “Help me get this shirt off.”
For months no woman had tempted him to take the time. But Jax proved the exception as he’d watched her wild hair swing behind her back. The lissome sway of her hips as she walked. Her ever-changing scent. The palpable attraction. And right now, if his hands were free, he could touch the woman he needed more than he should.
His tone was harsh. “Jax, please...”
Frustration built as she ignored him, her tongue joining her lips on his chest, her small moan whispering across his damp skin as she pushed his pants down and they dropped around his ankles.
Sweat dotted his temples, his heart banging, and he gritted his teeth.
But the end of his patience soon came.
Her soft fingers encircled his erection and pulled the straining shaft from his briefs, her lips closing around his nipple at the same time, and the fierce stab of dual pleasure was too much.
With a deep growl and a desperate exertion of muscles, the buttons on his cuffs popped, pinging against the deck as his arms finally came free.
