out to protest, but then she had an idea. She turned around as directed, but before he could tell her what to do, she reached back and grabbed his genitals. He drew a sharp breath and Kiarra smiled. “If you can’t concentrate with someone’s hand on your balls, then you might not be able to block out the distractions around you when you’re fighting.”
She gave a light squeeze, surprised to find him hard. The image of his erection free of his clothing, open to her touch and her mouth, made her lower belly tighten and her panties damp.
“Is that how you want to play it, pet?” Jaxton whispered before cupping her and rocking the heel of his hand against her clitoris.
She gasped. No one had touched her so intimately since Ty.
No. She wouldn’t let the past invade the present, and when Jaxton flicked her beaded nipple with his free hand, she leaned her head against his shoulder and inhaled his addictive scent. The stubborn and bossy man behind her was the only one she wanted to think about right now, especially as he rocked his hand against her again.
Careful not to let her arousal turn her hands into coals, she stroked Jaxton’s erection through his pants, imaging how soft yet hard he’d feel in her palms. Jaxton thrust into her hand and bit her earlobe. “Are you wet for me, pet?”
Kiarra should feel embarrassed, but his words shot straight between her legs. “Yes.”
“Good.” Jaxton tilted her head at an angle and kissed her, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He put his hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples. Kiarra moaned, dug her nails into Jaxton’s scalp, and arched into his touch, wanting him to do it again.
Jaxton broke their kiss just long enough to turn her around, grab her ass, and pull her up against his body. As he lifted her, Kiarra instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed against him. She purred as the seam of her jeans created a wonderful friction.
This time, she knew what she wanted, without reservations. The past would no longer control her.
“Skin,” she managed. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”
Jaxton groaned at the pressure of Kiarra rubbing against his cock. He managed to reach the bed and get them both horizontal without disentangling Kiarra from his body.
He braced himself on his forearms and looked down at Kiarra, flushed with kiss-bruised lips. He wanted to rip her clothes off and plunge into her wet heat, pounding until they both forgot about their troubles.
But this was her first time with him, and after what she’d revealed about her time inside the AMT, he needed to be careful. She hadn’t frozen at any of his touches yet, but there was still a chance she would again.
Kiarra gazed at him with heavy-lidded eyes and pulled up her shirt, revealing her abdomen. “Before this shirt goes any higher, you’re going to take yours off.”
Jaxton was stubborn, but not daft. He took off his shirt and let Kiarra’s hands roam over his chest. But when she scraped his nipple, his patience evaporated. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, sucking and biting her bottom lip before trailing kisses down her neck. She arched her back, jutting her breasts forward, but Jaxton avoided them on his path downward, instead kissing the exposed skin of her belly. He smiled at her noise of frustration.
His hands roamed over her abdomen before pulling her top up over her breasts and tracing around the taut peaks of her nipples through her bra. Kiarra pushed away his hands, and Jaxton froze. But when she pulled her top over her head and slid off her bra straps, he chuckled. “So impatient.”
“And you, sir, are a tease.”
He moved up and traced the top of her breast, just above the cup. “Don’t worry, pet, you’ll thank me later.”
She snorted. “For a self-assured sex god, you’re not doing a very good job.”
If Kiarra could tease him, she was more than ready. Jaxton pulled her bra down and gazed at her lovely breasts, round and full, greedy to see them bounce when she rode him. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, lapping and biting the taut peak before moving and doing the same to her other breast.
Kiarra’s hands were on his shoulders, and he rubbed her forearms before kissing the spot between her breasts, and continued lower. When he reached the top of her jeans, Kiarra’s nails dug into his shoulder. He licked her belly just about her waistband and blew. “I can’t show you the full extent of my sex-god powers unless we take off your jeans.”
Kiarra giggled, the sound a tinkle of delight he would never tire of, and her hold relaxed. He looked up and raised an eyebrow, hooking his fingers under the waistband of her jeans. “Just don’t burn me into a crisp, okay? I’m quite fond of my cock.”
She tapped his arse with her foot, and Jaxton took that as encouragement. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had teased him in bed. He’d kept women at a distance since his brother’s capture, focusing solely on his family, but somehow Kiarra had found her way around his internal barriers. Not surprising, since the woman was as stubborn as an ox.
Smiling at the thought, he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, kissing the patch of skin just above her knickers. This was the point of no return, but a quick glance told him Kiarra was still with him and willing. As he slid down Kiarra’s jeans, exposing her knickers, his mouth watered; all he wanted to do was taste her.
Her legs now bare, he traced a finger up the inside of her thigh to the edge of her knickers, tracing one side and then the other, but never dipping beneath them into her dark curls. Kiarra raised her hips as she made a noise in her throat, and he said, “Tell me what you want, pet. Your wish is my command.”
She looked down at him, her face flushed and eyes dilated, and Jaxton couldn’t remember seeing a more beautiful sight. She licked her lips and he focused on the act, barely restraining himself from crawling back up to kiss her again. His voice was a growl even to his own ears when he said, “Well?”
“Touch me.”
He smiled, rubbing her thighs. “But I am touching you.”
She narrowed her eyes, her face a bright pink. “Are you really going to make me say it?”