First Time For Everything

His self-satisfied, almost primal look—combined with the teasing eyes and the disappointing lack of his mouth on her breast—snapped the last of her doubts. She gripped his wrists, pinning them above his head, and the aroused look he shot her made her feel powerful.

“Stop talking.” She lowered herself down his hard shaft, and his lids flared with satisfaction even as her body softened, welcoming his return. She shifted her hips, her body readjusting to his, tentatively taking more, and the groan from Blake sent sparks shooting up her spine. Spurring her on. So she rose and lowered herself again, angling her body to take him deeper.

“Jax,” he said hoarsely, and she covered his mouth with hers.

Enjoying the rough return of his kiss, the taste of his tongue and his hard shaft inside her, she pressed his hands more firmly to the bed as she began to ride him. The pleasurable pressure drove her insane, and Jax began to roll her hips with determination, relishing the needy, delicious ache between her legs that had been so long in coming.

And so worth the wait.

“Jax,” he groaned. “Let go of my hands.”

Instead, in answer to his call, she increased the speed of her movements. “Not yet,” she whispered, gently nipping his lip.

He hissed and his hips strained beneath hers, the fiery look in his eyes communicating that Blake Bennington was struggling. Fighting hard to keep his reactions in check. She loved that she brought him so close to the edge. She loved that he seemed determined to allow her free rein, encouraging her to take as much as she wanted without the worry of discomfort.

And take she did. Hungry for more, she drew her knees higher, capturing more of his hard shaft, longing to satisfy the terrible ache. Face flushed with heat, her neck damp, she grew desperate, her movements now jerky, almost awkward.

“Jax,” he murmured harshly, his eyes intense as he looked up at her. “Let go of my hands.”

Too far gone for teasing, she obeyed. Instantly, Blake splayed one hand low on her back, taking over, aiding her movements to receive his hard thrusts. Other hand on her hip, his thumb began to stroke her clitoris.

Pleasure clamped tight around her every nerve ending, holding her hostage and shoving her closer to complete oblivion. She bucked. She writhed. She might have even begged. Until, with one hard stroke of Blake’s thumb, it was a done deal. Eyes wide, she dug her nails into his shoulders as the waves of her orgasm swallowed her whole, consumed her, and she collapsed against his chest.

Blake wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face at her neck, pumping his hips hard, his voice rough as he called out her name and came.

SEVEN

Heart thumping hard, body slick with sweat, Blake held Jax close, his heaving breaths moving against the delicious curves of the pajama-top-covered breasts flattened against his chest. He closed his eyes, slowly coming down from the incredibly intense high, his body relaxing one muscle at a time.

Jax mumbled against his shoulder, “How was your first time with a first-timer?”

A grin captured the corner of his mouth. “Nothing like I expected.”

No surprise there. Jax was one of a kind. Unique. A sexy, smart-mouthed woman who was an incomparable mix of sassy confidence, street smarts and beguiling innocence.

Hands on his shoulders, she didn’t move anything except her head, lifting her gaze to meet his. “Is that a good thing?” she asked, her eyes narrowing a bit. “Or bad?”

His heart twisted at the vulnerable look, and he tucked a wild strand of tawny hair behind her ear. “You were amazing,” he said, his voice low as he ignored the rumbling vibration of need tightening in his groin. He shoved aside the sudden and surprising feeling of possessiveness.

“But I have one question,” he said.

“What’s that?”

He lifted her arm and kissed the tattoo on her skin. “What are you going to do with this now? Change the notes to another song?”

Her hazel eyes crinkled in amusement. “Probably tattoo a circle with a line through it over the whole thing.”

He chuckled, delighted by the no-holds-barred woman who plunged heart-first into everything she did, and to hell with the consequences.

The thought brought a line of concern in his brow. “Don’t forget we have your first court appearance tomorrow.”