“Think of it as a trial basis then.”
“Oh and that’s just great,” she drawled. “I move in and get used to things and then you kick me out? No, thank you. I’d rather stay put and take my chances with Dad’s guys.”
Jax took a deep breath. He relaxed his grip and just about let her get away, but he thought about it for a second longer than maybe he should have, or perhaps would’ve even been considered normal given their history. Instead of releasing her, he threw his arm around her back, hit the lever and reclined her seat.
“What are you doing, Jax?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He walked his fingers over her waist and clutched her side, applying pressure as he slipped his hand under her hips and pulled her forward. At the same time, he assaulted her mouth, loving the way her lips parted in acceptance and her tongue dueled with his, taking the lead, relenting and letting him have his way once more. “Don’t tell me no, Brianna. Just say yes. All I need to hear from you is yes.”
“Jax,” she crooned, her fingers raking his scalp.
Their kiss turned completely ravenous and he kissed a wet path down her neck, pushing her shirt up and over those glorious full breasts, that rack he’d seen earlier and just about come from the visual alone. God help him, he would feast on her sweet body.
He flipped the material out of his way and cupped the underside of her mound, flicking her nipple with his tongue, loving the way the beaded point grew harder and longer as he rubbed his tongue all over the tight bead. “This is what you need, baby. Somebody to take care of you, a man who wants to pamper you.”
“Yes,” she whispered, relaxing in his arms.
He smiled to himself as he sucked her nipple, dragging his teeth over the bud so he could give her a mix of pleasure and pain, delicious delirium and the promise of much more. He pinched the point and dropped his head to her flat stomach, wishing they were already on his big king-sized bed, sprawled out on the comforter. There, he could wash over her like rain, love all over her sweet body until they were both breathless and worn, totally exhausted from the good loving they’d postponed for far too long.
His cock demanded attention as he fantasized about how he’d take her, how he’d love on her independently, and how he’d later share her with his brothers. He pressed against her thigh, wanting her to touch him, but more importantly willing her to notice his hardness, how she drove his arousal.
He planned to drive her insane, too. He’d kiss away her pain and concern, and give her everything she needed, everything she deserved to have—safety, security, love and adoration—him.
She deserved him because in his heart of hearts he knew no one would ever love her the way he would love her, the way he would start loving her right now.
“Hang on a minute.” God help him, he was losing his mind. He exited the truck, slammed his door, and walked in front of the headlights, wondering if she was focusing on his entire profile or just the obvious bulge in his jeans. He swung open her door and stared down the bridge of his nose, daring her, just damn daring her, to try and stop him now.
She clutched the seat with both hands, but as her rapid breathing gained momentum, he was certain she understood what he held in store. “Come here.” He crooked his finger back and forth, waiting and watching. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“That puts you in a pretty good position then.”
“How’s that?”
She used his body as an anchor and jumped down from the truck. Landing in front of him, she looked up and said, “Because, Jax, there is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for you and we both know it.”
Now wasn’t the time to remind her that she’d more or less turned him down when she acted appalled by the idea of staying at his place. Now wasn’t the time to talk about anything, come to think of it.
He carried her to the back of his truck, left her there, and hurried back to the passenger side, flipped the seat forward, retrieved a blanket, and reached under the tool box for his emergency supply of condoms. By the time he rejoined her, she was half-dressed, striking a pose in her bra and red satin panties, bikini cut.
“Good Lord, woman, don’t you know someone could pull down this road and catch us?”
“You obviously had similar ideas,” she said, wagging her finger at the box of condoms.
Of course he did, but he’d—well, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. He stared up at the vixen staring down at him now. Her green eyes were like polished emerald stones. He’d always thought of them as cat eyes, in shape and color. Her auburn hair held a natural hint of red right at the crown and he was betting she’ d never used the first bit of color given the fact her pubic hair matched the shade.
His mouth watered as he remembered the sight of those private curls, those intimate scattered hairs damp with lust when they’d been down at the river, moments away from consummating their relationship, a relationship that had always been there but had never been given the attention it deserved.
Jax had made that mistake once. He wouldn’t make it again.
Tossing the blanket on the bed of the truck, he climbed in and stripped off his shirt as she unhooked his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and ripped down his zipper. He did the honors then and rolled the denim away from his legs, kicking off his boots in the process.
She licked her lips and blushed as if she hadn’t meant to make an outright illicit gesture. Then, she leaned back on the blanket, using her elbows for support. “Now what, cowboy?”
“Now I’m planning to get somewhere,” he said, kneeling between her legs and tossing the condom box against the back of the bed near the cab.
“Where do you want to go?” She placed her index finger on her bottom lip and her eyes filled with true mischief. She spread her legs and hooked one of those shapely calves around his hips, pulling him on top of her.
He growled and nicked the side of her breast, noticing that little catch in her throat as she sighed out in apparent pleasure and arched in his arms. He settled between those shapely thighs, keeping his cock well out of the equation, and then he slid down her body like a predator on the prowl, a vulture in search of easy prey.