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“Jaxx,” he breathed. The pants needed to go now so he could finally have her na**d in front of him. When he let them pool at her feet he groaned. “You weren’t lying.” Commando. And bald. Jesus Christ. “Lie on the bed.” Having kicked off her shoes, she sensually climbed onto it with a catlike grace and sank back into the mattress with one leg out straight and the other bent at the knee. He swallowed heavily at the inviting, erotic, cock-torturing sight. Yes, this was how he had envisioned it would be; her laid out for him to explore and tease and pleasure until she sobbed for him to be inside her. Was that why his need for her was so great, because he had wanted and imagined having her for so long? If that was true, then maybe once he had lived out this very fantasy he could let her go, maybe –

“Your turn to strip,” she announced, snapping him from his thoughts. Jaxxon was only barely resisting the urge to shyly shield herself from his heated gaze. Or to reach out and drag him to the bed. Either would do.

“Not yet.”

“I’m not being na**d here all by myself, McKenzie. Get your kit off now.”

Aroused by that assertive tone, he smiled and slowly shed his clothes until he was stood completely na**d before her.

Jaxxon’s mouth went dry at the vision in front of her. There didn’t seem to be a part of that blessed body that wasn’t toned. She loved that although he was muscly, he wasn’t stocky or beefy. No, he was just right. Better than ‘just right’. He was the personification of power and raw masculinity and, for tonight at least, he was all hers. His dick was, as usual, standing to attention. And what a dick it was. Looking at it now, she was amazed it had actually fit in her mouth. Involuntarily she licked her bottom lip. It was possible that Connor groaned but she was too engrossed at the sight of his tempting shaft to pay much attention.

“Jaxx?”

Her eyes remained glued on his dick. “Hmm?”

“Jaxx, my face is up here.”

“And your point is?” He laughed and then his face was suddenly in front of hers and his body pressed down on her as he kissed her wildly. She went to curl her arms around his neck but he took her wrists and placed them above her head.

“No touching me yet. It’s my turn now. Keep your hands here.” This kiss was a goodbye kiss, because it would be a while before he was back to ravish those talented lips; he wanted to know this amazing body better than anyone ever had, better than even she knew it. With his hands, mouth, tongue and teeth, he proceeded to explore and pay homage to every inch of her, purposely skipping her br**sts and between her thighs. He discovered other erogenous zones that he tormented and teased. He also learned other things. He found that her neck was so unbelievably sensitive that he could have her bowing from the bed by just exploring that alone. He discovered that licking the length of her spine could make her shudder, laugh and moan all at the same time. And he also found that if he took too long to “get to the good parts” a string of curses would emit from her.

“For God’s sake, Connor, will you leave my f**king belly button the f**k alone and either move up a f**king bit or down a f**king bit!” A moan of relief spilled from her when finally his hands possessively closed over her br**sts as his mouth landed on a nipple and latched on tight. His hands massaged and kneaded while he suckled on the bud and then plucked at it with his teeth. Jaxxon moaned again as she felt a cl**ax building. The bastard had subjected her to a sensual assault, rendering her a bomb waiting to go off.

He lifted his head and pinned her with a look. “Don’t come yet.”

“Like I can help it!” He smiled and it was too cocky and smug for her liking. “Oh you think this is funny, do you?” She abruptly curled her hand around his dick and stroked him. He groaned and she mimicked his smug grin.

Connor placed her hands back above her head. “I told you, no touching me yet. You had your fun in the car.”

“I also made you come.” He kept backing off every time she came close to the edge.

His smile transformed from cocky to wicked. “You’re right. I’m being selfish. You want to come, I’ll make you come.” He slid down her body, nipping and sucking just because.

One lash of his tongue to her cl*t had Jaxxon’s body bucking. His fingers parted her wet folds and he blew out a long breath, making her entire body quiver. Then he swept that tongue between her folds and swirled it around her clit. She was lost.

“You taste so good,” he groaned. Pinning her restless h*ps to the bed, Connor feasted on her; lapping, suckling, licking, nipping. He continuously flicked the bud with the tip of his tongue, loving the sounds she made. He couldn’t resist biting on it gently. Then he plunged his tongue deep inside her and stabbed over and over.

“Oh my God,” she rasped. Unconsciously she grabbed his head but he gently slapped her hands away and mumbled ‘Above your head’. The vibrations of his words rocketed up into her core and sent sizzles through her body. As he alternated between stabbing his tongue and swirling it around, wringing moans and gasps and words of encouragement from her, she held onto the headboard to anchor herself. He had totally overloaded her senses…and now he was doing something else oh so clever with that seriously talented tongue of his. Tremors were racking her. She was so close yet so far because he was dragging it out. “Connor,” she said in a cautioning tone.

“Just a little longer, babe.” He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her.

“No. I need to come now.” His onslaught continued. “Connor.”

Connor speared a finger inside her and targeted her G-spot as his mouth latched onto her cl*t and suckled. She gave a loud cry as she came, shuddering and bucking. Her eyes were wild when she opened them again. They pulled at his soul, fired his blood and…there was another feeling but he didn’t want to examine it. He retrieved a condom from the bedside drawer, donned it quickly then settled his h*ps between her invitingly spread thighs. Locking one of his hands around both her wrists, he pinned them above her head and began to slowly work himself inside her. It was killing him to move slowly but she was so tight and he didn’t want to hurt her more than he already was.

Jaxxon sucked in a breath as her muscles stretched to accommodate his girth. The pressure was unbelievably good, even with the burning; that edge of pain added to the pleasure like a cherry complimented a cake. Yes, the pain could stay. But this going slow business…that had to go. “You know, Connor, as big as your dick is, it’s not really the destructive weapon you apparently perceive it to be. And I’m no delicate flower of the north.”

“Jaxx, you’re tight and I’m so hard it hurts. I want you screaming in pleasure, not pain.” He added in a low voice, “I hurt you last time.”

“I liked it. I even relived the entire thing with my vibrator when I got home.”

He groaned and dropped his forehead to hers. “Don’t start talking like that again. I’m hanging on by a very thin thread here.”

She curled her legs around his hips. “If you won’t snap that thread, I will.”

The second her teeth sank into the flesh of his shoulder he was a goner. “Fuck.” He slammed home and his groan mingled with hers. Her muscles clamped around him and it felt so good. Better than he remembered. Along with the pleasure was relief; he was finally inside her, finally where he needed to be. It was agony not moving. “Jaxx, you okay?”

A good word to describe what she felt was ‘full’. So unbearably yet blissfully full. Her intense gaze pierced him. “Fuck me, Connor.”

And there went his sanity. His control was utterly shattered; reason and rationality gone. His lips set in a merciless slash as he ruthlessly powered into her at a frenzied pace. “Is this what you want?” he gritted out in a harsh voice.

“Yes,” she hissed. His mouth took hers in a hot, urgent, dominating kiss. She returned the kiss and drew his tongue into her mouth, teasingly sucking it just as she had his cock. Logic told Jaxxon that they were as close as it was possible for two people to be, and yet her body repeatedly writhed and twisted and arched beneath him in an anxious bid to be closer. He seemed to have the same frantic need as his hands grabbed, shaped, clutched, squeezed and kneaded her body like he was trying to mold her to him. It was like they were fevered with need, drugged by each other. The tension just continued to build inside her, winding her body tighter and tighter.

Connor groaned as her nails dug into the flesh of his back. “That’s it, babe, scratch me.” The sweet pain had him driving into her impossibly harder, wrenching louder moans from her. He knew this was going beyond rough but he also knew nothing could make him stop. Every nerve ending was aflame with the skin-to-skin contact. Every sense was honed on Jaxx, making him totally attuned to her so that he knew exactly when her release was imminent before she even spoke.

“Connor,” she rasped, “I’m going to come.”

By then he had already adjusted his position slightly so that he ground against her cl*t with every hard thrust. She was practically sobbing now. “Come for me, Jaxx. Let me feel you come.” Seconds later she shattered, screaming, as her muscles clamped bitingly around his cock, triggering his own cl**ax. He bit out a harsh expletive as he exploded with what had to be an unnatural force.

The first thought that Connor had when his brain collected itself was: Again. Inwardly he snickered. Even after she had sucked him like a hoover, even after he had uncovered and tasted every inch of her and lived out his fantasy, he still wanted her. Instead of feeling less desperate for her touch, he was ready and eager for his next fix. Conscious of his heavy weight crushing her, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him so he could remain inside her, and lazed her over his chest. Both of them were breathless, limp, and being racked by reverberations. He closed his eyes, well and truly sated.

Jaxxon was glad he couldn’t see her face. She didn’t want him to read any of what she was feeling. She had been apprehensive about them using a bed, worried that it might make everything seem that more much intimate, worried that she wouldn’t find it so easy to keep a chunk of herself detached and safe. It turned out that she had been right to have such concerns. A traitorous voice within her was insisting that Connor wouldn’t have spent such time exploring and pleasuring her and wouldn’t hold her so close if this was all physical. The fourteen year old girl in her fully agreed. That naive little girl could stop that crap right now! This was Connor for God’s sake! It didn’t mean anything that he had been so attentive; of course he was good at sex, he’d had plenty of practice. She supposed that she shouldn’t be too hard on herself – he had promised her that he would f**k her ’til she couldn’t think straight and that was exactly what was happening. Oh she did like a bloke who made good on his promise.

“Tell me how you ended up getting into modeling.” It was good to be able to form a coherent sentence again. “I just can’t picture you pursuing that kind of career.”

Keeping her face buried in his chest, she responded tiredly, “Richie approached me when I was working in The Lion’s Head.”

“Richie?”

“Agent.”

“Oh, right. Wait, The Lion’s Head? What were you doing working in that shithole?”

She shrugged. “It was a job, that was all that mattered.”

“Where were you living?”

“The block of flats near the pub.”

He winced internally. The whole time he’d been living the life of Riley she’d been stuck there. He would have apologised if he hadn’t known she would get pissed off with him if she thought he pitied her. “I’m guessing Selfish Arse left you to be the bread winner.” If there was one person in the world he despised, it was that self-involved bitch who was single-handedly responsible for Jaxx’s low sense of self-worth. The only times Jaxx had ever closed her eyes to the truth were when it concerned Leah. She never wanted to see that Leah was actually a chronic liar and pathetic attention seeker who could always be counted on to hurt Jaxx in some way. And why would Leah do that? Because she could.

Jaxxon did her best not to tense at his words, but that one sentence told her something she had secretly wondered over. Connor couldn’t have seen Leah since she left care, whether it was because she hadn’t found him or he hadn’t responded to her attempts to contact him, if he assumed that she and Leah had gotten a flat together like they had once talked of doing. The sisters had even taken a blood oath when they first went into foster care that neither would ever leave the other. Snort.

Not wanting to talk about Leah, she changed the subject. “How did you get into F1 racing?”

“It was about three months after I’d left care. I was walking home from my late-night shift at McDonalds when a red Ferrari passed me and stopped at some posh restaurant just ahead.”

“Oh Connor tell me you never.”

“Of course I did. I’d always wanted to drive one and figured this was my only chance. What I didn’t know was that the bloke who owned it was a rally driver, and he had gone there to meet up with some mates of his who were rally drivers as well. So when I whizzed off in his Ferrari, him and his mate jumped into a Porsche and went after me. I managed to avoid them for ages but – for the first time in my life – I got caught. I was expecting to either get my head kicked in or get dragged before the Plod. Instead, the owner of the Ferrari offered me a placement in the Young Drivers Development Programme.”

“What did he say when he found out you didn’t have a license and were a self-taught driver?”