Page 44 of Tee’d Up For Trouble

“Yes.”

He slid down and unbuttoned my jeans. He slowly slid the denim down my legs. He then stared at my black knickers that matched my bra. They both had a black bow and were lacy. I liked to have sexy lingerie against my skin. It was my one splurge.

“Good thing I didn’t know what you packed underneath your clothes, darlin’, ‘cause I’d have ripped them off a long time ago.”

He dipped his nose between my legs and inhaled. “What do you call pussy in Irish?” He cupped me, and I felt the surge of liquid drench my knickers.

“Faighean,” I told him.

“Fine?”

I smiled. “No, it’s….” I spelled it out for him and then grinned. “It’s also the Irish word for condom.”

Jax pulled his nose out of my center and looked at me. “You Irish are weird.”

“Coming from an American where they haven’t spoken English for years, that’s something.”

Were we having an argument during sex about language?

His face lit up like a beacon. “You’re aMy Fair Ladyfan.”

I narrowed my eyes, feeling enormously weird that we were both in just our underwear, mostly aroused, discussing a musical. “I’m surprised you are.”

“My gran…nope. Not going there.” He looked down at my pussy. “Going back down there.”

Now, Cillian liked to receive oral like every other red-blooded man I knew, which I liked to give, but he wasn’t always too keen on returning the favor. Since I didn’t think that was fair, we just didn’t do it.

I had a feeling Jax would be very good at this.

He yanked my knickers down my legs and then gasped…no, really,gaspedwhen he saw me bare. “Dee, what other secrets do you have?” He stroked my lips, dipping a finger inside just enough to pull some of my juices out.

So, I liked to keep it bare down there. Cillian never admired me the way Jax was, and if that wasn’t a boost to the old ego.

He put his fingers in his mouth, the ones that had just been inside me, and as he gazed at me, trapping my eyes with his, he sucked.

I felt an answering jolt of arousal run through me.

“I can’t wait,” he murmured, and I knew he was talking to himself. And before I could arrange my thoughts, I lost them all because, as I had suspected, Jax Caldwell knew how to eat a woman out.

I came within minutes, which was a record. With Cillian, we usually needed a toy, something to help me get there. Sometimes, because I didn’t have the energy, I’d just fake it so he could get himself off, and I could take care of myself alone. I mean, no one knew my body better than me…well, except Jax, it appeared.

I screamed my orgasm.

I wasn’t a screamer. I was a quiet lovemaker. I wasn’t prim or proper, just not loud.

By the time I was coming down, Jax had wrapped his cock in a condom. He gently touched the tip of his erection to my clit, rubbing himself over the sensitive nub.

“Ah,” I moaned.

“I’m coming in, baby. You good with that?”

It was sweet how he stopped to make sure I was comfortable with what we were doing. Whoever raised Jax had done a good job. He was by far the most considerate lover I’d ever had.

He entered me slowly, eyes open, aware of one another. Usually, around this time, I closed my eyes and let my body take over, but with Jax, I couldn’t do it. He wasn’t letting me.

Once he was seated all the way in, my insides squeezing him in anticipation, stroking him, he whispered, “Is this better than the rabbit you’ve been usin’, darlin’?”

I froze. Theshitehawkwent into my room!

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