Page 94 of The Vigilante's Lover
He watches me a moment. “There will be time for that, for ropes.”His fingers pluck at the first button on my pajamas. “Tonight is for discovery.”
The air is cool on my skin as he works his way down, the flannel top falling open as he goes. He’s seen me so many times. I don’t feel any shyness as he slips the fabric across my breasts and exposes them to his gaze.
My nipples tighten in the chill. One of his hands cups a breast, his thumb teasing the tip. He lowers his face to mine again, his mouth hot and insistent. I relax against the mattress, my tongue tentatively searching for his. All the emotions swirl together. Nervousness. Excitement. Urgency.
Jax braces on an elbow over me and lowers his body onto mine. He is solid and muscled. The weight is welcome, and all on their own, my knees come up around him on either side.
He sucks in a breath and trails his mouth down my neck, across my collarbone, and up the rise of a breast. When he captures a nipple, my body responds wildly, arching up to him. Now I’m swamped with one singular feeling — need.
I know what happens between couples. I wrote about it to Jax in our letters. Now he’s here, and I’m frustrated by the clothes, caught in the demands of my body.
Jax understands my sudden desperation and feeds it by yanking the shirt off my shoulders. He lifts me and the pajama top is gone, hitting the floor next to the bed. The onyx ring, loose on my finger, comes off and goes with it, but I let it go.
I feel bold and reach for his waist, tugging his crisp shirt from his belt. Then it is my turn with the buttons, my fingers fumbling as Jax makes his way across my shoulder and into my neck with his mouth.
We’re going to do this. I’m going to do this.My brain is still processing where we are, what is happening. I don’t know if Jax will like it, or if he’ll ever want me again after he gets it, but I decide then and there that I don’t care. One night with him is worth the grief that might follow. I’ll take it.
I’ll try to be worth the trouble I’ve caused him.
His shirt opens and I run my hands up the solid plank of his abs and to his taut chest. I can’t take his shirt off while he’s braced on his elbows, but his mouth is back down low and my mind goes blank as he takes a nipple in his mouth and draws it deeply in.
One of his hands moves to my waist, and my nerves do a small jangle in my head when a finger slips inside the elastic band of my pajamas. I’m on fire, the urgency licking at me, but I don’t know what to expect or when it will hurt. He touched me before, and it was fine. But this time it will go so much further.
Jax must feel my subtle shift into tension because he lifts his head. “I’ll be careful,” he says.
I want to weep, washed over with tenderness and something else, something touching and warm, tingly in a different way from what I feel when he touches me.
But he eases the soft pants over my hips and the fire takes over again. He gives a little growl and shifts his weight. My legs go flat down on the bed again as he moves off me enough to yank my pants to my knees in one swift jerk.
The oversized shoes I stole from Klaus kick off easily. Jax leans over me, his hands moving across my belly. I wish I had the red thong again, or something pretty, but I’m back to my plain white underwear.
“I’m beginning to really like this look,” Jax says, his thumbs slipping inside the elastic of the legs.
I can barely breathe again, waiting for him to touch me where I want him to go.
“Are you cold?” he asks.
I shake my head no. I don’t trust my voice now.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. His hand travels up from my hip, over my ribs, along the swell of a breast and back up to my jaw. “I could look at this all night.”
His mouth meets mine again, and this kiss is careful, measured,under tight control. I start to feel that he wants to unleash, but he’s holding back, for my sake.
I’m grateful. Everything is so full of sensation, so overwhelming, that I have to work through each part on its own.
His chest is on mine now, skin to skin, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him against me. I’ve never touched so much of another person or had so much contact.
Jax shifts over again, letting his hand trail down my body. I know where he’s going this time, and my hips thrust upward to meet him. He touches me outside the panties, and my legs part without my telling them to. His fingers slide up along the folds and press hard against the nub.
Even through the cotton fabric, his touch sends sensations spiraling through me, pleasure, need, desire. I clutch at his strong arm and let myself fall into it, as though there is some vast collection of stars I will hurtle through.
Jax slips a finger inside the panties and my entire body responds. I suck in air against his mouth. It’s even more intense than in the barn, without the distraction of the task of untying the knots and the rough hay beneath us.
Something begins to build, and I can’t think of anything else but this tight intense feeling brought out by his touch. My hips begin to roll all on their own, working with his movements.
Jax fights the panties a moment more, then rips them down with an impatient growl. His mouth leaves mine and he kneels over me, spreading my knees. He looks like a warrior, muscled and tense, his eyes dark gray.
Then he leans and his lips meet my belly, leaving a damp trail as he moves down. When his mouth finds its destination, my hips lurch up to him. I can’t breathe again, caught in the rapture of his attention, suckling the nub, then his tongue spearing into my body.
