Page 17 of Accidental Blind Date
As his tongue circles mine, his jaw working to open my mouth more, it’s like he’s sucking the soul straight from my body.
I moan into his mouth as he teases and takes. It’s only a kiss and yet it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.
After my breath is gone and my body is like jelly, he pulls back. Then he releases my hands and tucks his hands up under my ass, picking me up.
“Am I getting too heavy?” I ask, another default of being married to a man who’s idea of a fun date is running the Boston Marathon.
But Jax only smirks, laughing grittily as he crosses the room. “In your dreams, baby girl.”
With that, he tosses me on the bed. I shriek as he crawls on top of me. For a moment, his lips wander, kissing my knees, my thighs, my stomach, my shoulders. None of these places are erogenous and he makes no effort to make it that way. And yet…it is easily the hottest thing a man has ever done to me.
My mind races between waves of insecurity and not caring at all and I suddenly realize, the lights are on.
“Should we…I mean…”
Jax pulls back immediately, locking his eyes on mine. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“It’s just that it’s so bright in here. Should we dim the lights or–”
He shakes his head, kissing my neck and then looking back at me, a small smirk in the corners of his lips. His eyes are back to a bright blue. “If we do that, I won’t be able to look at you.”
“You want to look at me?” I ask, then realize how stupid the question is. Joni always says confidence is more important than dress size when it comes to attracting men. I’m sure that’s easy to say when you’ve always been a size four even after having babies.
“Libby, I want todevouryou.”
I don’t know if it’s the way he says the word ‘devour’ or the fact he said my name, but I lace my hands into his hair and pull his mouth down to mine. After that, Jax undoes my bra like a pro (a move that would normally annoy me because it’s so unrealistic rom-com, though right now it’s conveniently sexy as fuck.)
My back arches up to him as he groans. “Fuck, baby girl. You are so goddamn sexy, I don’t even know where to start.”
“Start with my nipples,” I beg. “They’re sensitive…”
A smirk that sends a flock of butterflies through me crawls across his mouth. “Oh really?” Jax leans down and softly runs his tongue over one of my breasts and I moan. Then, slowly, he does it to the other. For a moment, he goes back and forth, licking harder, then soft again, then flicking my nipples with the tip of his tongue until I am writhing on the bed.
His cock grinds against me and even though we are both still wearing underwear, it’s enough to make me moan.
“Oh fuck…” I let out.
“You are soaked,” he says with a chuckle.
“I’m sorry,” I say. Another engrained response.
“Don’t be sorry. Not for that. Not for anything,” Jax grits out. I nod and he comes to his knees. Then he grabs me by both thighs and yanks my hips to his mouth. “Are these crotchless?” he asks, his hot mouth pressed to me.
“I… I don’t think so…” I answer, my brain fuzzy.
Jax grabs the lace and with one smooth jerk, tears my panties in half.
“They are now.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Who even is this man? If I am dreaming, there is no way in hell I want to wake up.
But once his tongue touches my skin, running from slit to clit and back again, I know there’s no way. Never have I ever been with a man who figured me out so fast.
“Baby girl you are fucking dripping for me,” Jax groans.
“That feels so good,” I whimper.
“Does it? What about this?” The tip of his tongue finds my clit and tortures it softly for just enough time to make the blood rush to my thighs, threatening to undo me. But then, he stops.
