Page 109 of The Last Second Chance
“Show me what it’s like to be loved.”
Emotion keen and bright lit his cool gray eyes. His hands gentled and returned to trace her jaw. “You’re the reason my heart beats,” he whispered the words against her lips, sweetly softly.
She shivered and Jax drew her closer. When his lips pressed hers, she felt a slow burn spread through her body like the glow of a sunrise. New beginnings all had a shine like this, bright and warm.
He sampled her slowly as if he had all the time in the world to explore her. Joey’s breath came in hitches. “I can’t breathe,” she whispered.
Jax released her mouth and brought his forehead to hers. His thumbs made lazy circles on the hollows of her cheeks. They swayed from side to side to the music they’d both forgotten.
“Better?” he asked, his voice a rasp.
She nodded.
He lowered to her again, gently tasting. He turned her slowly so her back was to the cool glass of the window. There, with the city behind her, he lifted the hem of her t-shirt and slid his hands under it. His palms skimmed up and her arms rose of their own accord. Free of her shirt, Joey brought her hands to Jax’s broad, shoulders as he sunk to his knees.
He rained kisses across her chest and down her belly and when his fingers dipped into the waistband of her jeans, her head fell back against the glass, hit with a thump. He worked her jeans down her legs, letting his fingertips skim the outside of her bare legs as the denim bunched at her ankles. He guided one foot at a time out of her jeans and threw them aside, before working his way back up.
His busy mouth spent a few extra seconds sampling the flesh around her simple black briefs before pressing against the exact spot that thrummed a hard beat.
Her words were gone, her voice missing. All she could do was sigh with pleasure as she felt his tongue brush flesh through cotton. Too soon, he rose higher, pausing again to nibble his way over the curves of both breasts, his tongue teasing the edge of the black lace that separated him from her.
When his hands skimmed around her back, Joey bit her lip. With a deft flick, he released her bra closure. “Slide the straps down your arms,” he ordered, and she complied without hesitation.
Her hands shook as she knocked the straps off both shoulders, let them fall to her elbows. When she dropped her hands the bra tumbled to the floor and his callused palms were there waiting to catch her breasts.
His thumbs brushed her nipples, once, twice, inciting. Another gasp tore from her lips. “Jax.” His name rose unbidden from a throat tight with emotion.
“Mine,” he said, claiming the pert tip of one breast with his mouth. Joey’s fingers dug into his shoulders. A current of lust ignited in her veins at the intimate touch. He was worshipping her body with the unhurried patience of the truly reverent.
His tongue lathed her nipple until her knees buckled. He caught her, strong hands gripping the curve of her hips. He pressed against her, bracing her against the window, and then moved his attention to her other breast.
As he licked and tasted, Joey felt the ache between her legs expand in intensity until it consumed her. When she felt his fingers skim the waistband of her underwear the pulse ratcheted up another notch. There was nothing in the world that she needed more in that moment than to be filled by him.
As if reading her thoughts, Jax hooked two fingers in the front of her briefs. He dragged them down her legs leaving her bared to him, body and soul. And then his mouth was on her where she craved him most. She widened her stance for him and he took advantage of the new angle, spreading her slick folds with one hand while bracing her against the glass with his other.
When his tongue skimmed over her pulsing core, Joey’s hips ground against him, desperate for more, deeper, faster, harder. She buried her fingers in his hair, gripping the dark waves in a tight hold.
He was brushing and stroking with the rough texture of his tongue and when he slid two fingers home, stretching up inside her, she knew that a release unlike any other was eminent. Leisurely, he lapped at her electrified nub until she anticipated each lick with the thrust of her hips.
His fingers flexed in her, brushing that sweet spot and she was lost as the ground disappeared from her feet and she hurtled into space. The orgasm robbed her of all senses, leaving her only with the shock of harsh pleasure ripping through her from her core and spiraling outward.
She began to slide down the glass inch by inch as the vibrations quaked through her. Jax waited until the last of her release dissolved before picking her up and carrying her to the bed.
“What was that?” Joey murmured into the crook of his neck.
His answer gutted her. “That was love,” he whispered.
Jax placed her on the bed as if she was the finest china.
“Come be with me,” she pleaded.
He brought her knuckles to his lips, brushed over them gently. “We have all night.”
“You have all your clothes on,” she reminded him.
He smiled so tenderly that Joey felt her heart clench in her chest.
“I can fix that,” he promised. He stood by the side of the bed, and without breaking their eye contact, pulled his shirt over his head. He tossed it carelessly behind him and Joey’s eyes hungrily took in the perfect build he revealed. Broad shoulders, a chest built for shows of strength, muscles tapering into chiseled abs and narrow hips. God, he was magnificent.
