Page 20 of The Devil in Blue Jeans
She brought her mouth close to his, inhaling the earthy scent of him, feeling the hardness between her legs. “I want to forget Marcel’s touch.”
“I could help with that.” He grinned teasingly and nuzzled into her neck before speaking in her ear. “Let me remind you that you said you were on your period...not that I’m opposed...”
Her lower lip quivered as she stifled a smile. “I might have misled you on that part...”
He chuckled, low and deep, and planted a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth and stared into her eyes. “I want more craft beer. Not only one brand, but at least five, and I give you the names.”
So that’s what earned her scowls? She didn’t choose the right brands and she didn’t offer enough options. Part of her wanted to recoil that she got this so wrong and didn’t consider how much the locals loved their town as it was. But the other part of her cut herself a break. She grew up in big cities. People were more open to change there.
All she knew now was she wanted to make everyone happy that came through the bar’s doors. She wanted to belong to Timber Falls too. “Deal.”
A sultry smile played at the corners of his mouth before he molded his lips to hers with searing intensity. Jaxon’s kiss was unlike any other she’d experienced before. It was soft and tender yet hard and passionate, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
Electricity coursed through her body as she clutched the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He helped her take it off and then did the same with her blouse and bra. The breeze brushed across her and she wasn’t thinking about anything except how amazing his touch was as his hands cupped her breasts. She moaned and threw her head back, tangling her fingers into his hair while his tongue teased one tight peak and then the next, sending sparks of pleasure all the way down to her toes.
Until she couldn’t handle how incredible he felt beneath her hands. She needed to touch him, over every inch of his tight body and rock-hard muscles.
She broke away, scooting further down his legs and reached for his belt. His skin was perfection—smooth, tanned flesh stretched over his honed physique. And with each article of clothing removed, it made her want to lick and kiss him all over again. As if in response to the need inside her, his thick erection hardened even more between her fingers as it sprang free from his pants. She ached in anticipation, her inner walls clenching at the very thought of him stretching her fully, filling her until they both reached completion.
In her hesitation, he fisted himself while staring at her expectantly, almost daringly...a primal challenge in his gaze that heated the blood pooling low in her belly. Her breath stalled in her lungs as she watched him stroke himself. She was sure she had never seen anything sexier until she lifted her eyes to his and caught the intensity burning there.
He lifted an eyebrow at her, giving her a wicked smile. “Pretty sure this is what you wanted, Charly?”
She held his stare, accepting the challenge. “You’re right. I did want that.” She bit her lip as she slid her hands down his toned body. With one hand splayed across his hard abs, she wrapped her other around his erection and took over the long, slow strokes. That’s when he closed the gap between them and kissed her hungrily. He tasted of hot pleasure and sweet satisfaction.
Soon enough, though, his lips weren’t enough to satisfy her need and she started kissing her way down his body, exploring every ripple with rapt attention until she reached the V of his waistline. His low groan sent a thrill through her, but it was her own hiss that propelled her forward as she took him into her mouth.
She pulled back, the first salty taste of him still on her tongue. Wanting to drive him wild, she ran her hands along his body as she twirled, stroked, licked and teased him until his moans quickened and his muscles tensed.
Strength flooded through her. She’d felt so out of control lately, but not now. Now she had the power. She had this strong cowboy at her fingertips...and she relished the way he was at her mercy.
She continued, working her mouth and hand together, earning deep grunts.
Until he cursed under his breath and lifted her from him, before his urgent and passionate kisses consumed her. Planting an arm around her waist, he flipped their positions, sliding her beneath him. In a flurry of movements, he had her skirt and panties off.
Kneeling between her legs, he stared at her sex wet with arousal with an intensity that had her heart pounding. His gaze then moved up her body until their eyes met. “How are you this fucking perfect?” he asked gently in awe.
She felt all the truth in those words and squirmed under his potent stare. Rather than ravishing her, however, he caressed her from stomach to breasts to neck as if trying to prove she was real.
With a throaty groan, his mouth found hers again and this time the kiss was soft and gentle, yet still full of fire. From her neck down to her ear, he licked and nipped sweet promises of pleasure. When he reached her ear, he whispered, “I’m going to make this sweet body shake.”
Her eyes fluttered as he trailed kisses down her body...slowly...until he was between her legs. She trembled as he licked her inner thigh and she let out a gasp before that sound was stolen away as his tongue moved over her clit.
Nothing about his movements was rushed; each one seemed strategically planned to make her moan louder.
She squirmed, thrusting her hands into his hair. “Please... Jaxon.”
His low chuckle vibrated against her skin before he brought her clit between his teeth. Then he sucked. She nearly jumped off the blanket when he pinned her with one arm. She thrashed, lost to the pleasure, as he followed through on his promise.
She shook helplessly until she soared into her orgasm.
When the fog lifted from her mind, she realized he held on to one hip possessively. She heard his deep grunts and forced herself to open her eyes, discovering him kneeling between her thighs. He stared down at her like she was his gift. She raised her hand to caress his thigh, as he stroked himself, pleasure tightening every muscle in his body.
With a deep groan, he tossed his head back, pushed forward and quivered through his climax onto her stomach.
She felt lost to the satisfaction simmering through her as he took one of the napkins and cleaned off her stomach. Her mind felt quiet in a way it hadn’t been in so long when he gathered her close to his chest. Until his finishing sent confusion racing through her mind. “No sex?” she asked.
He pressed a soft kiss to her neck, a solid wall of muscle behind her. “I’m giving you no ammunition to think that sex is all I want from you.”
