by Skye Jordan
He groaned. The sound lit a match between her legs. He fisted the hand in her hair and moved his mouth to her neck, suckling. She echoed his moan.
“You taste even better than I imagined. Can I feel you, Lexi? Can I feel you everywhere so I can create you in my mind?”
“Yes.”
His hands closed on her waist. Heat shot both directions, into her sex and her breasts. His hands slid up her sides, creeping under her halter, and the rough skin on his fingertips scraped gently. Gooseflesh rose beneath his hands. His hands slid around front, covering her entire belly, long fingers stretching low between her hipbones.
“Mmmm,” he hummed in approval.
Lexi started to turn, ravenous for his mouth. For his body to be pressed fully up against hers. But Jax had a firm hold on her. “I’m still checking you out, sweetheart. It takes longer without light.”
His hands moved over her hipbones and down the front of her thighs, avoiding her throbbing sex but bringing his chest low and against her back. She turned her head, kissed his cheek. His temple.
“Jax…” Then he found the hem of her skirt; his hands slid over the skin of her thighs. “Yes…”
But, again, his hands traveled around to her hips, then back to her thighs, and higher, grasping the cheeks of her ass firmly enough to make Lexi gasp.
“Goddamn, Lexi,” he growled as his forehead pressed against her temple. “It’s a good thing I didn’t see you in the airport. We might have missed the plane.”
She laughed, hardly more than a soft puff of air. Then he leaned in until his body pressed the length of hers. One long, lean wall of muscle and heat. Finally.
Her fingers curled into her palms, and she groaned, the pleasure rocketing through every part of her body. “Oh, so perfect.”
But it got better. He added pressure with his hips and a thick, hard rod of heat sank into the low curve of her spine. Lexi groaned. He bent his knees until he’d wedged the line of his erection snugly between the cheeks of her ass and released a long, deep growl Lexi felt all the way to her core.
“Now that is perfection,” he said, his voice husky. “I’ve got one more measurement to check…”
His hands slipped up her sides, around her ribs and, with the confidence of a man who’d handled a lot of women in his life, took her breasts in his palms. Her skin tightened as Jax cupped and squeezed and molded. His hips matched the nearly unconscious movements Lexi made to rub her ass against his cock. And when his fingers closed on her nipples, Lexi whimpered.
Her hand fisted his hair. Her head dropped forward, eyes closed, lips parted. A noise came from her throat, but she couldn’t describe it. She was too dizzy with lust. She was glad the lights were off. She didn’t have to blush with mortification at her intense need.
He lowered his mouth to her ear. “Not one of your measurements was true.”
She tightened the hand around her phone. “You sure didn’t fudge on yours.” God, she needed him inside her so badly she was trembling. “But I still feel the need to…verify.”
“You’ll get your chance, baby, no worries there. But I don’t have time to fuck you properly right now, and there is no way in the fiery pits of hell I’m going to rush a goddamned thing with a catch like you.”
He had to be joking. His cock was a damn rod of burning steel. “Jax—”
“Tell me why you lied, Lexi.”
He released one of her breasts, his hand sliding down her abdomen. The touch of his fingers on her skin was electric. They slipped beneath the band of her skirt, and Lexi’s breath caught. Muscles tightened with nerves and need. But he didn’t touch her where she wanted him to touch her. He took the edge of her panties between two fingers and just slid the satin back and forth. Back and forth. Until she thought she’d go mad…waiting, wanting.
She turned her head, her lips brushing the rough stubble on his jaw, and whispered, “Touch me.”
“I wouldn’t want to distract you from your answer. Truth, Lexi.”
She groaned. “The truth is that men are attracted to me for my…body.”
She almost said looks, but amended at the last minute. She wasn’t ready to turn on the lights and give up everything. Wasn’t ready to look this stranger in the eye and confront her reckless behavior.
“You’re a handsome man, Jax…” She couldn’t get a full sentence out without panting. “And in your business, you can’t tell me…you don’t know what it’s like to be seen only for what’s on the outside. Maybe, as a guy, it’s no big deal…but as a woman, it’s frustrating. And sometimes even scary.
“We had such a good thing going with the texts…I didn’t want that to change. It was nice to feel attractive before you knew my body.”
“Sweet,” he murmured. His hips pressed against her backside. His erection, so wickedly erotic, so deliciously hot and thick, made her body crave in a way she’d forgotten she could. Her sex softened. Opened. Ached.
Lexi arched into one of his slow rocks forward, pressing the indention between the cheeks of her ass against his jeans-covered cock. Jax dropped his chin to her shoulder and breathed out hard, growling through his teeth. His other hand released the band of her panties and slid across her stomach, a hot, solid weight.
“I’m going to ease your ache, Lexi.” He bit her earlobe gently. Soothed the spot with his lips. “But I don’t have a lot of time, so tell me what kind of release you want. Hard and fast? Fast and deep?”
She didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to talk. Sure as hell didn’t want to tell him what to do. Besides, she couldn’t think straight. She was floating. Drifting in an electric storm cloud.
“What’s the difference?”
Jax’s hand stopped moving along her belly.
Lexi rose from her heavenly void, wondering if she’d done something wrong. “What?”
“Does that mean you don’t care? Or were you asking?”
Growing frustrated, she leaned her head back, stretched to press her mouth to his neck. His skin was hot, and, oh, he tasted good. Clean. Male. “Aren’t they all the same? I’m dying here.”
A low, rough laugh rumbled in his throat and shivered beneath Lexi’s lips. He pressed a hand to her jaw and lifted her face to cover her mouth with his. And, oh, his lips were full and warm. He used them to savor hers, sucking and sliding. His tongue eased into her mouth in slow circles. By the time it met hers in long, erotic, sexual strokes, Lexi was breathless.
“Hold still,” he whispered, tightening an arm around her waist. “I’m going to give you hard and fast to relieve you. We’ve got all night to explore the many different kinds of orgasms that exist. And no, baby, they’re not all the same.”
He lowered his mouth to the base of her neck and pulled her into his body until she felt every beat of his heart against her shoulder blade. The hand at her stomach slid beneath the waistband of her panties, and Lexi tried to wiggle into his touch but couldn’t. Then he eased the need by pushing his hand low. She gasped in surprise and excitement. At the feel of having a man’s hand between her legs. A real man. The kind of man who made her hot and wet and needy. The kind of man who wasn’t afraid to take charge or give real pleasure.
The kind of man who could bring her entire business down around her knees.
She covered his hand with hers. His wrist was thick, his forearm muscled. His intense strength suddenly, overwhelmingly evident. A shot of excited lust burned through her body.
“You like it?” he asked, voice rough. “Or you want me to stop?”
“Love it.” Lexi’s eyes closed. Head fell forward. She swallowed. The only thing keeping her from pushing his hand between her legs and using it to cut this wild need was her own mortification of doing so. “More. Please.”
Instead of giving her more, Jax turned his hand over, took hers, and guided it back to the door handle. “Hold on, baby. You’re gonna need it.”
One of his feet pushed between her high heels and eased one of her feet to the side. His hand slid into the heat
between her legs, and Lexi’s whole body exploded with the electric excitement of his touch. Her hips pushed forward. A moan rolled out of her throat.
“Easy, baby,” Jax whispered, his touch too light for Lexi’s needs. She pushed harder against his hand, and he pulled back. “You’ll get what you need. I promise.”
She whimpered in disappointment.
Jax nudged her other foot to the side and pushed his big hand deeper between her legs.
“Yeeees.” She pressed both hands against the door and pushed back against him, but his body was a wall of rock. He didn’t move.
“Hold still, beautiful.” His tone was a blend of dark and naughty. “This one’s on me. You can help next time.”
With his hot palm heavy over her sex, he stroked her outer lips with those big, strong fingers. Hot, heavy strokes.
“Perfect. So wet.” With a growl, his teeth sank into the curve between her neck and shoulder.
One thick, hot finger pressed past her folds and dipped inside. The touch of a stranger. A sexy, unknown man who was going to do nothing but fuck her. The reality thrilled Lexi to ridiculous levels. If she had time to think about it, all her fear would have washed back in. But Jax didn’t give her time to think. His chest pressed against her shoulders as he pushed deeper, his mouth on the side of her neck, a growl of pleasure vibrating in his throat.
He did something inside her when he pulled out that created a delicious pressure. Lexi arched, wrapped one arm up and around his neck again, holding him tight. “Jax, not enough,” she whispered, panting. “Fuck me.”
“No way.” He scraped his teeth across her shoulder, and when he moved inside her again, it was with two fingers, sizzling friction along her walls and a new sensation of delicious fullness. “When I fuck you, baby, it’s going to be for hours.”
She’d heard that before. But it had never happened. Given the men she’d been with, she was glad. This time…this time she both believed he’d follow through and that she’d be glad he did. But she wasn’t thrilled she’d have to wait.
He pulled out of her, dragging two fingers back and forth until his thick fingertips were seated deep within her folds on either side of her clit. His touch was confident, featherlight, and shot zings of excitement to her core.
“This is what I want,” he murmured, his voice low and hungry.
A streak of unease flared. Lexi wasn’t into pain. And the combination of her need and his very specific attentions on her most vulnerable nerve center made her tense.
“Jax—”
Her concerns never made it out of her mouth. His fingers tightened at the base of her clit, and Lexi’s throat convulsed. Her brain whited out in a neon snowstorm. Liquid fire burned through her pelvis, melted down her legs. Lexi struggled for air. Her fingers had fused to the door handle.
When Jax’s touch eased, the extreme pleasure faded into something deeper and more widespread, something that made Lexi want to ride his hand. But she was afraid to move, not prepared for another electric shock of ecstasy. Her muscles went soft, and she let her head fall against the door.
“Holy. Fuck.” She breathed the words on a whisper.
“Mmm,” was all Jax had to say as he wet his fingers inside her again, making slow, luscious circles at her opening before turning back to the very delicate art of blowing her mind with nothing more than the pinpoint-fine movements of two fingers.
“This is where the ride starts, Lex,” he whispered in her ear, a dark thrill in his voice. “In this little bundle of nerves. Don’t pump into my hand, baby, or this won’t feel as good as it could.”
The arm at her waist tightened again, drawing her back snug against him, trapping her. Making sure she didn’t have a choice to move or not. Lexi fought the thread of her personality that automatically needed to take back that sliver of control, because the rest of her reveled in letting him have it.
Then he made her forget all about control with the slightest movement of his fingers—gentle slides, tender tugs, slight pulses tantalizing this place hidden deep in her sex. Something that had always been there, but no other man, not even long-time lovers, had ever found. Something even Lexi had never explored. Yet, something a sexy stranger used to drive her to the moon within fifteen minutes of touching her.
He chuckled in her ear, dragging her down from the stratosphere and shooting tingles along her skin.
“God, I love the sounds you make,” he murmured, adjusting the angle of his arm and pushing deeper between her legs. His fingers squeezed just a tiny bit more, and Lexi lost herself on the very edge of orgasm. But Jax immediately eased his touch. “No, not yet. Hearing you ache for it turns me on.”
She hadn’t realized she’d been making sounds. Lexi was so out of her mind with the sensations tightening her body, she was oblivious. Orgasm was close. It loomed bright, sparkling, and phantasmic. And she wanted it. Bad.
“Jax.” She dropped her head back on his shoulder. “Can’t do this… Need more…”
“I know.” He dotted a trail of kisses over her cheek, her eyelid, her temple. “But you feel so good.”
Her mind wasn’t working. She couldn’t understand what he was trying to say. And he was moving again, his fingers searching until Lexi gritted her teeth and groaned. But the moment he’d found his mark, fireworks of pleasure shot through Lexi’s body. She dropped the hand around his neck to his forearm, digging her nails into his thick muscles.
He released his hold on her waist, added a magic amount of pressure to her clit, and murmured, “Rock yourself to heaven, baby.”
Lexi couldn’t have held still even if she’d tried. Her hips lunged and rolled automatically, easily syncing with Jax’s slight movement. She braced herself with one hand flat on the door, the other on Jax’s arm.
The orgasm built from her center out, rolling through her pelvis, filling her belly. Rose through her chest and swelled in her throat until it tingled on the back of her tongue. “Oh, fuck…”
“Hard and fast, Lex.” His voice was dark in her ear. His body wrapped around her. His hand drove her. And one of the last sensations that floated through Lexi’s mind was one of being completely taken over. Yet safe. Cared for.
The slightest change in his touch released a lightning-bolt orgasm, and the shaft of pleasure ripped through Lexi. She lost control of her body. Her muscles contracted, released, flexed. Sensation flooded her brain, wiping out all thought.
“That’s it.” Jax’s murmur slipped in and mixed with all the excitement, his voice thick, darkly sexual. “Yeah. Soak it up, Lexi.”
Her hand slipped off Jax’s arm, and she fell forward. But she didn’t go anywhere. Jax held her too tight to allow her to fall. But she groped for the door handle, the strength in her legs gone. Uncontrollable shivers racked her body. Cries and moans of delirium drifted from her throat.
Her mouth moved. Formed words. But nothing made sense. The words didn’t even sound like much to her own ears. She wanted to tell him how good she felt. How amazing he was. But it all came out as jumbled murmurs and whimpers of pleasure.
The orgasm’s intensity dimmed, but delicious aftershocks still occasionally shuddered through her body.
“I don’t have to see you,” he said, his own breaths fast now, “to know how fucking beautiful you are.”
That sharpened her mind. A little. But Jax kept his hand between her legs, still and steady, almost as if he was holding the delicious feelings in. And they seemed to obey. Floating deep inside, easing her down from the peak gently, in decadent increments.
His head lay on her shoulder, his breath hot on her neck. “You’re amazing.”
Oh, God no. He had that backward. But Lexi basked in his praise. No one had said that to her—regarding sex—in…what felt like forever. She had the urge to reach up and rake her fingers through his hair. Turn her head and kiss every inch of his face. But she couldn’t move.
“God damn, Jax,” Lexi finally whispered. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”
Nine
Jax’s brain kept trying to slip out from under his control. And if that happened, he’d never get to work. Which, at this nearly perfect moment, wasn’t a hell of a lot of incentive to keep his mind corralled from the thought of throwing Lexi down on the couch, spreading her legs, and showing her just how much harder he could make her come. It would be easier now. The first orgasm was the hardest to get. Everything after that—cake.
And he would get downright pissed off if he thought too long about all he was missing by walking out on her now.
“Fucking jobs,” he muttered. “Mess up everything.”
Lexi was tight. Hot. Dripping wet. So responsive to his every touch he’d be able to shoot the woman to the moon.
Tonight she wouldn’t be begging him to make her come.
Tonight she would be begging him to stop because she couldn’t take it anymore.
That was if he could last. He’d never had a problem before, but… He wasn’t sure if it was the darkness, the whole stranger thing, or the little surprises she kept throwing at him, but he was having a hell of a time holding back.
“Aren’t they all the same?”
Jax smiled, pretty sure Lexi was convinced not all orgasms were the same now.
She was so goddamned sweet she made him ache. And he had a whole new appreciation for Wes. Jax might even have a basic understanding about the elusive formula Wes swore by: cute plus sweet equaled great sex and happiness.
God, he wanted to take her to bed and spend the day there with her. But it would cost the production company tens of thousands in wasted filming costs, Renegades thousands in income, and a ping to Jax’s stellar reputation as the most dependable stunt guy in the business.
That was a pretty damned expensive day of sex.
