Page 69 of Kiss Marry Kill
“Fuck, Megan.” He pressed his lips against hers, smothering his groan. “You’re so sexy.”
His hand skimmed up her thighs and to her sides and under her shirt to her bare breast.
* * *
This was not his first time, not by far, but this was the first time his hand had shaken and his heart pounded in his chest. His thumb rubbed the space right under her breast, feeling its weight, and then up to her nipple. “Oh . . .” she moaned, as he pinched and squeezed.
“Is this okay?” he asked, hoping—praying—it was okay because he wanted to do it again . . . over and over. Her reactions were some of the most erotic images he’d ever seen.
She nodded into his neck. Over her shirt, he brought his mouth to her nipple, his eyes moving up to meet hers. She was riding him, the only thing between them was white cotton and his thin gym shorts, and when his teeth bit gently down her eyes closed and she couldn’t have looked more beautiful. Thick long brown hair falling over her shoulder, wildly, her cheeks pink with heat. He had a hard time looking away.
His hand started moving lower and lower, his mouth still sucking and nipping her nipple through the shirt. When he found the waistband of her panties he looked up at her for a moment, her eyes now wide open watching him. Silently she gave him the okay to continue, and he went for it. Slowly, passing a small patch of hair and then finding bare smooth skin. “Is this okay?”
She nodded.
He cupped her pussy before rubbing up and down but in this position he couldn’t do all the things he wanted so he stood, holding her up before flipping her around so she was on her back and he was above her. Then his hand went back to what he was doing, slipping under her panties and into her soft wet folds.
Using his thumb to rub her clit, he returned to fondling her nipples over her shirt. Her arm clung to his shoulder and he went a little lower until he slid a finger inside. If he hadn’t been on top she’d have fallen off the couch with the way she thrashed underneath him. With his fingers inside and his thumb rubbing her clit, he stared down at her closed eyes, enjoying the way she moved and wiggled, begged and panted. Eyes shut tight and knitted together, her puffy pink lips parted, he couldn’t stop staring at how sexy she looked. It made him feel ten feet tall knowing he was making her frenzied. He was giving her pleasure, causing her walls to contract, her pussy to become wetter, and her whole body to shudder as she came undone with a loud scream, all with just a finger and a flick of his thumb.
Almost immediately she reached down for him, her eyes still shut, but he stopped her. He was in pain—almost dire—but she looked so sated. Today would be about her, as uncomfortable as he was. He shifted, turning her to her side, and squished together on the sofa they fell asleep.
* * *
It was early the next morning when Megan woke. The light was peeking in from the sliding doors that led to the back of the house. Jax had been holding her tightly against his chest and snoring lightly by her ear. Last night had been . . . earth-shattering, but in the light of day, Megan felt guilty for not reciprocating at all. Who knew she could be so selfish with her orgasms? Careful not to wake him, she reluctantly left the warmth of Jax’s arms and went to the bathroom before starting a pot of coffee.
“Good morning,” Jax said, walking in, stretching, his hand up in the air, causing his shorts to drop a little. Her curious eyes dropped low, honing in on the way his muscles formed that delicious vee on his hips. She shook her head and handed him a cup of coffee. “So, I think we should tackle lawn and bike today. And what exactly is bike?”
Pulling her close and kissing her temple, Jax sat on the counter. “Bike just means I need to remember to store my motorcycle in Joey’s parents’ garage. But I made plans last night while you were in the shower, so those things will have to wait.”
“The whole point of why I’m here is to help you.”
“Not the whole point, and you know that,” he said. “Let’s go to the Pit for lunch. It’s by the Everglades, and then I have another surprise.”
“I don’t know if I can handle any more surprises,” she said, leaning against the kitchen counter.
He kissed her quickly on the lips. “I’m sure you’ll handle it just fine.” He winked and then headed for the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later Megan was straddling his bike, her arms wrapped around him, and twenty minutes after that they were parked by a small barbecue shack in the middle of nowhere. “Can’t believe you’ve never been to the Pit.”
Megan looked around and it was packed full of people. “Never even heard of it,” she admitted, handing him the helmet and not even bothering to tame her crazy hair. There was an eighties ballad playing in the background, and as they waited for the food, she hummed.
“I want to hear you sing.”
“Nope.”
He shook his head. “I’m going to get you to sing at some point.” He leaned in. “In fact, your whole body sang for me last night.”
Her cheeks flushed red and he chuckled.
“About last night,” she began. “I fell asleep before . . .”
“No worries.”
“I’m not worried.” She smiled. “But I kind of want to . . . you know.”
Looking amused, he put his elbows on the table, his chin on his palm and said, “Nope. I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”
Taking a sip of her soda, she chuckled. “Stop. You know what I’m trying to say.”
