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I buried my face in his warm flesh and shook my head. "I know that intellectually. It's just…once someone is down there, my brain goes all stupid and—and self-conscious, and…" I shrugged. "It's dumb."

"It's not dumb—it’s you. And you're perfect just the way you are." He made me look at him. "There's no pressure. Okay? When I can, we'll try it. If it's more frustration or whatever than it's worth to you, no problem. I just want to make you feel good, Tea." He tapped me on the forehead, and then the center of my chest, and then his hand slid down and very, very gently cupped my sex over my underwear. "Here, and here, and here."

"I like how that sounds. I want it all with you, Jax."

He rumbled a happy sound in his chest, pulled me closer so I had to wriggle and shift a thigh over his. But then, once I was there, he rolled to his side, dumping me onto my back. He grunted softly at the movement, and I could tell it hurt. He touched my lips. "I'm fine. I'm fine like this. Moving hurts, but staying like this doesn't."

"Jax," I started.

He cupped my breast, roamed my belly, and then traced his middle finger up my seam, over my underwear. "I just realized something, honey."

"Wha—what's that?" I asked.

The simple, soft slide of his finger over me, even through the layer of fabric, had my blood heated and pounding through me and pulsing at my center, had my sex dripping and aching.

"My fingers work just fine."

Chapter 13

Jax

Lying on my side like this, injured side facing up, was brutally fucking painful. I wasn't about to tell Tea that, though. She'd make me stop.

Fuck that.

I just came harder than I ever have in my life—combined. Harder, longer, and more intensely. I was still shaky from it.

I'd be damned and double-damned if I was going to let a little pain stop me from giving my girl an orgasm, somehow. Even just my fingers. Because I knew my limits, and I could tolerate this for a while, but all the moving around and the position that going down on her would require would just be too much. I'd ask her to sit on my face, but if she had a mental hang-up about receiving oral, then there was no way she’d be able to do that without being self-conscious.

I had a feeling she was the type of woman who put everyone else around her first, the type to give and give and give and rarely even think about herself. Which means being "selfish" enough to let me take care of her like that would be…tricky. I was willing to be patient, to show her in other ways that not only was I willing to take care of her—in that way, and others—I wanted to.

It would begin like this.

I hooked my arm under her neck so my bicep pillowed her head, and I leaned over her, and I kissed her. Slowly, deeply. I took my time with the kiss, building it up and then slowing it down, building it up and then slowing it down until she was panting and looking up at me, dazed.

"God, Jax. Who taught you how to kiss like that?" she breathed.

I shrugged, grinning down at her. “Ehhh, you know, you pick up a few things, here and there." I nuzzled her chin with my nose. "Problem with kissing you is that once I start, I don't want to stop."

"Funny," she whispered. "Same."

So I kissed her again, and I let myself get lost in it. As we kissed, mouths shifting and moving, tongues tangling and retreating, I explored her body with my free hand. I traced the outlines of her plump, firm little tits—which honestly weren't all that small, especially on a woman of her stature, build, and body fat percentage. They were just fucking right. To me, at least. I couldn't wait to be well enough that I could get her naked in my bed and spend all the time I wanted worshipping her sexy, perfect body, from the crown of her head to the soles of her dainty, adorable little feet. I wanted—needed—to spend at least an hour with my face between her thighs, discovering all the ways to make her scream, and cry, and shudder.

For now, this would have to do, and it was fucking glorious. She was fucking glorious.

I broke the kiss and gazed down at her, locking eyes and holding. I teased my fingertips lightly around her breasts, and then flicked her nipples until her breath caught, and then I danced and trailed and teased my fingers over her belly until I came to the waist of her bright red panties.

She caught the corner of her lower lip in her teeth, held my gaze. "Yes, please, Jax."

I grinned. "Yeah?"

She nodded. "Mmm." She swallowed hard. "Yes. Please. I…I want you to touch me. There."

"Say where, Sexy."

She blushed scarlet, her cheeks almost the same color as her panties. "Jax." It came out almost a scold.

"Say where," I repeated, once more tracing my finger over her seam, over the material; it hadn't escaped my notice how damp and hot the material was.