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His voice, deep and smooth in my ear, was only slightly more mesmerizing than the way his fingers gripped my waist, as if I were his possession.
“Jaxon,” I said, wanting this so badly but knowing it couldn’t be. “The bet.”
“Screw the bet.”
“Um.” I stared up at him. Jax’s face was just inches from my own. “What does that mean, exactly?”
“It means there is no bet in Sicily. We can go back to being on opposite sides back in New York.”
“So, another pass?”
“Sure,” he said. “Another pass. For the weekend.”
It was all I needed to hear. No way I was leaving this changing room without kissing him if the bet was on pause. He must have sensed as much because Jax’s lips came crashing down on mine. His head slanted, his tongue finding mine as we shared the most passionate of kisses yet. It was like the one in the rain, except this one was not going to stop so quickly.
“Fuck,” he murmured against my mouth.
“Yes,” I said, deliberately misunderstanding. Somehow my hands worked their way between our bodies as I unbuttoned his shirt. Taking my cue, Jax grabbed the hem of my sundress and lifted it up and off my body, tossing it aside.
“Look at you. Just fucking look at you,” he said as I finally finished unbuttoning. I watched him shrug out of the shirt and explored every single nook and cranny of his Army Ranger body. His arms, his shoulders. Then down to his chest and abs.
“Your workouts must be intense.”
“Not as intense as the one I’m about to give you.”
With that warning, which sent shivers all along my arms, seemingly down to my toes, Jax reached around to untie my bikini top.
“My only regret is that there isn’t more light in here,” he said, as the top followed my sundress to the floor. When his hands covered both of my breasts, Jax’s groan and subsequent teasing of my nipples with his thumbs made me feel like mine were the first set of tits he’d ever felt.
Clearly, not the case. But fun to consider.
“I love the sounds you make,” I said as his hands explored.
“Your turn to make sounds,” Jax said, one of his hands not wasting any time and moving southward, dipping right into my bikini bottoms. Without warning, his palm cupped me as one finger slipped inside, followed closely by a second. “So wet,” he murmured. “Mmmm.”
As Jax predicted, it was my turn to make sounds.
Overachiever that he was, Jax’s fingering game was strong. I may have even stopped kissing him back for a second or two when he built me to a budding climax. Either for that reason, or some other, Jax did stop kissing me as his fingers and palm worked together in tandem. Suddenly, his other hand was over my mouth, a good thing, as I couldn’t keep it in. With his chest pressed against me and his fingers working magic beneath my bikini bottom, not to mention the very pleasurable sensation of Jax basically pinning me against the wall with one hand over my mouth and the other deep inside me...it was simply too much.
He must have known I was close. As if his hands weren’t enough, Jax leaned forward and kissed behind my ear, whispering, “I’ve wanted you to come for me since the second we first met. If only I could see your face, sunshine. But I can feel you wet beneath my fingers. Make them even wetter.”
So. Damn. Close.
“Mmmm, wish I could remove my hand and hear what you have to say, but can’t take the chance of someone hearing you scream.”
I came apart in his hands at that, pulsing around him. Squeezing his shoulders with my fingertips and screaming against his hand, only a muffled sound escaping. Wave after wave took me until I finally returned to earth. Sensing as much, Jax removed his hand and kissed me so thoroughly, his fingers still deep inside me, that I wanted to melt to the floor.
But I had other plans. Ones that did include the concrete floor, which my knees would not thank me for later. But no way was I getting off like that without paying it forward, mostly because I wanted Jax to know what he’d be missing after this weekend when his pause button was unpressed once again, and we were back to being at odds with one another.
“Natalie. What are you doing?”
“You know exactly what I’m doing,” I said as I pulled his hand from my bikini. “I’m going to suck you dry, Mr. Army Ranger, because I know you’ve thought of this.”
“Fuck,” he murmured as I got into position. “I have, many times.” The floor wasn’t the most comfortable on my poor knees, but I wasn’t worried. This wouldn’t take long. He was hard as a rock, more than a little primed, and as my hands wrapped around the base of him, I only wished I could see his face.
There was an ongoing joke among the girls about my dislike for giving blow jobs. The fact that I’d willingly gone down on my knees and taken Jax into my mouth, was actually enjoying this...they’d never believe it. But to hear a man like him, one who’d done the things he had, groan that way...
It encouraged me. Made me want to please him.
