“Jax.” It was too much. Too damn much. It was crazy, amazing, blistering pleasure. “Jax. Jax.”

He thrust into her, hummed, and rubbed his face against her pussy. The friction sent her skyward, and she splintered. Pleasure knifed through every part of her body, filling, overflowing, then bursting.

Thirteen

Jax had been with a lot of women, but he’d never tasted pleasure this sweet. Every woman had a unique flavor, like they had a unique scent, and he could drink Lexi all night long. Her juices had a delicate sweetness, musky undertones, and a slight tangy edge that made him want to create more. Her aftertaste was spicy. A lot like he imagined temptation would taste.

He pulled his mouth from her pussy, and she shuddered. Her chest rose and fell with quick, heavy breaths, and she rested her head back against the wall. Her thigh rested fully in his hand, and he liked the feel of her relaxed and languid against him. Wanted her entire body lying on top of him like that.

But only after he’d finally fucked her.

Jax kissed his way up her body, caught her lazy mouth, and wrapped his arms around her. He lifted her and carried her to the sofa, where he lowered her to her feet again.

“Turn around for me,” he whispered in her ear. She didn’t question, didn’t hesitate. She turned her back to him, leaned into his body, and wrapped an arm up and around his neck. The move arched her back and pushed her ass into his swollen cock. Jax gripped her waist. “You’re so sexy, Lex. Kneel on the sofa.”

She reached out and braced her hands on the back of the sofa, leaning over the cushions. Jax released her and pulled a condom from his wallet. Then pushed his jeans and underwear over his hips, let them fall down his thighs on their own, then kicked them off. Lexi looked over her shoulder, and Jax wished he could have seen her expression. He was sure it would have been a come-and-get-it look.

“I’ll be able to get deeper if you kneel,” he said, keeping his voice soft.

She made a delicious sound of desire and knelt.

He was so hard he hurt. His cock was thick and heavy, bowing away from his belly. He opened the condom and rolled it on.

“Take your hair down,” he said.

She pulled something from her messy bun and shook her hair out. It fell down her back in soft shadows.

“Spread your knees,” was his last direction.

When she had, Jax stepped forward. He combed his fingers through her hair. Pushed his jacket up her back, uncovering the luscious lines of her body—the taper of her waist, the flair of her hips, that perfectly rounded ass. Trailed his fingers down her back, hips, ass, backs of her thighs. Slid them back up her inner thighs. Lexi arched her back on a plea from her throat. Jax guided his cock along her opening. Once he was licked warm and wet by her pussy, he pressed the head of his cock inside her.

“Oh…” Lexi’s head dropped forward. “God.”

Her voice dripped with pleasure and hiked the urgency pulsing in Jax’s blood. He’d thought this position would help him stay in control long enough to get her off one more time before he took her the way he really wanted—intimately. He ached to kiss her while he pushed into her. Longed to look into her eyes and talk to her while they drove each other toward the peak. But, he realized, there wasn’t any way he could take her without making himself crazy trying to hold back.

Lexi pushed against the sofa, and her body eased closer to Jax, forcing his cock deeper. Pleasure gripped him. He closed his eyes and dug his fingers into her hips. “Ah, Lex. Fuck you’re tight.”

She eased forward, pulling him out, then pushed against him again, taking him deeper. Her body, so luscious, sucked him up and closed tightly around him. God, it was beautiful.

He leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back. “You feel amazing.”

Her forehead fell against the back of the sofa. “You feel…unbelievable. I don’t know what… I’ve never felt anything like…”

“It’s the condom.” He thrust, and his cock dug deeper.

Lexi gasped. Her head came up, hands fisted in the sofa. Damn he wanted to see her face. He used her hair to turn her head toward him so he could kiss her mouth. She gave back easily, erotically, sliding her tongue over his.

“A specialty condom,” he murmured against her lips. “With ultrasmooth lubricant…” He bent his knees and eased out, dragging against her tight walls. Lexi’s groan transitioned into a curse. “Studs on the length…” He contracted his glutes and drove in again. Again, Lexi arched, gasped, moaned. “Ribs at the base.” He stroked his cock into her again. “And sensation tips, to hit you just right.”

She was way out on the edge, shivering with her unreleased orgasm. Every sound she made pitched higher as she neared the peak.

“Too much?” he asked.

“No. Don’t stop.” She released the sofa with one hand, reached back, and dug her fingers into his hip. “It’s so good.”

Jax eased one knee to the sofa, between hers. Pulled her hand from his skin and pressed it against the sofa again, covering it with his. He wrapped his other arm low around her hips and held her still as he thrust slow and deep. She gripped his entire length, and Jax lost his mind. His body swirled with pleasure until control slipped and he surged deeper, faster.

A high-pitched sound came from her throat, then his name, part warning, part plea. “Jax…”

He used the leverage of his knee on the sofa for strength, his other leg for balance, and pushed up and in, up and in, hard, deep. Lexi arched, threw her head back, and cried out.

“Please… Fuck…,” she pleaded. “More.”

Instead of giving her more, Jax pulled slowly from her fist-like grip. The release seemed to allow blood to rush into his cock, and an unexpected wave of ecstasy plowed through his body. He used his knee to push Lexi’s wider. Reentered her body with quick shallow thrusts until she growled out, “Please…”

Then he put power into his legs and drove into her hard, fast and deep, over and over, keeping his mind averted from the orgasm rushing at him.

Lexi rose fast, her body rigid. Pleasure drifted from her throat in a desperate sound. Then cut out as she hit the peak. A monster orgasm. Her muscles contracted, and her body went rigid, jerked, and shivered. But it didn’t end there. The orgasm went on and on, racking her body with wave after wave of tremors.

Jax stilled and let the pleasure wash over her as he caught his breath. Her walls finally loosened, giving his cock a break from the relentless hold. He rested his cheek on her back. The chaotic beat of her heart in his ear made him smile. Made him yearn.

He turned his mouth to her skin. Kissed a path up her spine. Pressed both hands to the sofa flanking hers and scraped his teeth over her shoulder.

“One more, baby?” he asked between pants. “Can you give me one more?”

“Jesus…”

Jax pulled her hair to the side, pressed his mouth to her neck, and started moving. She whimpered but rocked with him. Her forehead dropped against the sofa, her fingers clutching and releasing the cushions. He wouldn’t have to wait long.

Jax’s world narrowed to the overwhelming pleasure building within his body, to the way Lexi moved against him, the sounds of pleasure she made, the taste of her skin. He wished he could make this last and last. She was delicious. Completely, radically luscious.

And he wanted more. More than just sex, more than just tonight.

Dammit, she’d gotten under his skin. Something basic and primal expanded inside him. Sweat slicked his chest, back, arms. His body shook with the growing need for release.

He pressed his chest to her back, whispered, “See me in LA, baby. This is too good for one night.”

“Beyond good,” she agreed.

“You’ll see me in LA?” he pressed, needing the words. The promise.

“Jax…I can’t…”

Frustration sang through his limbs. Her earlier words came back around and hit him hard. He might be perfect for her fantasies, but he wasn’t good enough to be included in her real life. No matter how perfectly they fit, or how much pleasure he brought her, it wouldn’t be enough. He wouldn’t be enough. The story of his life. The old, ugly disappointment melded with the dark thread of anonymous lust and raged through his body.

He slid his hand up her back beneath his jacket, gripped her neck, and added pressure until her chest pressed against the cushions and her ass angled higher into the air. Holding her against the sofa with one hand, he slid the other into her hair—the long, silky strands mirroring the long, silky length of her pussy. On every full, slow thrust, Jax fisted her hair, reveling in her sounds of deep, dark pleasure.

“Oh, so good.” Her voice had grown tight, the thrusts of her hips back and into his harder. “So fucking good… Jax—”

Her pussy closed down on his cock like a fist, squeezing and convulsing, breaking Jax’s control. Lexi’s cries of pleasure filled his head, and he let go. Let his own orgasm slam through him—pure bliss bursting in his balls, blasting his cock, and radiating down his legs, up his chest. His brain shut down. No thought passed, only sensation. Waves of deep, staggering sensation he never wanted to stop. That was when another orgasm hit Lexi, and she pumped him with that velvet pussy, jerking what he could swear was another mini-orgasm out of him.

He used his arm against the sofa to keep them both upright. He’d never been able to attain that mythical multiple male orgasm. Had always believed it was an urban legend. But now…

Lexi’s legs shook. She bent her knees and sank down until her thighs touched her calves. Jax’s cock slid out of her slick heaven, but he kept his forehead on her shoulder and balanced on the sofa as they both drew quick, jagged breaths.

“Shit,” she murmured. “You’re so…intense.”

He couldn’t think anymore, and all he wanted to do was float in this sweet euphoria longer, and he wished he could see her now, all flushed and sated. His anger over her rejecting his request to see her in LA dimmed to distant frustration.

Jax scratched his fingers down her spine lightly, and she sighed. The sound made his mouth quirk in a smile. And while he’d never been a touchy-feely kind of guy after sex, all he wanted to do with Lexi was hold her close, feel her body fit to the length of his. He wanted to taste her, smell her, feel her.

He eased to his feet and used the arm around her waist to lift her from the sofa. She was light and languid, and he set her on her feet, then turned her to face him. Lexi automatically wound her arms around his neck and Jax lifted her, allowing her to wrap her legs around his hips. She turned her head and put her cheek on his shoulder. And sighed again.

His chest squeezed hard, and Jax tried to shake it off like he would a hard fall on the job. He carried her into the bedroom, pulled back the covers, and leaned over to lay her down. But she held on to his neck.

“Lie with me,” she murmured, soft and sleepy, then kissed him.

“Be right back.”

He cleaned up in the bathroom, and when he returned, she lay exactly where he’d left her. He laughed softly and put one knee on the bed beside her.