Reckless

She laughed and lifted her gaze to his. “Why?”



“Because it reminds me my lips aren’t on yours, and they want to be.” His thumb stroked her lip one more time. “What are you thinking?”



She curled her fingers in the soft cotton of his shirt, her gaze on his chest. “That if I was a good person, I’d send you back to that nice girl and tell you to try again.”



His hands closed on either side of her face and pulled her eyes up to his. “If you were a good person, you’d give me that gorgeous body of yours. If you were a good person, you’d love me like you did in New York and put an end to this misery.” He pulled her mouth to his. Kissed her dizzy, then murmured, “If you were a good person, you’d be a very naughty girl right now—with me.”



She huffed a laugh and dropped her head back, looking at the ceiling. “I am a good person,” she reminded herself, knowing she should push him away. Let him find someone far less complicated. “I am.”



His lips skimmed down her throat, pumping banked need through her bloodstream. “Prove it.”



She leaned back, lowered her head, and took his mouth. He opened to her on a groan. Pulled her head to him with one hand, deepening the kiss, searched for the hem of her dress with the other.



“Tell me…” she said as she tilted her head to the opposite side and kissed him again. “She isn’t expecting to see you again.”



“No.” He answered the same way. “I broke it…” His tongue rolled over hers. “Off.”



Lexi sighed into his mouth and sank into the kiss. Fisted his hair. Let go to pull his shirt over his head. Ran her hands over him. So warm. So muscled. She struggled with his belt, her hands shaking with excitement and need.



Jax chuckled. “What happened to those smooth hands, Lex? You undressed me faster than I could undress myself in New York.”



“Shut up and kiss me.”



He laughed again, this time against her lips. “I am…kissing you.”



“Not enough if you can still talk.”



This time Jax pulled back purposefully to drag her dress over her head. His gaze scanned her body in the strapless, sheer, barely there bra and matching tiny panties, which should really have been considered a thong because there was so little to them. His smile vanished. His arms dropped, bunching her dress in a pile on the bed, and he fell back against the wall.



Lips parted, he just kept looking, those eyes scanning, rescanning, and so heavy lidded she didn’t know how he kept them open.



“Great…color…” he finally managed without ever taking his eyes off her body. “Stop abusing your lip, or I’m going to take it over, and you’ll never breathe again.”



She hadn’t realized she’d been chewing on it and pulled it from between her teeth to tease, “Great color? That’s it?”



She shoved his shoulder, and he fell to the bed on his back without any resistance.



“Purple. Love it.” He made a show of wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m drooling, right?”



She started working on his jeans again. Belt, button. Couldn’t keep herself from stroking her hand over the bulge beneath his zipper.



Jax siphoned air, squeezed his eyes and pushed his head back into the bed on a deep groan.



The move tightened the muscles of his chest, arms, abs. Now she was the one drooling. She needed him. All of him. Yesterday.



She jerked his jeans open, moved her hands into his underwear, and hummed when she pulled his erection out. Without waiting, asking, teasing, she closed her mouth on the wide head and sucked his length deep.



Jax’s entire body shuddered. “Fuck, Lexi…God…”



His body arched, hips lifted, pushing Jax deeper until his head touched her throat, dragging a louder groan from him. He fisted one hand in the sheet, slammed the other flat against the wall. “Lexi…please…”



Oh God, the sound of him begging shot an insane dose of adrenaline through her body. The extremity of his pleasure made her suck him harder, deeper. His taste flooded her mouth, his scent filled her head, the texture of his delicate skin covering heated steel teased her tongue. She groaned and feasted.



“No, no, no…” he murmured, gripping her face and pulling her off him. His cock left her mouth with a pop, making her grin. He gripped her jaw in one big hand, firm, almost painful with his slipping control.



“Not doing it right?” she murmured, tilting her head until she could take his thumb into her mouth and suck, rolling her tongue around his rough, salty skin. “Do it for me. Use your hands and make me do it the way you want it.”



She bit down on his thumb until his eyes opened. The intensity of his desire made her so needy she was offering him a freedom with her she’d never felt safe or confident enough to offer another man.



He closed his eyes, his chest heaving. “Condom. In…my wallet.”



Lexi whined a complaint, but she reached for his back pocket. He gentled the hand on her jaw as she moved. As soon as she had her fingers on the leather, she licked the head of his cock, barely within her reach.



He choked out a laugh and pulled her away. “You little cheat…”



“You wanted naughty.”



His eyes opened to slits. “I forgot my limitations.”



“I like being able to push you to them.” She kissed his palm and sat back, pushing her fingers through his wallet. “Where are they? And do you have any without the studs? I want to try something.”



“Baby…you’re asking…questions of a man with no…blood in his brain.”



“Ah-ha!” She whipped an ordinary condom from his wallet and grinned.



“Oh hell,” he said. “That look on your face…”



She ripped it open, figured out which side was up, and grinned at him. “Okay, no promises, but I’ve wanted to try this since Rubi mentioned it.”



“Wait. What? I’m a guinea pig now—?”



His teasing ended when Lexi popped the condom into her mouth, positioned it in an open O between her lips. But the look on his face—part shock, part confusion—made her laugh, and she had to take it out again. “You can’t make me laugh, or it’s not going to work.”



“Baby,” he said, low, throaty. “It won’t work anyway because I’m not gonna last until it’s on.”



He reached for it, and she pulled back. “Do your best. I have faith in you.”



“It would be easier if you put it on the tip first, then rolled it with your mouth.”



She frowned. “I can see this isn’t a new trick for you, which only means I have to do it better.”



Remaining out of his reach until she had a good grip on the condom with her mouth was harder than it sounded and she grabbed his hands when he tried to reach for her again, pinning them at his sides. She landed a perfect shot over the head of his cock on the first try.



She’d planned on grinning up at him in triumph once the rubber was seated over his head, but the way his hands fisted in the sheets beneath her own gave her such a thrill, she couldn’t stop. Jax was growling and writhing on the bed beneath her by the time she reached the base.



His hands broke from beneath hers. He sat up while pulling her mouth from his cock and reached for her panties, pushed them over her hips, down her thighs. With one arm, he wrapped her waist and lifted, pulling the panties free of her legs with the other.



Then he pulled one knee wide and settled her back over his hips, dragged her down for a kiss, and whispered, “Ride me hard, naughty girl.”



Lexi reached between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his length. He groaned her name as Lexi rubbed his head over her opening. She ached in anticipation and rocked his head slowly into the swollen, wet folds. The muscles all over his body clenched. His fingers dug into her hips.



“You’re going to come…so…hard,” she said, dragging out the last two words, smiling into eyes that had gone so dark she couldn’t separate the pupil from the iris. “Is that what you want?”



“Yes.” He lifted his hips and pushed deeper. “God, yes.”



Now it was Lexi’s turn to agree, the word hissing from between her teeth as he pulled her hips lower, pushing his thick cock deeper, stretching her and offering delicious counterpressure to the ache she’d been living with for weeks. “Yessssss…”



Nineteen



There was no way Jax would last beyond one mammoth climax. Lexi was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, inside and out. Beyond that, he finally felt like he’d found a woman he understood, a woman who understood him—or could, once he’d told her everything about himself. And, just as it had when they’d been in New York, the emotions he felt for her made the sex electrifying.



Jax held the orgasm back with every trick he knew—forcing his mind somewhere else, focusing on something less sexual than the fact that his cock was forging that unused path again through her tight body. Yep, that was working.



“Lexi…I’m not going to last.”



Her hair had fallen forward over one shoulder and spilled across her face in a gorgeous display of raw beauty. That sight wasn’t helping him hold back either.



She rose and lowered on her knees in short, quick movements, teasing his head with her tight opening. “But you feel so good.”



He lifted and pushed deeper. Lexi’s lips parted. Her eyes closed. Her head tilted back. And with every passing moment, he grew more and more desperate to mark her as his. To own her. To make sure she never wanted another man like this.



He’d never wanted that before. Didn’t understand the fierce, growing need now. Knew, logically, he couldn’t own her. Or mark her. Or ensure she never wanted another man. But deep down inside him, he needed all those things.



“Lexi…come on, baby…give me everything.”



She pushed him inside her one more time, then stilled. Sank lower.



And lower.



And lower.



“Fuck…” He lost it. Dug his fingers into her hips and drove upward.



He and Lexi both cried out at the same time. Jax stilled, giving her a moment to adjust. The look on her face was part pleasure, part pain. But Jax couldn’t control it anymore. The need overwhelmed him. His body shook from the effort of holding back the climax, and Lexi was so perfectly snug around him.



“I think…you lost your patience somewhere…over the last few weeks,” she said, hands pressed to his chest, balancing herself as she started to ride him in long, excruciatingly slow strokes.



“I think”—he slipped his hands beneath hers, threaded their fingers, pulled them off his chest until they were palm to palm—“you picked up a control habit.”



“Nope. I’ve always had it.”



“I noticed it in New York.” He lowered his gaze from her beautiful face, those light blue eyes glazed with the heat of sex, scoured her breasts, jiggling gently under the transparent lace, the undulations of her soft, flat belly. “I see it all over this studio.”



He continued scanning, to the erotic thrusts of her hips and his engorged cock sliding in and out of her pussy. He wanted to let go of her hands and guide her hips to a faster release but didn’t want to lose the contact.