Game Changer by Kelly Jamieson Page 0,55

little noise in her throat and sets a hand on my shoulder, kissing me back. I kiss her again, and again, slow and lush and wet, and then I draw back. She gazes at me with hazy eyes and soft, pouty lips.

Good, good. She’s forgotten about the bear.

“Let’s go in,” I murmur.

16

Molly

Holding my hand, Jax leads me through the dark cottage to his bedroom. He turns on the lamp, then sits me down on the end of the bed, sitting beside me. We both shift so we’re facing each other.

Not saying a word, we study each other in the warm light. I love his face…the strong nose and jaw, thick eyebrows and sculpted lips. He lifts a hand and touches my face, then leans in to kiss me. Our mouths cling together, lift apart, then join again in slow, sexy kisses. I set one hand on his shoulder, the other on the side of his neck, and he catches my bottom lip in his teeth in a naughty bite. Then he smooths the pad of his thumb over my lip.

One languid sensation melts into another, dissolving my spine, gathering low in my core.

His hands slide down and around to cup my ass as we kiss over and over. I caress his neck and slide my hand into his thick hair. Then he draws away from my mouth, not far, our foreheads touching as he drops his gaze to the zipper of my hoodie. Slowly, he draws it down, lifting his eyes to meet mine again. Nose to nose, I give a tiny nod.

He pushes it off my shoulders, leaving me in a T-shirt. He meets my eyes again as he cups one of my breasts.

“Oh yeah,” he groans. “So perfect.”

I’m aware that my breasts are small. Painfully aware of it after seeing pictures of Claire. But I love having them touched, especially my nipples, so I’m just going to go with it and let myself enjoy this.

He tugs the shirt over my head and off, and I reach behind my back to unfasten my bra. Then I’m sitting next to him topless, the air in the room brushing over my nipples and tightening them even more.

He smiles, meets my eyes and covers both breasts with his hands, gently squeezing and shaping them. I smile back at him, sensation sliding through me, flames licking over me. Then he grabs the back of my neck and brings me closer for another kiss, this one hotter, rougher.

My hands are all over him, squeezing his big biceps, smoothing over his chest, curling around his shoulders. Still kissing me, he eases me down, my back to the mattress. I bend my legs to bring my feet up onto the bed.

His mouth moves on mine, his hand beneath my head, his tongue sliding in and out of my mouth erotically. I’m going up in flames, my breasts full, my nipples straining and aching to be touched again, and I whimper.

He lowers his head and kisses one nipple.

“Oh God!” Pleasure zings through me, my body electrified.

Opening his mouth, his tongue swirls over the stiff peak, then his lips close over it and he draws it into his mouth. Sensation swells inside me, enormous, my pussy aching and needy, every nerve ending alight.

He slides his hand down over my belly and into my leggings like he did on the dock. He cups me there as he sucks on my nipples and I’m drifting, lost in it, lost in the bone-melting, mind-obliterating decadence. He plays there, kisses me again, then lifts me up to sitting and goes back onto his knees.

I reach for the button and zipper of his jeans and work on those while he pulls his T-shirt off over his head and tosses it to the floor. I already know how his chest and abs look, but now I get to touch and oh my God, I am going to touch them.

I look up from his zipper. His eyes are hot and greedy. I slowly lower the zipper and he pushes his jeans and underwear down his thick thighs. His cock juts out and I lose my breath momentarily. Then I suck in air between my teeth and reach for him. Closing my hands around his hot girth, I gently tug.

A groan rumbles up from his chest. “Jesus,” he mumbles.

But then he tumbles me back onto the bed. He shoves off his clothes and stretches out beside me, naked. His hand slips behind my neck again, and