Game Changer by Kelly Jamieson Page 0,57
hairy in places, which is good because it feels very masculine and I love it. I rub my foot up and down his rough calf to explore that.
“Probably not,” he agrees in a brusque tone. “But we did.” His hand curves over my butt and squeezes and wow, I’m ready again.
Did we ever. After the aurora borealis orgasm, we had sex three times and I came every time. Jax made sure of that. It makes me want to kiss him. Everywhere. Again. “I don’t think I can stop.”
After a brief pause, he says, “Me either.”
“Can we agree, though, about what this is?”
He closes his eyes, the corners of his mouth tightening. Then he opens them and nods. “There’s no such thing as a long-term relationship.”
“I know. And I’m not looking for that either, anymore.”
“So we’re on the same page.”
“Can we agree that this will end when we go back to Chicago?”
He swallows. “Yeah. That would be best.”
My heart feels like a lump in my chest, but this is what I want. “Okay. While we’re here, we’re good, but this will end when we go home. And you have my word that Steve will never know about this.”
Jax’s jaw tightens. “But I will.”
I suck on my bottom lip. “Is that a problem? You know Steve and I aren’t together and we never will be now. And if he took Claire with him on our honeymoon, then obviously he wouldn’t care about us.”
Jax draws in a long breath through his nose and his chest rises then falls beneath me. “You’re right.”
“I’m sorry.” I hold his gaze. “I really, really didn’t want to cause problems for you.”
“Oh, you caused a problem for me. A big, hard problem.” His hips lift, and I feel his erection. His eyes gleam.
“Oh, that kind of problem I can take care of.”
He gives a low laugh as I press my lips to his chest, then slowly kiss my way down over those sculpted abs.
I didn’t do this last night. Not that I didn’t want to. But I’m a little self-conscious about my oral skills after that text message Steve sent Claire. Ratfucker.
What if it’s not good for Jax? His oral skills are amazing. His fingers are as talented as his tongue. And his cock…oh my God…
I press my lips to the tender skin of his lower belly, just above the dark curls at his groin. They’re trim and tidy and that’s freakin’ hot. I shift lower on the bed between his legs and he parts them obligingly. Then I kiss the neat hair, pausing to breathe in his musky male scent. It’s so good…
He groans and his hand slides into my hair. “Molly…”
“Is this okay?” I peer up at him, my mouth a breath away from his straining cock.
“Fuck, yeah. I’m dying.”
Oh good. I’m still wounded from Steve’s comments about my BJ skills, and anxious about doing it wrong. Even though I really, really want to do it… I lick my lips, still hesitating, and Jax’s fingers tighten in my hair. Not in a gross “do this” way, but in a way that tells me he’s desperate and eager. He wants this. It encourages me.
I throw my worries out the window and go to town. I want this to be good for Jax, but I want to enjoy it too. I take my time, because I’m savoring it, although it might be torturous to Jax. But maybe that will make it better. I lick him all over, up and down and around, letting my tongue learn his unique shape and taste and texture. I look up at his face from time to time as I leisurely explore, reveling in his taut expression, his beautiful lips parted, his cheekbones flushed. I kiss and lick the place where his thigh joins his hip, one side, then the other, even nipping at the corded tendon of his thigh.
“Christ, Molly.” Now both hands are threaded into my hair, gentle on my head but compelling.
I smile. He wants this.
I want this too. So much. I want to show my appreciation for how good he makes me feel. I want to make him feel just as good. Better than good. I want to blow his mind. Ha.
I open my mouth and close my lips around the head of his cock while I curl my fingers around the base. He’s wet and slippery and my lips slide over firm flesh. He tastes delicious and feels incredible—thick, ridged, pulsing with desire. I take him deeper into