JAX (The Beckett Boys #2) - Olivia Chase Page 0,13
unleashes him. With a deep groan, Jax grabs my waist, the back of my neck, and yanks me flush to his body. “You’re mine tonight, darling,” he promises.
“I’m…not going to have…to have sex with you,” I pant to him, wishing that the words had come out stronger than my shaky stutter.
The smile on his face is almost devilish. “I don’t need to fuck you to own you. There’s a lot of pleasure I can show you. Give me more credit than that.”
He grabs my hand and leads me away from the dance floor. We’re moving around people, and my focus is solely on the broad expanse of his back in the white dress shirt. His hand clenching mine. His tight ass.
I can see why so many women want him. Jax is a force of nature. I want him to sweep me away.
We pass a table of several attractive guys who all look related, probably brothers, and Jax slows down as he eyes the group and they eye him back. There’s definite tension between them; the hostility is practically visible.
“Who are those guys?” I ask Jax. They aren’t from my side of the family, that’s for sure.
“Can’t believe Smith invited them here,” he mutters. “What the fuck was he thinking?”
I want to ask more, but he pulls me away and doubles his speed, shooting them one last glare over his shoulder. He takes me to the outer edges of the reception hall, where the lights are dimmer and very few people are around. The crowd’s attention is on the dance floor. Jax nudges me into a corner and turns to face me, blocking me from sight with his back.
“I need to touch that pussy right now,” he growls. “Tell me yes.” The irritation he displayed before is gone now, replaced by sheer lust written all over his face.
“This is…so wrong,” I manage to say. My whole body is vibrating all over, and I’m clenching uncontrollably. The thought of him fingering me…with people around…it’s insane, it’s wicked. What if we get caught? I’d never be able to see these people again.
“No one can see you.” Jax leans toward me, and his mouth sucks on my collarbone. I groan from the gentle suction. “In fact, no one’s even paying attention to us. We’re half behind one of the drapes. Trust me, nobody gives a fuck.” His voice gets lower, and I hear him swallow. “I just…I need to taste you. I want to taste that sweet pussy on my fingertips. Please.”
My hips buck of their own volition at the thought of him touching me down there, my skirt hiked up, his fingers thrusting in me, panties shoved to the side. “Yes,” I find myself saying before I can think about it more.
His mouth locks on mine again, hard and insistent, and I grip his shoulders and bring him close. When his fingers dance along my hem again, he tugs the fabric up this time, skimming my shaking thighs.
“My God, you’re so fucking sexy it’s ridiculous,” he says against my mouth.
No one has ever spoken to me like that before. No one’s made me feel this way. My body feels languid and burning up at the same time.
His fingers glide above my panties and he flicks my clit, and I cry out against his mouth.
“Yes,” he says on a deep groan. “Oh fuck, you’re so ready. Open up for me, baby. Let me touch that beautiful pussy.”
I spread my thighs a little wider and he shoves aside my panties, and then his fingers are stroking my lower lips and I’m pressing against his firm hand. Heat boils in my belly, spreads through my limbs, makes me tremble with need. I feel wild, alive, dirty, wanton. This is so absolutely wrong, and I want it so badly I can’t breathe.
When one digit presses into my soaking slit, I stiffen a moment, then try to relax and let him in.
“Oh God, oh God, you’re so unbelievably tight,” he murmurs in awe as he pulls away and looks down at me. His eyes are so hot and hard on mine that I feel almost like he’s actually inside me. His finger pushes into my channel, and I swallow. “So tight and wet. God, you’re gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.” He does some kind of flick with his finger that hits my G-spot, and my body aches. “I want to pull your dress down and take your nipple in my mouth. Taste more of your skin.”