Jonquils for Jax (Blueberry Lane 3 - The Rousseaus #1) - Katy Regnery Page 0,55

either. She’d kicked herself a million times since refusing him last night. Not that she’d made the wrong decision, because she wasn’t ready to sleep with him quite yet…but his hands on her body? His lips blazing a trail of fire across her skin? Yes, yes. Oh, please, yes.

“Jax,” he warned in a low, edgy voice. He stepped closer to her, his eyes black, his body all but stalking hers.

She let her eyes trail up his body provocatively, pausing at his pelvis and finally resting on his lips. “Yes?”

“Ça va,” he growled in surrender, his arm locking around her waist as he yanked her roughly up against his body. “You asked for it, Duchess.”

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His lips slammed into hers, their teeth clashing together as he lifted her into his arms and she locked her legs around his waist, reaching up to plow her fingers into his hair and pull his head down to hers. Taking three steps forward, he backed her up against the mirrored wall, his tongue plunging into her mouth to tangle with hers, and she welcomed him with a low moan of pleasure.

With his hands under her ass, he supported her body and tilted his head the other way, his tongue never leaving her mouth, twisting, sliding, gliding against hers in constant, frantic motion, fast and greedy, a preview of what it would be like to fuck her.

She broke away from his lips, taking a deep breath, and he hungrily trailed his lips down her throat, licking and sucking at will as she arched against him, her breasts pressing into his chest, frustrating both of them through the layers of her bra and his T-shirt. Drawing away, he looked her in the eyes and lowered his hands, helping her slide down the front of his body until she stood before him, the back of her head against the glass, her back bowed. Staring into her eyes, he reached behind her back, his fingers alighting on her bra clasp and separating each hook and eye until the two pieces of material flapped open at her sides.

Holding her eyes like a lifeline, he reached for her shoulders, found the straps of her bra, and slid them down her arms until the fabric fell to the floor between them with a soft whoosh. He trailed his fingers slowly, deliberately across the line of her collarbone until they met at the hollow of her neck. Then he dropped his eyes to look at her naked breasts.

Perfect orbs of olive-toned skin with dusky-tan areolas and pert almond-colored nipples heaved lightly with her rapid, shallow breathing, lifting to him as though in offering. He seized her eyes again and she lifted her chin, her lips parting as she met his fierce gaze.

“Vous etes si belle que vous regarder est une souffrance,” he said reverently, waiting for her lips to tilt up in acknowledgment before he leaned his head and licked a slow, gentle circle around her left nipple.

She arched her back, thrusting her chest forward, her nipple slipping between his lips, and he sucked greedily, then gently, flicking his tongue back and forth across the distended flesh until she gasped and whimpered. He kissed a small trail between her breasts, sucking her other nipple between his lips as his hands reached up to massage the first. Her skin was hot and soft, a little salty and a little sweet, and smelled of Jax—of lemons and rosemary, reminding him of bright smiles and too many questions, making his own body harder and hungrier, greedy to touch and taste more of her.

She reached for his cheeks, pulling his face up and kissing him, her fingers trailing down his neck to his back until she reached the hem of his shirt. She pushed it up, her palms sliding flat against his skin and making him shiver. Breaking off their kiss, he reached behind his neck and pulled the shirt over his head, then pulled her against him, the hard, damp points of her nipples pressing into the naked skin of his chest and making him groan with longing.

“Lie down with me,” he growled softly, bending down to sit on a cushioned mat and pulling her with him. Grinning down at him, she straddled his lap, letting her breasts rake against his chest until she was fully seated, his fully erect cock sandwiched between them. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned her back until she was lying beneath him, and he moved experimentally on top of