Jonquils for Jax (Blueberry Lane 3 - The Rousseaus #1) - Katy Regnery Page 0,56
her, his erection sliding along the seam of her workout pants and making her gasp.
He kissed her again—kissed her chin, her throat, and the hollow at the base of her neck. Still lower, he took her pebbled nipple into his mouth as his hand slid lower, over the soft skin of her belly, pausing at the waistband of her pants for just a moment before slipping into her panties.
She arched up, whimpering as he razed her breast with his teeth and his fingers slid into the slick folds of her sex, finding the nub of her clit swollen and hot. He slid his lips to her other nipple, sucking it between his lips as his middle finger began a slow, circular motion over her sensitive flesh. Her breathing quickened and small noises of arousal lifted from her throat, making him harden like rock, throbbing behind the material of his sweat pants as Jax buried the back of her head into the mat, gasping and moaning her pleasure.
He increased the motion of his finger as he leaned up to kiss her lips. His tongue slid against hers and she reached frantically for his head, arching her back as he continued to caress her clit. His cock throbbed for release, and he thrust forward against her hip as her whimpers grew louder and deeper. He pushed against her again and again, still rubbing her slick, satiny skin until he felt her muscles tighten to a breaking point, making her cry out as they released in contractions beneath his finger.
He watched her face—her beautiful face—as she climaxed, and when she opened her eyes, as dark as pine trees at midnight, he felt his own release imminent. As she rode out the last shudders of her pleasure, he removed his hand from her pants and slid the same damp fingers around his cock, gliding his fingers up and down his erection with the slickness of her juices and quickly spending himself in hot, rhythmic spurts.
He fell back on the mat, his body slack with satisfaction beside hers. He could hear the sound of his own breathing in his ears, deep yet uneven, a little jagged, a little fast. Turning to the side, he faced her.
She stared up at the ceiling, quiet and still but for a tear that slipped from the corner of her eye and trickled into her hair.
“Jax?” he said.
She turned her head to look at him, her eyes deep and green, swimming with tears.
Gard leaned up on one elbow, reaching with his free hand to cup her cheek. “Duchess. What is it?”
She clenched her jaw, looking away from him, back up at the ceiling. More tears slipped from her eyes, but she let them fall, and Gard didn’t whisk them away. Was it too fast? Too much for her?
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
She shook her head, closing her eyes for a second as if she was in pain.
“Then…?”
She sobbed softly, opening her eyes and turning her head again to look at him. “It was beautiful.”
Relief coursed through him like a drug, and he took a deep breath, filling his diaphragm and then exhaling slowly. Leaning down, he touched his lips to hers, gently, tenderly. When he drew away, she reached up to cover his hand with hers.
“Do you always cry at beautiful things, cher?” he asked, smiling into her eyes.
“Not always.” She chuckled and sniffled at the same time. “Sometimes.”
“There’s no shame in it,” he said, rolling her gently to her side and pulling her half-naked body against his chest. His forearm rested beneath the weight of her naked breasts, and his chest pushed into her back, his damp pants flush against her Lycra-covered backside.
“Was it…for you?” she asked softly.
“Beautiful?” He answered his own question without hesitation: “Oui.”
“Have you…I mean, have you been with a lot of women, Gard?”
He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck. “That I cared about? No, cher. Not many. You?”
“I’ve never been with a woman,” she said, with just a hint of sass in her voice. Then she added, “No. I haven’t been with a lot of men.”
“How’d you keep them all away?”
She turned in his arms, lying on her back, looking up into his eyes. “I said no.”
He brushed his thumb over her nipple, and she gasped softly.
“Why’d you say yes to me?”
Her eyes were soft and tender as they searched his. “Because this feels right.”
“Yes, Duchess,” he said, leaning down to brush her lips with his, “it does.”