Jonquils for Jax (Blueberry Lane 3 - The Rousseaus #1) - Katy Regnery Page 0,69

casting a quick glance at the chandeliers before looking back at Jax. “Any argument?”

She shook her head slowly. “None.”

When he got to her room, he let her go, his heart pounding as she slid down his body. “I got to tell you somethin’, Jax.”

“What?”

“I’m…” His eyes caressed her face—her lovely face that hadn’t been in his life nearly long enough to have the sorts of feelings that he had for her. And yet they were as fundamental to him as anything else that was certain in his life: that he needed air to breathe, that he needed water to drink, that he loved Jacqueline Rousseau. “You probably already know this, but I want to say it. I want you to hear me say it: I’m in love with you.”

Her eyes brightened immediately with tears, and she nodded. “I’m in love with you too.”

“I know it’s quick.”

“Quick for whom?” she asked, reaching for the button of his jeans. “Not for me.”

“No?” he asked, letting her slide the jeans down his legs to reveal his hard cock, standing proudly at attention. She reached for it, wrapping her fingers around its throbbing length.

“No. I feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever.”

His eyes shuddered closed as she pumped him, her hand working slowly at first, then faster, and every motion, every movement, was like heaven. His balls started to tighten as she placed her palm on his chest and pushed him back onto the bed.

“Jax, I need to shower…”

“I don’t mind,” she said, looking up at him for just a moment before taking him into her mouth.

“Ahhh!” he groaned, bracing his feet on the floor as she spread his knees and knelt between them, her hand still firmly gripping the base of his erection as her tongue moved lazily over the tip, licking, swirling, and sucking until he thought he’d lose his mind.

When he was on the brink of coming, she stood up, reached under her skirt, pulled down her panties, and then mounted him, straddling his hips as she sunk down onto his slick, rock-hard cock.

“My life didn’t begin until the night of my brother’s wedding,” she said, sighing as she impaled herself on his full length, her nipples highlighted through the fabric of her thin T-shirt and thin bra. “Until I ran into you.”

“Cher,” he groaned, reaching under her skirt to grasp her hips and hold her still for a moment, wanting to feel the tight walls of her sex throb and quiver around him, to look into her eyes when they were so intimately connected. “Jacqueline, mon coeur ne bat que pour toi.”

My heart beats only for you.

A tear slipped from her eye and glided down her cheek as she gazed back at him. “Love me.”

He reached for the hem of her shirt and pushed it up, shoving her bra over her breasts to give himself access to them. He took a nipple between his lips, sucking it strongly as she arched her back, meeting his thrusts with moans of pleasure. Sliding his lips to her other breast, he traced a circle around the areola before sucking the nipple into a tight point, only drawing back when she whimpered, plunging her hands into his hair and demanding his lips for a kiss.

He drove up into her body, thrusting deeper and higher with every stroke. His balls tightened as he felt her start to vibrate, and suddenly he stopped thrusting. He needed to slow down because he wanted this moment with her. When they were this close and this intimate, he could see her so clearly, it was almost as though his full sight had been restored. He wanted to look into her eyes as they came together.

Reaching for her chin, he turned her face to his. “Look at me, cher. I want to watch you come.”

She gasped as he thrust up and held, then drew back. He repeated the action slowly, deliberately, watching her eyes roll back in her head each time he surged forward.

“What’s…the first…rule?” he panted, on the very brink of coming.

“Never look away,” she murmured, opening her eyes as he propelled his hips upward and drove into her depths, holding her eyes as the walls of her sex contracted, then pulsated around him, milking him in tight, fast ripples that he could feel to his very soul.

Her forehead dropped onto his shoulder in blissful exhaustion, and he lay back on the bed, still intimately connected with her, turning gently with her so they could lie on their