Before You (Before You #1)(61)
Without warning he stepped back, breaking contact with her, and she whimpered, already missing his heat. Chuckling, he trailed his fingers up the inside of one thigh, stopping momentarily and then he pushed the lacy fabric of her panties aside. He slid a finger inside, toying with her entrance, eventually resting his finger against her clit and she groaned.
“You’re killing me,” she whispered huskily.
“Am I?” he asked as he nibbled on her ear, his finger sliding back and forth but not penetrating her.
“Yes,” she said and then sucked in a deep breath as he slid his finger inside her.
“Yes, you like that or yes, I’m killing you?” he teased as he slid another finger inside her. He looked insanely delicious with his sensual lips curved into a wicked smile as he expertly stroked her and he knew it.
“Both,” she groaned, closing her eyes, lost in the sensation, oblivious to their location, to being exposed, to the unlocked door, to Cam, to everything but Jax. He overwhelmed her. The feel of his fingers moving inside her, and the sound of his beautiful voice next her ear had her spiraling recklessly out of control.
For the first time in her life, she didn’t care about her childhood, her mom, or the safety of being with Cam; she wanted to be with Jax more than anything. When she was with Jax, she felt as if she could be herself. “I need you inside me,” Bre said as she yanked on the end of his smooth leather belt, fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants, and shoved his pants down, exposing him. She trailed her hands along his sides, then brushed her fingertips over the distinct grooves and ridges of his abdomen and down the narrow trail of hair, begging her to continue her descent. She paused to study him. He was hard, ready, and bigger than she remembered, and she couldn’t stop herself from caressing his length. He twitched and sucked in a breath as her hand glided up and down, slowly, over and over. God, he’s so incredibly sexy with his eyes glazed over.
Grabbing her wrist to stop her, he groaned and then nipped her lower lip. “No more,” he said, removing his fingers from her and pushing her hand away. “I can’t wait. I have to be inside you again. I can’t stop thinking about the way you felt wrapped around me.” He roughly pulled down her panties until they dangled off of one of her ankles. Opening his wallet, he pulled out a condom and rolled it on.
Mesmerized by him and wanting him so bad that she physically ached, she eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He pushed himself inside her so deep she nearly screamed from the sensations racing through her body. He rocked against her slowly at first, as though he were imprinting the moment in both of their minds forever. She couldn’t help thinking that it was amazingly erotic being with Jax like this, in this semi-public room, partially clothed, when someone could discover them at any moment, not caring about anything but the way he moved inside her. The passion, the urgency and need was so unlike any of her other experiences.
Feeling him sliding into her, she moaned in pleasure. Then, she pulled his mouth down to hers, desperate to get as close as possible to him, and his mouth immediately opened, tangling wildly with hers. He rocked harder against her and she could no longer tell where he ended and she began. His mouth trailed across her face to her ear and down her neck while his hands bit into her hips, pulling her harder and closer to him. It didn’t get any better than this.
He lifted one of her legs higher, and she fell backward onto her elbows. The change in the angle intensified the deep ache building inside her and her body bowed with the familiar pressure building inside her. She never wanted anyone like this, and if she were being rational that thought should scare her. She was so close, and then he circled his hips, pushing her over the edge, she screamed his name as she came.
He placed his hand over her mouth, muffling her scream and groaned as he thrust into her one more time, marking his release.
Bre let her head fall onto the conference table, drunk with pleasure, not wanting to face reality anytime soon. The guilt and regret that plagued her over the past week since the last time they slept together was blissfully absent, but she knew that once the pleasure of the moment faded, it would chase her with a vengeance.
Jax ran his hands up the sides of her thighs and then lifted her body from the table, holding her close to him, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck, soothing her racing heart.
There were so many reasons to be disgusted with herself, with what she’d done, but she didn’t want any of those reasons to intrude on the moment. She wanted to ignore it and concentrate on how good she felt with Jax’s body wedged between hers and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She actually felt cherished and loved for the first time in her life, and she hated herself for acknowledging that she never felt this way with Cam.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Bre mumbled under her breath.
“I know. We got caught up in the moment.” Jax pulled away from her and sat back on his heels, pulling her panties back up her legs. Grabbing her by the waist, he shifted her onto her feet and her dress fell back down around her thighs. After fastening up his pants, he picked up her gold clutch from the top of the table and handed it to her.
His strong clean scent mixed with the musky smell of sex cast a spell over her, making her want to lean into him, crawl all over him, bury her head in his chest and start all over again. The thought left her feeling pathetically conflicted. She wanted more of him, but at the same time she felt compelled to run away from him and everything that he represented.