Before You (Before You #1)(72)
His hands went to her bare thighs again, spreading them open for his touch. He brushed over her wet center, teasing her as he buried his face into the hollow of her neck.
“Oh, I think I like D.”
“I do too, but wait until we get to F chord. I really like the F chord.”
“What’s F?” She moaned, leaning into his chest and spreading her legs wider, silently begging him to touch her.
“It goes something like this.” Slowly tracing her wet folds with his finger, he teased her, sending her into a fevered cloud of lust. Then, without warning, his finger penetrated her and she nearly shot off the bed.
“You’re a good teacher,” she gasped, her voice raspy from the pleasure radiating through her body.
“You’re a good student,” he whispered as he kissed her earlobe, the feel of his hot breath causing her to shiver.
As his free hand reached around to squeeze her breast through the t-shirt, she leaned back even further, letting the guitar fall from her fingertips into her lap. The sensation was so insanely sinful she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
Grabbing the guitar out of her lap, he leaned it against the nightstand and then pulled her on top of him. Her heart slammed against her chest as he lifted her shirt over her head and let it drop on the floor. Holding on to the back of her neck, he bent her face toward him so that he could kiss her and she moaned from the feel of her bare breasts rubbing against his naked chest.
“Mmm,” he murmured, wrapping his hands around her waist, rocking her core against him. “That feels so good.” His eyes told her that he was as aroused as she was.
Unable to look away, she watched her nipples dance along his hard pecs, goosebumps erupting all over her body with every touch. Gazing into his hooded, smoky gray eyes, she ran her fingers through his wavy hair, down the sides of his face, to his wide, toned shoulders, loving the way his perfectly formed muscles tensed under her fingertips. She couldn’t get enough of him, of the way he felt pressed up against her and inside her. She could spend the entire day exploring every inch of his body with her hands and mouth.
Pulling her closer, his hands fisted into her hair as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, his unshaven face teasing her and heightening her need for him. Unbelievable. Each time he touched her, it was better than the last. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough.
Sitting up on her knees, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his black briefs, and pushed them down. She rolled on a condom and mounted him, rubbing her folds along the tip of his penis over and over until she was nearly convulsing with the need to be filled by him.
“Now,” he growled, lifting her by the waist and centering her opening above him. Fascinated, she watched as he guided each glorious inch of his hard length inside of her. She expelled a long, needy breath from the sensation of being filled by him again, almost as if she were finally whole. Reaching up, he grazed, then pinched her taut breasts with his guitar calloused fingers and she whimpered. He chuckled at her startled expression, but when she started moving, his laugh disappeared.
Moving together effortlessly, she was so lost in him, she didn’t know if she’d ever be the same again. Her long brown hair cascaded down, creating a curtain of intimacy around them as they panted in unison with each delicious motion and swirl of her hips.
“I love the way you look on top of me,” he whispered reverently.
“Yes,” was all she could say in response, too caught up in the pleasure curling through her body, begging to be released.
His fingers dug into her hips, guiding her until her rhythm became erratic. Knowing she was close, she leaned down to kiss him, their tongues tangling wildly in unison with their hips. When he slid his hand between them, caressing her, she exploded, her orgasm overtaking her. Almost immediately he cried out, arching his hips into her, rocking repeatedly up into her and then he shuddered as he jerked his body.
Sated and completely content, Bre collapsed, her body spread out on top of Jax, clinging to him as she listened to the quick rhythm of his heart. His hand lazily drifted up and down her spine. How strange that last night she thought she had lost everyone and she was utterly desolate. This morning, she felt full and complete, and totally in love. Looking back, she realized that she had probably been in love with Jax for a long time, and she stubbornly refused to acknowledge her feelings because of her silly plan to marry Cam, hoping to avoid all the drama of her mother’s life.
She leaned up to kiss him and he smiled appreciatively at her as he pushed her hair away from her face.
“I like being with you like this,” she said.
“Good, because I have plans for you today,” he answered, pulling her close to him, running his nose along her neck, inhaling her. “I love the way you smell.”
His front door opened, and he lifted his head.
She froze. “Who is it?” she mouthed.
She didn’t have to wait for an answer. She immediately recognized the person’s voice.
“Jax, is your lazy ass still in bed? You need to get up. I need your help with Bre,” Cam yelled from the entry.
Bre looked at Jax, frozen with terror at the confrontation that was about to happen in the next few seconds. She didn’t want to face Cam yet.
Jax kissed her softly on her shoulder and rolled out from under her as he whispered in her ear. “Go into the bathroom and lock the door. I’ll get rid of him.”