Jax (Titan #9)(27)

Jax squeezed her shoulders, massaging back to her arms. "Was that so hard?"

"Maybe."

The warm fullness of his lips connected with hers, and Seven's eyelashes fluttered, so lost in the memory of their time at the wedding, she hadn't realized he might kiss her. If there was ever a nerve, a concern, ever a single worry that Jax wasn't a god made to be with, those crazy thoughts disappeared as she wrapped her arms around his powerful neck.

His tongue teased her lips apart, and he took her weight, tipping her head for more. Seven hadn't been kissed like this in her lifetime, and as he teased her, stroking her tongue, testing her lips with nips and licks, she clung to him, moaning for more.

Then he placed a sweet kiss on her lips after the torrid ones. "Hell, this is all a good decision."

Not wanting to let go, she wondered how much of this was good chemistry and how much of this was her needing the attention of a man.

"Don't move." Jax ambled away and returned with an arm full of sheets, kicking pillows to the living room. He turned down a few lights to soften the room.

"What's all this?" she asked, uneasy about how he tossed the sheets but realizing she didn't give a hoot.

"Room to spread out." Jax laid the blankets and sheets on the ground then tossed the pillows to the side next to the couch. He turned around after appraising his work, eyes darkened with arousal and licking his bottom lip.

But her nerves came back. Was this what he did? One-night stands on hotel room floors?

"What's up?"

Wow, he could read her. "Is this your thing? Do you bring girls to hotel rooms to screw on the floor?"

"Do you worry that the way Mayhem treats women has you assuming that you're one of many?"

"You mentioned the tag chasers. Not me."

"I didn't say I checked into ritzy hotels and asked for their honesty."

True. She didn't know how to do this. Have a one-night stand, just sex, and not become attached. She would have to make ground rules up as she went but—

"Seven, I'll walk you home." He tilted his head. "No worry. Come on, babe."

"Wait. I have no idea what I'm doing," she admitted, cringing with her eyes closed. "I don't want to leave. I'd kick my butt a thousand times. It's hard for me to let go sometimes."

He took her cheeks in his hands, and her eyes fluttered open. "So long as you always give me that honesty, this is going to be killer." His thumbs brushed her cheeks. "Your call either way. No harm, no foul."

Would she have ever believed his softness when she needed it most? Seven stepped back, taking a sobering breath, then pulled her shirt over her head and unbuttoned her pants. She thumbed the sides down her hips and triumphed as she kicked them over her heels. It would've been easier to take them off and put her high heels back on, but now, as she stood in her bra and underwear, everything about his stare made her feel empowered.

Approval flared in his eyes. "Is it wrong that I prayed your nipples were pierced?"

"Well…" She bobbed her eyebrows, teasing him. "I have two piercings on my clit too. A small ring and a slender bar."

His lips parted for the moment he took in her revelation, then Jax tilted his head back. "The power of prayer."

"You're going to hell. You know that?"

"Wouldn't be the first time I've been told."

"So shocked."

A playful faux-grimace marred Jax's face, and she wanted to move beyond the sarcasm. Seven unfastened the bra and let it fall then slid down her panties and stepped free. Once again, under his hungry eyes, she stood as he studied, this time only in her heels. She had never felt stronger. Sexier. More like a woman who also happened to be the many other things that she was. Mom. Business owner. Motorcycle mascot at times…

Jax retook her mouth with a deep kiss as he cupped her bottom, squeezing until she groaned. He released the intense hold, and she wanted it again, swaying her butt against his soothing hands.

Seven drifted into a delirious dreamland, where she explored his chest and followed the curves of his muscled arms while he let his tongue and fingers test her body.

"Touch me," she murmured against his lips.

Jax smiled under her next kiss, his hands traveling around her hips to tease her sex. "Getting there."

A delicious eternity passed before silky strokes made Seven pant. She tried not to move her hips and succeeded until his talented fingers played with her clit ring.

"Jax…" Her breaths came heavy, hard. Pleasure reached deep inside her as she had only dreamed possible. He strummed the pads of his fingers against the pierced bar, propelling her toward a blinding pinnacle. This was more than she could do herself and better than she could remember from intercourse.

His tongue flicked over an erect nipple, toying with the small bar as he tugged and sucked. "Arms around me," he whispered, switching to the other breast, then lowering them down until he lay on his back.

"You need to be naked," Seven gasped, rolling away from him.

His hands were on his jeans, and she didn't care if he thought she was a madman. Seven brushed them away, wanting to unclasp his pants faster than he was going. As she kneeled next to his side, she slid him free until his engorged cock lay against his stomach after Jax finished kicking off his clothes. She slowed to appreciate the view of a sculpted, scarred warrior.