Jax (Titan #9)(60)

Seven sat up, snickering, and crossed her boots under her butt. "I bet."

"Victoria sent this to you?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Must be a girl thing." Jax let the rope dangle on his finger then raised his chin. "And you threw it away."

"Straight into the trash." She pretended to make a free-throw shot then rolled her eyes. "What? No one at Titan airdrops lube, alcohol, and toys as surprise vacation gifts?"

He chuckled. "Not to me, at least."

Seven clucked. "Maybe you need better friends."

"Except you threw it away." He strode forward, unfazed by the gift bag. "Let's get back to why this was in the trash."

Let's not… "Seemed like the best course of action."

Jax crawled onto the bed, dropping her goodies, and eased closer until she tipped backward as he caged her to the bed. "I'm not sure about that, princess."

His weight rested against her naked flesh, and Seven untwisted her legs, wriggling them to his sides. He could've crushed her with his mass, but his powerful body simply covered her from head to toe as his mouth nuzzled her neck.

She'd texted Victoria a one-word message—Ridiculous—before trashing it without a second thought, but now a thousand third thoughts had come into play. "I don't know anything about rope."

"We're going to talk," he whispered against her ear.

Shivers tore over her skin. "We've been talking."

Jax let his lips have full roam of her neck. "Why"—kiss, nibble, lick—"does she want you to relax?"

"She says I don't take time for myself."

He drew back, a questioning eyebrow saying more than he could get away with.

Seven turned her head away, but Jax reached around and rolled them onto their sides. "What are best friends for, I guess?"

"Victoria wants you to use me as though you're headed to the spa for a massage?"

She couldn't keep from laughing. "Apparently. Though I've never heard of a spa where you could be tied up."

"You'd be surprised what's out there," he whispered quietly, tracing his fingers down her side. "If you haven't realized, enjoy your body." His fingers continued their path from her rib cage down the slope, up to her hips, and over to her thigh. "Whatever it needs to be, however you need to get there, we're making sure you relax tonight."

He flicked her hip bone, gently knocking her back, and slid his hand along the inside of her thigh, over her knee, stopping short of the top of her leather boots.

"That's a good plan," she whispered, stretching as his hand inched higher, massaging her soft skin.

His knuckles brushed over the mound of her sex. Seven had been aroused since she'd met him when the sun was up, and they had flirted their way through the Mayhem meetup. It had been hours.

"Tell me what this feels like?" His knuckles eased down the smooth slope of her skin toward the two piercings. "I've been meaning to ask, why two?"

The heavenly tease of his barely-there stroke stole her words. Seven's insides clenched while Jax took his time grazing the sensitive skin. "One's horizontal, the other vertical. The vertical bar rests on my clit, and the bead ring makes me feel beautiful and—"

"Very." His warm, careful touch explored.

A pulse of ecstasy raced from her clit. Seven gulped a breath.

"I like playing with them." Jax stroked her folds apart. "Relax." He moved close to her side, and his cheek's scruff scratched across her soft belly as her legs fell apart. "Good. Just like that."

"Mm." She rolled her head to the side, basking in pleasure.

His palm cupped her mound, and Jax teased her entry with circles, while his tongue trailed wet kisses to her hip bone.

"You're so good." She arched, running her hands over the swells of her breasts and massaging. Her nipples ached for attention, and she plucked at the tips, playing with the pierced bars with her thumbs and forefingers as Jax slid his thick fingers into her pussy.

Her bottom lifted from the bed as he withdrew, then Jax lowered his mouth to her clit as he plunged his fingers inside her again.

His tongue flicked the ring on her hood then licked the other piercing, sending cold shivers down her back as his hot lava kiss made her cry for more. "Again. Like that, please."

The kiss became a caress, and he pumped his hand into her. Seven rocked to his rhythm, moaning in bliss.

His kisses trailed down the inside of her thigh. "Grab the bottle."

"What?"

"Pour it all on your tits, princess."

That wasn't what she'd expected him to say, and uncertainty crashed her high. "What?"

"Listen to me, sweetheart."

Her heart hammered. "Okay."

"While you're lubing your nipples"—Jax maneuvered to hip level and hooked her thigh behind his neck—"I get to love on this pussy." He dipped forward, teasing her with the tip of his tongue while keeping their gazes connected. "You good with that?"

The quick, light lashes of his kisses whipped her nerves alive. He closed his eyes as though he were savoring her. Seven was transfixed, memorizing the sight of Jax between her legs, with all his sinewy strength wrapped by her leather boot and pliable limbs.