Primal Law (Alpha Pack #1)(60)

"Sweet baby, I forgave you at 'I'm a jerk.' "

Her lips tilted into a smile. "Don't get used to it."

"I'd like to get used to you, period."

"How flattering."

"I'm working on my delivery. What can I say?"

"Say you'll kiss me," she whispered.

He smiled, all his pain forgotten with her one simple request. "Baby, I'll do much more than that."

Pulling his woman close, he crushed his mouth to hers.

Chapter Eleven

Kira reveled in his mouth on hers, his tongue slipping inside to taste. Being held in his strong arms was heaven and she loved his size, how she felt surrounded. Safe.

His hardness poked against her stomach, causing her to squirm. He moaned and a little spurt of satisfaction went through her that she was the cause of his arousal. His need.

Big hands skimmed her sides, worked underneath her shirt. Found the cups of her bra and palmed them as he thrust upward, grinding his erection, seeking relief. The action caused an answering heat between her legs that spread low in her womb. She needed to be filled by him. Owned. Ravaged.

"Too many clothes," she hissed, tugging at his shirt.

Briefly, his eyes seemed to glow. "We can remedy that."

She yanked the garment over his head and then scooted back some, attacking his belt. With a low chuckle, he raised his hips to help her along and she freed his thick cock, lifted out his heavy balls. She'd never thought of a man's package as particularly beautiful, but Jax was everything a man should be. And much more.

Suddenly she couldn't think of anything she wanted more than to taste the pr**um seeping from the slit of his cock. To wrap her lips around the head and drive him crazy with lust. In the past, giving a guy a blow job was something she could take or leave-mostly leave since the act was usually all about his pleasure, not hers-but this time was different. With Jax, the pleasure would go both ways.

Sliding to the floor, she pushed his knees apart and crouched between his denim-clad thighs, smoothing her palms on top of them. She loved the feel of his muscles bunching under her fingertips and wanted to see more.

"Off with the jeans," she ordered, smirking at his surprise. A slow grin curved his sexy mouth as he complied, sliding the offending material down his hips.

"Whatever the lady wants."

"Smart man."

As she eased the jeans and boxer briefs down his legs and pulled them off his feet, she glanced up to see a shadow darken his expression. His gaze flicked to his injured leg and away, so quickly she might've missed it if she hadn't been paying attention.

Gently, she kissed the scarred flesh that twisted around his right thigh. "Your scars don't make you any less handsome to me. They don't matter."

"You think I'm concerned about my looks? No, I deserve exactly what I got and more for trusting the wrong person and leading my team into a trap."

His voice was filled with such self-loathing her heart went out to him. "I don't believe that and neither should you. Someone took advantage of your trust and broke it, and that person is responsible for what happened. Not you," she stressed.

"But I-"

"Hush." Bending over his lap, she grasped the base of his c**k and gave the slit a lick, catching the drops. Saltysweet flavor burst on her tongue and he sucked in a breath. Oh, tasting him was going to become addictive, real fast.

"Kira," he moaned. His head fell back to rest against the sofa and he spread his legs wider, raising his hips the slightest bit, a silent encouragement to continue with the welcome attention.

She didn't need much convincing. As she took the spongy head between her lips and began to suckle, it was readily apparent that giving in to him was to be its own reward. His tanned skin was hot, his long, thick c**k flushed dark, balls heavy with need. He was sprawled before her like a feast, one hand buried in her hair, the other clutching the arm of the sofa as though he might blast off any second and had to somehow anchor himself.

She watched his face as she took him deeper, sucked his rod and laved the silky underside, pumping the base. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, chest rising and falling more rapidly, making the swirling tattoos on his shoulder move and seem almost alive.

"God, I can't take much more," he told her roughly.

His control was admirable, but he was no match for her bobbing up and down. Taking him to the back of her throat, and out again. She slid along his length until he pushed her back carefully with a low chuckle.

"Damn, woman, I'm about to lose it. My turn," he insisted, his dark tone making her shiver in anticipation. He slid to the floor next to her and patted the sofa cushion. "Brace yourself, honey."

Moving forward, she laid her front half down on the comfortable seat, hyperaware of him positioning himself behind her. Even though he was exposed and vulnerable moments ago, she wasn't certain she liked feeling that way herself. She was too skinny, shaped too much like a boy without womanly curves and the lush bosom that appealed to so many men. She didn't know what a hottie like Jax saw in her body, but he seemed to appreciate it just fine.

Can't fake a gigantic hard-on.

"Spread for me, baby."

She inched her knees apart more, and the position had her offered with her ass in the air, ready and willing to be his.

"That's it. Jesus, you're so pretty." Two fingers dipped into her slit, already hot and wet. Rubbed and smeared her juices, played with her clit. "You like that, baby?"