Jax splayed his hand over her midsection; his ruddy flesh against her pale, slightly marred skin made for another sharp inhale from her.
Exquisite was the word that came to mind, an exquisite snapshot of sensuality, of possessive intent that took her breath away.
Just when she thought there was no breath left in her to steal, Jax hooked his thumbs under the straps that held her thong together and dragged them over her hips to her ankles. He held her leg up, kissing her calf with a smile when he pulled the thong over her heel and twirled it on his finger before letting it zing across the room. “These are really hot on you. You’ve got terrific legs, by the way, but they’re probably not practical in Forest Hawthorne, huh?”
Em leaned back on her elbows and giggled again, lost in his compliments and the way his hot breath gave her chills. “Nearly broke a leg.”
Jax’s mouth skimmed along the muscles of her calf, working his way up until he was at her inner thigh. “And we don’t want you to have to explain that to everyone in town, do we?” His eyes rose to meet hers, playful and carefree.
“No,” she murmured abstractly before realizing where Jax was going with that luscious mouth. “I mean, no!” Em attempted to clamp her thighs shut. Wasn’t this too intimate for their first time? Too personal?
Jax’s hands went to her thighs, massaging the tops of them to relax her, and leaned back on his heels. His eyes were sweet—filled with concern. “Am I making you uncomfortable, Em?”
Her heart began to pound out a hard beat. Uncomfortable wasn’t the word. He was doing the most inexplicable, unbelievable things to her body—every second of it was pure sensory overload. And she’d waxed for this. Really waxed for the first time in almost a year, but now the act itself seemed so personal, so much deeper than she remembered it that she was feeling like...
Like what?
It hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt like she was dirty for enjoying it. Like this particular part of making love was forbidden unless it was shared by two committed people. Clifton had once said that. Sex was sex, but blow jobs were for the girl you were going to marry.
Somehow, his view of things had become hers. But what did he know about who she really was? What did he know about what she felt? Which opinions were hers, and which were the ones either drilled into her by her mother, or formed during a marriage to a man who didn’t trust her enough to reveal a life-altering experience?
Instantly, she relaxed, breathing deeply. It was time to form her own opinion on the matter, so she called up the Em who wouldn’t bat an eyelash at this deliciousness and shook her head with a smile. “I’m just a little ticklish.”
Jax mumbled something before his lips were back on her thigh, traveling upward until she hissed a sigh of anticipation. He hovered there for a moment, her legs spread wide. She knew he was looking at her—seeing the most intimate part of her. She heard his breathing pick up, felt the rise and fall of his chest against her inner thigh, and Em let him look.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, sending a thrill of white-hot pleasure through her.
Without fear of recrimination, without an ounce of embarrassment, she stretched her arms upward, gripping the flannel sheet in preparation.
Jax moaned low before parting her, slipping his fingers between her aching, swollen folds and letting his thumb circle her clit.
Her hips responded, jutting upward at the remembered feel of his fingers, the sweet ache he created. And then Jax’s lips were on her, trailing light kisses across her exposed flesh, swirling his tongue over her clit until there was no stopping the greedy way she lifted her hips to beg for more.
She was dizzy with the press of his tongue, boneless when he slipped two fingers inside her and stroked, became agonizingly hot with the sound of his mouth on her lodged in her ears.
Em’s fingers tangled in his hair, clutching, clinging to anything that would keep her anchored. Her entire focus became about Jax’s mouth on her, licking, sucking until a fierce wave of heat engulfed her.
Her toes curled in her shoes, her nipples tightening unbearably when the point of no return hit her. Jax’s pursuit was unmerciful, stroking, licking, cupping her ass so her hips lifted off the bed and she was flush to the hot sting of his mouth.
For a brief second, it became an unbearable pleasure, so intense, so defined, Em’s head thrashed against the pillow. She bit her tongue to keep all of Plum Orchard from hearing her scream an orgasm like she’d never had before. But there was no stopping the explosion of colors flashing behind her eyes or the sharply sweet release of pressure when she came.
As she melted into the bed, her chest hurt from panting; her lungs felt like they’d explode as she gasped, struggling for air.