Jax continued to run his hands over her skin, soothing, easing, kissing his way up her torso until he was beside her, forcing her to open her eyes and look at him when he tilted her chin. His eyes questioned her.
As the tension in her body left, she smiled at him, smiled at the way he was waiting to be sure she was okay with the next step. That was what he was doing. Feeling her out, looking out for her. She knew it sure as she knew that was the best orgasm of her life. She’d never felt so ravished, yet at the same time, so free, so liberated.
Rolling to her side, she let her fingers trail down his magnificent chest, discovering the rigid planes of his abs, dipping into the waistline of his jeans, touching the crisp hair that led from his belly button to his cock.
Jax cupped her cheek. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
Em leaned upward and kissed his hard jaw, now littered with rough stubble, and buried her nose against it. “I’m beyond okay, Mr. Hawthorne. Wow. For my first-time draft pick, I’d call that a win.”
His mouth found her earlobe with another chuckle, nibbling it, running his fingertips along her ribs, fluttering over her hungry nipples while she busied herself with the button on his jeans.
Impatient fingers fumbled then scored by popping open the button and lowering Jax’s zipper in one swift motion.
Em flattened her palm against his lower abdomen, loving the feel of his overheated skin, the ridge where his sharp hip bone gave way to the path leading to his cock. She flared her fingers, running them through the crisp hair from his belly button to his pelvis until she felt the tip of him jerk against her, and it made her smile against his lips.
Jax’s reaction to the brush of her fingers reignited her curiosity, making her boldly grasp him and savor his hiss of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered open, catching a glimpse of his face in the candlelight, strong-jawed held tight in a clench of his teeth. His eyes were closed, his head falling back on his shoulders to reveal the tendons in his neck, rigid and stiff.
God. He was absolutely the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, had ever even considered seeing up close like this, and she was going to wring dry every last hot moment spent with him.
His cock pulsed beneath her grasp, giving her the courage to begin a long, slow stroke with one hand while she pushed his jeans from his hips with the other.
Jax ground against her fingers. Wrapping his hand around her wrist, he did a sort of husky growl in her ear. “Condoms. That’s gotta happen soon. Swear it won’t always be like this, but it’s been a long time.”
Pulling away, he rose, kicking his shoes off and shoving his jeans down over his thick thighs. Thighs sprinkled with dark hair and carved with muscle. Thighs she had a crazy urge to grip, run her lips across the bunched cords. For a man who spent a great deal of his time behind a computer, developing things she still wasn’t quite sure she understood, he definitely didn’t suffer a paunch or any of the things the girls were always complaining about.
Those thighs that led to lean calves were what carried Jax across the room to the box of condoms, while she openly admired his muscled butt and wide back. She’d missed it before, but he had a tattoo she couldn’t read on his left pec.
When Jax turned around, condom in hand and an amused gleam in his eye, her eyes strayed to his erection. As perfect as the rest of him and with a slight hook to the right.
And then, this enormous, beautiful man was sliding the condom on, parting her legs, pressing the tip of himself at her entrance, making her wrap her arms around his neck and delight in the brush of his dark hair rubbing against her shoulders.
Jax brushed her hair from her eyes. “You still good?”
Each time Jax made his concern for her known, when he was offering her the time to regroup if she needed it, it did something to her heart. Something that tingled—a twinge—a warmth—a nudge of a feeling she had to blatantly ignore. His tenderness wasn’t something she’d expected, and it was going to break her if she read too much into it.
Jax was a considerate lover. Just because they were only in this for the sex didn’t mean they couldn’t care about how the other person felt.
Still, when she nodded her consent and arched her back, and Jax drove upward inside her, rigid and hot, her throat closed up. Grew so tight from this odd emotion, she had to clench her eyes shut.
But then the world tipped sideways when Jax’s hands burrowed under her, cupping her butt, driving deeper into her. Stroke after stroke he drew her closer, filling her with everything Jax, stretching her until she dug her fingernails into thick shoulders.