If she’d listened to her mother, all sexual paraphernalia came from the devil’s personal toy box and was distributed by his filthy minions. End her curious, fifteen-year-old questions about them after she’d overheard a Magnolia talking about her vibrator back in eleventh grade chemistry class. Her mother had squashed all open conversation about sex all her life.
What she knew, or whatever misconceptions she might have about sex with anyone but your husband were from the internet or late-night TV and, these days, the conversations she heard the girls having with clients. Being as it was her mother who’d decreed all sex toys vile and sinful, made it the first thing Em wanted to discover.
“Wait. Was that too personal?” Did she want to know if Jax had used sex toys with another woman? Yes. No. Strike that from the record.
“Not too personal. And yep. I’m familiar.”
When would she learn to shut up? She didn’t want visuals of Jax with other women when they were in bed—even if they were remaining detached while in the bed. “Never mind. I don’t want to know. I just read it heightens the sexual arousal between a man and a woman. So I thought in the interest of new adventures...”
Jax swiped his tongue over her breast all while the vibrator buzzed in her ears. “I gotta admit, it’s a little hot. Not as hot as me, mind you, but it’s hot to watch.”
He was going to watch, and it didn’t even make her blink an eye. It turned her on—gave her that achy tingle in her belly—a tingle of anticipation, making this one of the best decisions she’d ever made.
“Then let’s start with low,” she managed, but it wasn’t easy with the way Jax hovered over her on his knees, his naked body, rippled with muscle, sharply drawn by the flicker of the candles he’d once more lit. She’d only seen small bits of him last night, but tonight, she’d seen all of him, drank him in like he was a bottle of the cheap wine she loved so much. And she hadn’t looked away then, either.
She’d also finally caught a glimpse of the word tattooed just beneath his left pec and found out it was a name. Maizy’s name, right beneath his heart. It was the little things about Jax that made it harder to remind herself she didn’t want any part of this man’s personal life.
He was a good father. His love for Maizy was undeniable. His fear today when he’d thought he’d lost her was proof of that. And now, his daughter’s name just beneath his heart, tattooed there forever? It made her swoon-y, and that was the hardest piece of Jax to fend off. The respect she had for him, her admiration of his raising a little girl without the aid of her mother.
“Low it is,” he grumbled in his scratchy-sexy voice just before he wrapped an arm around her waist and slid her upright, the cold of the guesthouse wall against her back harsh at first.
Jax propped pillows behind her then kissed her long and slow, his tongue scraping over her teeth before he pulled away and put his hand between her thighs, pushing them apart with gentle hands.
The brush of his fingers on her inner thigh made her shiver, the feel of his mouth as he kissed his way along one set her on fire.
Em’s fingers found the plaid flannel sheets beside her, twisting into the fabric as Jax tongued his way over the crease in her thigh, nudging it with his head until she let her leg fall back on the bed, bending at the knee. Exposed and vulnerable, her first instinct was to clamp her legs shut, but Jax’s words stopped her dead. “You’re so damn sexy, Em.”
Em gulped, warring with how hot his words made her and how forbidden this should feel. But it didn’t feel forbidden. It felt alive, and exciting, like a celebration of her sexuality. She’d never had this kind of attention in words as well as actions. Clifton had never told her she was sexy anywhere, but especially not in the confines of their bedroom.
She’d weep for all that she’d apparently missed if Jax wasn’t dipping his fingers between her aching folds, slipping them through her slickness in agonizing strokes.
Her stomach muscles tightened at the first sip of his lips around her clit. A slow draw, the flick of his tongue and then the cool night air on her flesh made her want everything all at once. His mouth made her dizzy, weak, as he teased the swollen bud.
The vibrator hummed in a distant sort of far-off way until he spread her flesh and drew it between her folds. Em moaned a sound, shuddered a breath at the suddenness of this new sensation.
Jax laid the tip of the vibrator alongside her clit, letting her adjust, moving with the stir of her hips and then his tongue moved against the swollen bud, too, and she thought she’d die of the pleasure.
Her gasp was loud and sharp with surprise, but the combination of his mouth on her and the hum of the vibrator had her silently begging for more.