Jax pulled away just as she touched the fringes of orgasm, making her open her eyes and look down at him with frustration. His head between her legs, his mouth so close to the most intimate place on her body was almost more than she thought she was capable of handling.
But she couldn’t look away. She didn’t want to look away, and when Jax asked, “Do you like that, Em?” she couldn’t answer, her throat too tight. Was this what two people did when they were in it just for the sex? Did they create still shots just like this, and when it was over, forget it ever happened—never to call to memory something this painfully incredible?
Fear she wouldn’t be able to let go of this—this amazing thing she was sharing with him—grabbed hold of her lungs. And then it subsided like the tide, it rushed back out and she found her balance again.
Her fingers threaded though his hair and she nodded. “It’s pretty great,” she managed in a rasp before she had to close her eyes and just succumb to the insane things he was doing to her body.
“You can always holler uncle,” he muttered on a thick chuckle, licking at her, moving the vibrator up and down.
“Never,” she wanted to scream, but somehow kept to a low whisper.
Jax poised at her entrance, the hum a delicious tease. “Never, huh?”
Her nipples tightened to hard points in anticipation, her hips lifted in an effort to encourage. “Never.”
“Never’s a long time, Em.” He said that strategically, she was sure, because it was just at that moment that he slipped the vibrator inside her and clamped his mouth over her clit.
“Oh!” This time she did scream, forcing her to put her knuckles in her mouth. Oh, God. She’d never survive this. Her blood would boil over, and she’d be found lifeless, albeit sated, right here in Jax’s guesthouse.
“Was that an uncle I heard from up there, Em?” Jax taunted, drawing the smooth length in and out, positioning it at a place inside her she didn’t even know existed.
Her heels dug into the mattress, she clenched her teeth, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, but she wanted. Oh, heaven forgive, she wanted more. Her chest rose and fell, the winding, twisting heat between her legs grew, but she answered, “Not even close.”
Jax twisted the vibrator as he plunged it into her and licked her in one long pass. He flattened his tongue out, scraping it along her swollen clit until she saw stars and colors from behind her eyelids.
She didn’t have a second left in her, not another moment of this unmerciful torture left. The stretch of the vibrator inside her, buzzing and setting her on fire combined with Jax’s hot, wet tongue sent her right over the edge before she had a chance to grab hold.
Her nipples went tight and painfully hard, her muscles contracted around the width of the vibrator as she thrust her hips downward onto it, driving, feeling, needing every last drop of this orgasm.
Shudders racked her body, goose bumps skittered along her arms as she came until she slumped back, boneless and weak.
Jax withdrew the vibrator and the buzzing instantly stopped. Her eyes popped open to find Jax setting the Annihilator on a plastic crate.
Instead of grabbing a condom like she thought he would, he moved her over on the bed and got in next to her, pulling up the scratchy army blanket to her chin and tucking her next to him.
His actions perplexed Em. Wasn’t it his turn? “We’re not done, are we?” she half joked, half really wondered. Fair was, after all, fair.
Jax’s chin rested on the top of her head in a pause she didn’t quite understand, but then he said, “Just for the moment.”
As Em lay there, held tight in his arms, their bodies curled together, she tried not to read anything into the odd look in Jax’s eyes just before he’d climbed in beside her and pulled the blanket up under her chin.
She tried not to worry he was mad about the Annihilator. She tried not to love lying here with him like this. She tried to figure out what he needed right at this moment. Then she tried to figure out how she was going to stop trying to figure everything out and try to remember she wasn’t supposed to care how he felt other than in a bed.
Her insides just weren’t cooperating.
But she was really, really trying.
Really.
Fourteen
Jax scrubbed his hand over his face, lobbing his pen at the desk. The chirp of the office phones had become background noise to him. The scenarios played out beyond his office walls nothing more than white noise.
He was growing used to being here at Call Girls. He liked working for Dixie and Caine. He liked the women who worked here, and he really liked knowing Em would be here every day. Avoiding the hell out of him, refusing to look at him, lifting her cute nose the other way when he came into the room, but here just the same.
Em, Em, Em.
He was never going to get a damn thing done like this.
Especially not after the other night.