He shifted over, keeping one of her legs behind him and pulling the other over his lap, until his hip pressed against her. Placing a hand on the center of her chest, he lightly pushed until her body yielded, allowing her shoulders and head to rest over the cushioned arm with her long curls spilling over the edge.
Seeing Vanessa in a vulnerable position like this was enough to damn near shatter his resolve. She was in an unfamiliar role, offering herself up to him without knowing for certain what he had planned. Shallow breaths caused her breasts to rise and fall, tempting him to abandon the game, tear off her bra, and devour the soft mounds until his lips were numb. And that was just the beginning of what he had planned for her. All in good time.
Leaning over her, he licked a path along the top swell of her breast. The way her supple flesh gave way to the gentle pressure of his tongue made his balls tighten, and when she tipped her pelvis slightly, rubbing herself against his hip, his cock jumped in anticipation.
Jax knew if he didn’t finish the shot within the next few seconds, he’d lose all self-control. Salt, lick, shot, lime, and lick again. Having finished without giving in to his baser needs, he gave himself a mental pat on the back before supporting her head and lifting her back to a sitting position.
Her eyes weren’t quite as sharp as usual and she didn’t come back with a sarcastic remark. In fact, she wasn’t saying anything. Merely staring up at him, her lower lip creased in the center like she’d been biting down on it.
“Your turn,” he said, his voice rough.
Vanessa blinked hard, and he could almost see her coming back to herself. The dazed look was replaced with her cool, confident air. Clearing her throat, she gave a little toss of her hair and arched her brow at his still-close proximity. But he wasn’t letting her distance herself more than she already had.
“Problem, princess?”
“Of course not.” With a sly smile, she bent her front leg and tucked her foot between his legs. Jax clenched his jaw and forced himself not to react, even as lightning bolted from his balls all the way up his spine and back again. Instead, he casually held her leg against his chest as though he hadn’t a care in the world and listened as she took her turn.
“In college I got really drunk one night with my RA, and we ended up having the stereotypical and experimental girl-on-girl action. But it was just that once.”
“As much as I’d love the images floating around in my head right now to hold some truth, I’m going to say bullshit.”
She let out a noise that said she wasn’t happy with his answer. “What makes you think it’s a lie?”
He shrugged. “I probably would’ve believed it had you said it happened with my sister. It makes more sense because you’re best friends, and there’s that level of trust there. You’re too structured and in control to have drunken, spontaneous flings.”
The initial aggravation of losing seemed to dissipate under the interested arch of a single eyebrow. “You’ve been paying attention; I’m impressed. So where do you want to do it?”
His mind raced through a dozen possibilities—the couch, the kitchen table, the shower, the bathroom counter, the— Hold up. “Where do I want to do what?”
She gave him a saucy smile that said she was more than happy to rain on his fantasy parade. “Where do you want me to do my shot?”
“Ah.” Yanking his shirt over his head, he tossed it to the side, and holding her gaze, tapped the area between his pecs before stretching his arms along the back of the couch.
She paused for a moment and stared him down. She was thinking about something, willing her brain to fire on all cylinders despite the Patron in her blood mucking things up. He saw the determination in her eyes the moment she made up her mind. All that was left to do was wait for the verdict.
Reaching over, she gathered the necessary items, placing her shot glass in his left hand, the saltshaker in his right, and her wedge of lime between his teeth. Then, in one smooth motion she rose up to her knees on the couch and swung a leg over his hips like she was mounting a horse. He’d thought he had the upper hand, but as he stared into her fiery green eyes, stretched out beneath her, holding things she gave him, he felt more like a submissive.
And at the moment, he couldn’t give a good goddamn.
Pressing herself to him, she slowly sank down, rubbing the crotch of those thin cotton shorts of hers over the ridges of his abdomen until firmly seated over his stiff cock. The double layer of clothing did nothing to prevent the heat of her sex from searing him through the material. He bit back a groan and forced his hips to remain still. Not an easy task when his dick wanted to play Heat-Seeking Missile and the hottest thing for miles was in the deepest recess of a redheaded beauty, mere fractions of an inch away.