With agile fingers, he undid the knot holding up my bikini. With me on my back, the bikini stayed in place, with only the strings falling aside.
His voice was a low caress. "Cold?"
"No," I breathed. "I mean, yes. I, um, well, it depends on what you're asking." Quickly, I added, "I don't want to go inside though, if that's what you mean."
He gave a low chuckle. "I'll go wherever you want."
I looked down toward my torso. From this angle, I could see my nipples protruding against the damp fabric. With a breathless laugh, I said, "I guess parts of me are alittlecold."
"Yeah?" He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the spot where his finger had been inching along just moments earlier. And then, he slowly moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses that led straight to the damp fabric still covering my breasts.
On the side closest to him, he nudged the fabric aside and trailed his lips lower still. Soon, his warm mouth covered my cool nipple, and I felt my eyelids flutter shut.Yes.When his tongue danced around the tip, I gave a soft moan of pure bliss.
Soon, his hand was on the other side, gently nudging down that fabric, too. His fingers captured the nipple and gave it a tender squeeze, even as his mouth worked pure magic on the other one.
This was almost too much, and yet not nearly enough. Beyond eager, I fumbled for the waistband of his swimsuit and nudged it downward, freeing him from the damp fabric.
With as eager as I was, I wanted to rip the swimsuit right off him. But even in my desperation, I realized the impossibility of such a thing, so instead, I urged, "Your swimsuit, you should take it off." I was finding it so hard to breathe. "Or better yet, let me…"
I made a move to lift myself up, but Jax wasn't budging. Against my skin, he whispered, "Not yet."
"Why not?"
"Because this." His teeth grazed along my nipple, sending little prickles of pure pleasure straight through me.
"Oh," I murmured with a little laugh. "Good reason."
I was still touching him, squeezing him, rubbing him. With every pulse in my hand and every murmur against my skin, I felt new waves of excitement building deep in my core.
In my hand, he was so massively hard, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have him fully inside me.
Soon.
Or at least, it hadbetterbe soon, or I'd go absolutely insane.
I whispered, "I want you."
"I know."
I almost laughed. "Well then…"
"And you're gonna want me a lot more before I'm through."
What on Earth did that mean?
But soon, I didn't have to wonder, because his hand was heading lower, sliding down my torso until it reached the intersection of my thighs. Already, my hips were rising, and I said a silent prayer that the lounge was as sturdy as it felt, because if not, I was pretty sure we'd both be tumbling onto the patio by the time we were done.
And if that happened?
It would besoworth it.
He nudged aside the crotch of my bikini bottoms and ran a finger along my wetness. He sucked in a quiet breath before saying, "I wanted you, you know."
I was so distracted, I could hardly think. "Oh yeah?"
"When I saw you. So fucking beautiful." With a smile in his voice, he added. "And sweet." As he said this last word, he slipped a long finger inside me, and I lifted my hips, wanting more.
Somehow, I managed to murmur, "I wasn't that sweet."
