His strong hands hold fast to my thighs, pressing them wide as he dives in. I clutch at the bedspread, long since lost, the stars showering down on me now. The spiraling sensation intensifies, and the tightpowerful urgency reaches a fever pitch. Everything holds still just for a moment, this pleasure, his careful, insistent movements, and then it all just lets go.
A cry escapes as my body ripples with intensity, the cascades pulsing through me. I’m overwhelmed by it and hold Jax’s head, letting the sensations wash over me, waves that keep coming, tight and strong.
Then I fall back and everything drifts down. Jax moves gently below, drawing out the gentle ripples that slowly even out into a soft contentment.
I want to weep, to collapse into emotion. I’m overwhelmed by how I feel about Jax, but I know I can’t succumb to that. I’ve read books. I know better. Women always mix up gratitude, sex, and love. I won’t do it.
I open my eyes. Jax watches me quietly, his eyes less intense now. “You all right?” he asks.
As content as I feel, I want to know the rest of it, what happens next. “I am,” I tell him. “But it’s time for you to lose those pants.”
20: Jax
Mia doesn’t have to say that twice. I push away from the bed and shuck off my shoes as I unbuckle my belt. Mia is responsive and sensitive. Watching her orgasm never gets old.
But I know what lies ahead. I unzip my pants and watch her with unwavering attention. If she hesitates, I will drop back. Hold off. If I can.
Her eyes are not shy about following my boxers as they hit the floor. She has a quiet curiosity about her that threatens the tenuous control I’m barely hanging on to as it is.
She gets up on her knees and holds out her hands. I kick away the clothes and move closer to the bed.
Her hands want to explore me and it will be hard to just stand there and let her. She squeezes my shoulders and follows my arms to my elbows. Then across my belly and up my chest. I hold still, allowing her to take her time.
She glances down and takes her first timid hold on my erection. My jaw tics, fighting the urge to push her back on the bed and slam into her. The reach makes her breasts squeeze together into a tantalizing display. I reach out and slide a finger between them. Her breath catches.
Mia squeezes me and slides along the length. I clamp down all theraging desires and continue to trace lazy patterns across her body.
She concentrates on her task, moving more quickly but keeping her grip. I hold on to her shoulders a moment, working the control, but the year in prison is weighing on me now and I’ve thought of this moment too many times to hold back any longer. I have to be careful with her, and in one more minute, I won’t be able to.
I press her back on the bed. She lets go of me and leans against the pillows, eyes wide.
I tug the bedspread away so the sheets are beneath us. Mia’s face is less calm than it was before, her eyes filled with worry.
I plan to tell her, “We don’t have to do this,” and the words are on my lips. But my body isn’t going to obey, and I’m already settling over her. I settle for “It will be okay,” and a light kiss against her cheek.
“Do we need some sort of protection?” she asks.
“Reversible vasectomies are standard issue for male Vigilantes,” I tell her. “But if you’d like something for safety reasons, I’m equipped.”
She shakes her head. “No, I want to know what this feels like.”
Her arms come around my back in a vise grip. I brush the hair off her face. I know I need to get her a little more ready for this. She can’t be tense. I lower my mouth to that succulent breast and tease her nipple.
Then my hand goes down low where she is still wet and warm. I circle the hard little nub until she starts to relax, warm and supple below me again.
With as much subtlety as I can manage, I shift over her, keeping my hand in place. Her knees go around me again, and her eyes are closed.
She tenses a little when I first fit myself inside, but I just work the edges and she calms again.
I feel it when I bump against the barrier. It gives a little, but still resists. Mia’s brows draw together, and I know she senses this is about to happen. Her eyes are closed in concentration.
I lean down to kiss her until her lips are soft and pliant and she isn’t thinking about her concerns.
Then I swiftly press hard inside.
She gasps against me, every muscle tensing. I hold still a second. Gradually her body goes soft. “You all right?” I ask.
She nods.
