“But that doesn’t mean we won’t find pleasure with each other.” I grin knowing I have her.
She cocks her head to the side. “I’m confused.”
“It’s simple. I may not give you my dick, but I will definitely give you all the pleasure that sweet little body of yours can handle.”
“You will?”
“Definitely. There’s only one thing left for you to do.”
“What’s that?”
I raise my brow at her. “Undress for me.”
“Undress…now?”
“You want this? You want me? Then baby strip. Right now.”
“What’s with all the baby stuff? What happened with calling me sweet?”
“I’ve decided you have a little bit of sour in you. Are you stalling?” This is where Bree surprises me again. She lets out a big sigh and then looks me straight in the eye.
“Probably,” she says with stark honesty. Then, she slowly begins unbuttoning her shirt, her eyes never wavering from mine. With each button the blush on her face deepens. I see a fine tremble in her fingers, but she doesn’t stop. She has no idea how truly beautiful she is right now in this moment. There’s nothing fake about her. Nothing but her, and she’s not trying to be seductive, but I’ve never been more turned on in my life. Hell, the zipper on my pants has a stranglehold on my cock. The damn thing can’t have any blood flow at this point.
I can see small flashes of skin now that her shirt is unbuttoned. It’s like the biggest fucking tease in the world. Her fingers have a death grip on each end of her shirt and her breathing is so ragged it’s visibly shuddering through her body.
“Take it off, Bree.”
“You’re very bossy,” she whispers so soft I have to strain to hear it, or maybe it’s just I can’t hear her over the way the blood is pounding in my ears and my heart is trying to beat out of my chest as the shirt falls to the floor.
Her skin is pale, white, virginal as if the sun hasn’t even been blessed to shine on it. She’s wearing a blue silken, lace trimmed bra that hugs her tits perfectly…Fuck. How am I supposed to keep myself from driving into that body for four weeks?
“The rest of it, Bree. Show me what you’re giving me,” I order, my voice almost as harsh as the hand I use to roughly adjust my throbbing cock.
Chapter Twenty
Bree
Jax’s voice is so dark and rough, I feel shivers run up my spine, not stopping until even my hair tingles. I’m inexperienced, but even I can see the need in his lust filled eyes that’s practically burning me alive when he looks at me. That gives me the courage to quickly undo my pants and push them down. I close my eyes, take a breath and then open them, standing in front of Jax in my bra and panties for the first time…in front of any man for the first time.
“Turn around,” he orders, and I do it without a thought to argue. His voice is authoritative, but I think it would be easier not to face him when he looks at me. At least I was smart enough to wear a sexy bra. Unfortunately, I’m wearing panties that don’t match. I really need to go shopping for more lingerie. I’ve never needed the sexy kind before, but I want to look my best for Jax. I stand looking at the door wondering what he will ask for next. I jump, letting out a gasp when I feel his hands on my shoulder. His hand moves along my neck, pushing my hair out of the way, and putting enough pressure I lean my head down. His rough, calloused hand feels incredible against my skin, but when his lips touch there my heart skips a beat.
Kissing down my neck and over my shoulders, his hands blaze the path first. Chills run through me, but I’m heated at the same time. He places a kiss at the base of my neck, his warm breath skitters across my skin, and I know I’m already wet along the inside of my thighs, but I can feel the moisture gather even more with his kiss and the tender way he’s holding my arms. He keeps his lips there, every so often his tongue flicks against the skin, while his hands move down my arms and slide to my hips.
“Jax,” I breathe, not sure what I want to say, just needing his voice to center me, because right now I feel like I’m floating.
“You’re so beautiful, Bree,” he whispers, his fingers flexing into my hips with bruising force. He pulls me back into him, the hard ridge of his cock pushing against my ass has me wishing he’d change his mind about giving it to me sooner. Even through his clothes he feels huge.
“Please...” I beg unable to tell him what I want.
“Please what baby? What do you want?”
So many answers spring to mind. Please, touch me. Please make love to me. Please don’t let me go. Please keep doing exactly what you’re doing. All I can manage though is a whimper. That’s when one of his hands tangles into my hair and the other moves up to palm my breast. Excitement thrums through my body. Is he going to touch me? Has he decided not to wait? Please, don’t wait. I bite my lip to keep from begging him to give in—to give me what I want.