Wilde About Her (Wilde Pack Series)(17)

Denim was confused. "Troy? Who's Troy?"

"The wolf that was getting ready to attack you," he snarled and looked ready to shift and go after Red.

"Who's Troy?" she repeated.

His fists clenched. "She's my ex."

"Your ex? How did she get my number?" Denim's eyes scanned the trees, afraid she might see the red wolf reemerge at any moment.

"She must have hacked into my cellular account again," he muttered and  paced the ground, but then his head snapped around as if Jax suddenly  remembered Denim was there.

And she suddenly realized he was naked. Again.

The sight of his naked body caused her to squirm and her clit to throb.  Oh, he was gorgeous! A groan slipped from between Denim's lips as her  eyes followed the muscles of his solid chest all the way to the patch of  blonde curls that traveled downward, and she blew out a long deep  breath.

Damn, Jax was yummy.

She had to practically rip her eyes from his long, thick erection. Oh,  she wanted it all right now, plunging deeply between her thighs.  Unfortunately, now was not the time. "I thought the text was from you."  She couldn't remember what number the message had come from. She'd just  assumed it had been from him.

Jax stepped toward her, backing her against the large tree, caging her  in. "Do you know what would have happened if I hadn't been here to save  you?" He was practically shouting.

Denim shook her head. His voice sent a shiver through her body and she  was instantly aware of his ruthless mouth and his dark, hooded eyes that  drifted over her possessively.         

     



 

"I don't even want to think about it. If I had lost you … " his voice  trailed off again, but this time the fire in his eyes was blazing hot  with desire. "Dammit Denim, the smell of your arousal is driving me  crazy," he growled.

The kiss started off fast, hard. Almost savage. Denim sensed he was  working off his rage with his lips. And she was fine with that. Her  mouth opened and his tongue slipped inside and desire washed over her.  "I can't bear to lose you again," he murmured against her lips.

Locking his hands behind her back, Jax dragged Denim closer until they  were pressed together, and then his tongue went deeper into her mouth,  until her entire body shook.

"Jax," she whispered.

"I got you, babe."

His kisses inflamed her senses. The tone of his voice was disarming. She  felt like she'd traveled to a land where there was just her and Jax.  Reaching out for something to steady herself, her hands brushed over his  bare chest. It was muscular, strong, and radiated heat.

Finally, Jax lifted his head and took a deep breath. Her eyelids  fluttered open and she gasped at what she saw. There was desire, of  course, but something else she couldn't quite put her finger on, and was  too afraid to try.

"Denim," he whispered as he brushed her hair back off her face, making  her shiver. "Kissing you is not going to be enough. I want more," he  said.

It's your decision.

He kissed her again. This time even more persuasive and Denim quickly  found herself caught up in the passion. She went up on tiptoes and slid  her hands up his back. Jax lifted his head, and she instantly missed his  lips pressed against hers.

"Tell me what you want. I need to know, now!" he said thickly.

She swallowed. "You. I want you."

His breathing was heavy, unsteady when he reached for her hand and  forced it down over his cock. "Is this what you need?" he asked and  curled her fingers around him, then slowly rubbed her hand up and then  down the thick bulge of his erection. He felt huge and hot. It throbbed  with need, drawing her attention.

Feeling slightly feverish, Denim panted, "Yes."

Jax's expression stilled as he said, "Get undressed."

Shocked, Denim stared up into his eyes. He was serious. "What if she comes-"

"Denim, she won't …  now just do it," he sounded hungry and desperate. "My  wolf is trying to emerge. We want you. We want you more than I've ever  wanted a woman and I can't wait another second to be inside you."

She dragged the dress over her head and was surprised to discover she  wasn't the least bit self-conscious about undressing in front of him.  Probably because she desperately wanted him also.

There was a low gurgling sound coming from his throat. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

If she didn't know, she definitely knew now. The way he looked at her  made her feel sexy. Denim gazed into his eyes, breathing heavily as she  waited.

Jax's fingers skimmed up her arm, causing her to shiver. There was  another low growl, "Damn, babe. You are definitely a sight to see."

Denim stood there thinking how wild and crazy all of it was. She should  be freaking out from barely surviving a she-wolf attack and instead she  felt safe and secure, and so turned on she didn't care about anything  except what Jax was about to do next.

"Don't think about it," he said and she felt his erection pulsing against her thigh.

There was the problem. Whatever was brewing between them felt so right  she could barely breathe. She was outside, pinned against a tree with a  naked werewolf man who had a rock hard cock throbbing against her  sensitized kitty-cat. Only instead of being frightened and bolting  across the forest to Pappy's, she felt an overwhelming desire to give in  to her needs.

"Tell me you want this, Denim."

Hell yeah. She wanted Jackson Wilde and everything he had to offer her. "I want you to make love to me, Jax," she admitted.

He cupped her ass, drawing her against him, then lowered his head, and  she met his lips before his mouth traveled downward to her aching  nipples. He sucked one into his mouth. "Jax!" Denim cried as his tongue  circled her areola. "Please  … "

"Please what?" His fingers replaced his tongue. "Please stop?" Jax  dragged a finger from her breasts down across her abdomen toward the  trim of her panties.

"No," she moaned. "Don't stop." Denim was losing her mind. Her head  rolled back when she felt his long fingers caress her crotch through the  satin material. "Yesss," She hissed, bit her lip and then moaned again.         

     



 

Jax's fingers were skillful and arousing, sending heat racing in every  direction, and then suddenly he stopped kissing her and dropped to his  knees.

"What are you doing?" she asked staring down at him.

"I'm about to make you feel good." His voice held a hint of a promise.

Tremors ripped over her body as he dragged her panties down.

"Step out of them," he instructed.

As soon as Denim kicked them away, Jax was licking a path up her thighs.  She began trembling when she realized he was staring up at her.

"You smell so good," he growled, then Jax's tongue slipped out and stroked her kitty.

OMG! She'd never felt anything like it. His tongue plunged deep. He was  rough, demanding. Not in the least gentle. Denim wanted to scream and  demand he stop, but instead she started whimpering. With a mind of its  own, her body followed the rhythm of his tongue, meeting his strokes.  She rested her hands on his shoulders while her body quivered and shook.  His tongue felt better than anything she'd ever experienced.

"Yes," Denim panted. "Oooh Jax, yes."

Jax sucked and licked some more, then flicked her clit between his lips.  She tried to pull away, but he gripped her ass, immobilizing her. Never  had a man, not even Asher, brought her such pleasure. Jax was  persistent, wild and relentless. Denim twisted and moved one hand to his  head, the other to his shoulder and held on as her body began to  contract.

"Jax  …  don't  …  stop  …  I'm about to … " A cry ripped from her lips as she  exploded. "Yessss, oh yessss!" she whimpered his name, and was hit with  one wave that was immediately met by another. Jax continued to lap at  her until Denim's muscles relaxed and her breathing slowed.

Then he was grabbing her ass and was lifting her off the ground. "Look at me," he commanded.

Their eyes locked.

"Do you trust me?"

She nodded. "Yes."

There was a wolfish glint in his eyes. "Do you believe me when I tell you werewolves are immune from diseases?"

Denim knew a man would say just about anything to get into her panties, and yet, she believed Jax. "What about pregnancy?"

He shook his head. "It can't happen until after the binding process."

"Binding?" she breathed.

"Babe, I promise to explain later," he managed between gritted teeth.  "But right now, I need to be inside of you. Spread your legs."

She slid her thighs further apart, then held her breath and released it in a slow exhale as he pushed inside her.

Oh my, was he big! Jax gave her a few seconds to get used to him, being  there invading her body then he was riding her, fucking her so hard she  started chanting his name.