His mouth eased into a sexy grin that packed a wallop. "Because I inspired you."
She blew a raspberry. "You made some smart-ass remark about outback auctions,Iwas the genius who came up with it."
He patted the side of the bed. "Why doesn't the resident genius get her cute butt back here and we can brainstorm some more?"
Thankful he'd moved past his funk—the one that had him threatening to walk out on this marriage before it had begun—she returned to the bed and flung herself into his arms. He tipped backwards with a grunt and she straddled him.
"Want to see what other genius ideas I'm capable of coming up with?"
He growled in pleasure and tugged her down so her face was mere inches from his.
"You love being on top, don't you?" His warm breath fanned her ear, his lips toying with the lobe, and she wiggled, enjoying his tortured groan.
"Being in control is good," she said, bracing over him, eager to lower herself onto him.
"Tell me about it." He reversed their positions so fast her head spun. "There, that's better, back on top where I belong."
She swatted his chest. "Control freak."
"You love it when I'm commanding and forceful," he said, his hands starting at her shoulders and sweeping down, palming her breasts, circling her stomach, grinding her clit until she writhed, desperate for release.
"Commanding. Forceful. Got it. Ooh…" Heat streaked through her as he splayed her legs, dipped his head, and tongued her until she almost passed out.
He took his time licking her, driving her crazy. Her head thrashed from side to side, her fingers fisting in the sheets as he drove her closer to the brink with every sweep of his tongue, with every plunge of his fingers inside her.
Mindless from the pleasure, tension coiled her muscles until she couldn't bear it. She reared up, bracing on her elbows to watch him drive her to the brink and beyond.
His gaze locked on hers as the tip of his tongue circled her clitoris for a final time and she came apart, screaming his name.
There was no smugness in his dark eyes, only satisfaction, and as he grabbed a pillow and slid it under her hips, she knew something important had shifted between them.
She'd never had a guy look at her the way Jax had just looked at her.
As if he could see right through her defences to her soul.
She should be terrified. Instead, with delicious aftershocks pulsating through her, all she could think was how connected she felt to him at that moment.
“Are you still calling me a control freak?" He knelt between her thighs, bronze, broad shouldered, magnificent.
Her pelvis arched in a purely reflex reaction. "Yeah, but the way you dish it out, you can control me any time."
"My pleasure." His eyes glittered with lust as he made quick work of protection and eased into her with a long, slow thrust.
She clenched around him, welcoming, needy, missing him the moment he withdrew, desperate for more.
He obliged, gripping her hips and sliding into her again and again and again, each thrust accentuated by her elevated position with the pillow under her butt, each thrust driving her closer to the edge.
"Faster," she urged, wrapping her legs around his waist, her hands gripping the headboard for leverage.
"I'm the one in charge," he said, his wicked grin exacerbating her anticipation as he continued to slide in and out with torturous finesse.
"Jax, please," she gritted out, her pelvis lifting clean off the pillow to meet him thrust for thrust, clamouring for another release.
"Seeing as you asked so nicely…"
He picked up the tempo, slamming into her, the air punctuated with soft pants and longing groans as they crested the edge together on a yell and fell into blissful oblivion on the other side.
Jax collapsed on top of her and Ruby was only too happy to hold him close.
