He drew back, his eyes dark and hooded. “I’m all yours, Officer Gentry.” He tossed his wallet to the bed.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t quite as skilled at getting underwear off as Jaxon. Especially when the cotton was damp . . . and there was impressive, protruding object she had to navigate around. She finally succeeded in getting them off, but once he stood there in all his naked masculine glory, waiting for her to please him like he’d pleased her, nerves set in.
She knew next to nothing about pleasing a man. How could she compete with all the experienced women he’d probably been with? There was no doubt she was going to make a fool of herself.
A touch on her chin brought her out of her thoughts and she lifted her gaze to Jaxon’s concerned eyes.
“If you don’t want to continue, that’s okay, Tull. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“No. It’s not that. I just . . .” She really didn’t want to have this conversation, but she knew it was one they needed to have. “I’m just a little nervous. The thing is . . . umm . . . this is my first time doing this.” When he stared at her with confusion, she rushed on. “Not the first time I’ve been with a guy. I’ve had boyfriends. We just never went this far.” She hesitated. “I never let things go this far. I guess it’s the entire rule following thing. My pastor stressed keeping your virginity until you were married and I took it to heart. But I no longer want to be that rule follower.” She paused, struggling to find the right words. She chose the ones he’d given her. “I want to be who I am and do what I want. And I want you, Jaxon.”
He stood there looking at her for a long moment and she figured he was about to run for the hills. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. “I want you too, Tully. And I’m proud of you for going after what you want, but this is a big decision. Are you sure you want your first time to be with me?”
She drew back and cradled his face in her hands. “I wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else.”
She wondered if he was going to turn and walk out the door.
Instead, a possessive look entered his eyes. “Call me a selfish bastard, but I don’t want anyone being your first but me.” He gave her an aching sweet kiss, before he pulled back and slid a thumb along her bottom lip. “There’s no need to be nervous. We’re only going to do what you’re comfortable doing. Just being here with you is enough for me.”
Talk about the perfect words.
All her nerves completely evaporated and she kissed him. This time, there was nothing sweet about it. She kissed him like she’d been wanting to kiss him since he stepped out the back door of Honky Tonk Heaven looking like every good girl’s bad boy dream. While she was hungrily enjoying his lips, her hand wandered down his ripped stomach to capture his hard length.
It was velvety soft and at the same time pure steel. She closed her fingers around it and tested that steeliness with a tight squeeze. His head dropped back as a sexy moan released from his throat. His reaction gave her enough courage to slide her hand to the domed tip. It was wet. She captured the moisture and used it as lubricant for her next strokes.
She knew her technique was clumsy, but it didn’t seem to matter. Jaxon looked like he was enjoying her awkward play. His eyes slammed shut as he moaned again. His abdominal muscles twitched as he came up on his toes, pressing more fully in her hand.
“Damn, Tully,” he gritted out between his teeth.
Wanting more than anything to give him an orgasm like he’d given her, she lowered to her knees. But before she could take him into her mouth, he lifted her back to her feet.
“Sorry, baby, but if you touch me with that sweet mouth of yours, I’m not going to last two seconds.” He kissed her and whispered against her lips. “I want to take things slower.”
Once they were in bed, he did take things slower, kissing her languidly as his hands ran over her body as if he wanted to learn every square inch of her. When he’d turned her into a trembling puddle of need, his hand slipped between her legs and his thumb settled on her clit while a finger slid inside her wet heat. The combination had her hips coming off the mattress and a desperate-sounding groan coming from her lips.
“You like that, baby?” He whispered against her lips as he brushed his thumb in back and forth. “You want more?” Before she finished nodding, he had another finger inside her.
“Jax . . . please.”
“Oh, I’m going to please you, Tully. I’m going to please the hell out of you.” He crooked his fingers and brushed faster with his thumb and she saw stars as another orgasm crashed over her.
He drew his fingers out and sat up on the edge of the bed. She started to complain, but then stopped when he slid over her and she got to feel every hard inch of him.
With one tatted forearm braced beside her head, he used his other hand to guide himself in. He took his time, teasing her with the head of his erection before nudging in by slow degrees. The entire time, his whiskey-colored eyes gauged her reaction.
It wasn’t painful. Just uncomfortable.
Once he was fully seated, he kissed her, or more like made love to her mouth with deep pulls and sensuous brushes of his tongue. By the time the kiss was over, she realized the discomfort had faded. All that remained was a deep stretching feeling—a fullness.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes. Are you?”
He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. “More than okay.”
He started to move then, slow pullouts and even slower push ins. She didn’t know if it was the sudden friction or the care in which he was handling her that made desire well once more. On his next slow thrust, her hips lifted to meet him.
That seemed to break his control.
