Why the hell was I nervous? I was a grown woman of thirty. I wasn’t some doddering virgin offering myself to an aged lover.
He took my hand and put it on his cock. “Can you feel how hard I am?”
I squeezed slightly, and he groaned, his eyes on mine.
“Aye,” I breathed.
“I want you. But we’re not going to do this if you’re sad or?—”
I pulled my hand away and stood up jerkily. “What the feck does it take for a lass to get laid around here?” I demanded angrily.
He looked at me in shock for a moment and then began to laugh.
Uncontrollably.
Well, the hell with it.
I was about to stomp out of his room when he grabbed me by the waist, his chest against my back, his lips close to my ear. He pushed his erection against my ass. “You want me to fuck you?”
He made me breathless. “Aye.”
He turned me around. “You sure?”
“Aye,” I said in exasperation.
He pushed me onto the bed, my knees hanging over the edge. “Ass up, baby.”
I slid further up, my head close to his pillow. He straddled me and started to unbutton my shirt. “You know what’s the best part of sex?”
“An orgasm?” I suggested sarcastically.
“Well, that’s a requisite, darlin’. But no, the best part is consent. I don’t want you to ever regret this. I don’t want you to ever think that you were weak and you gave yourself to me.”
Feck the man!
If I weren’t already in love with him, I’d be now, wouldn’t I? Why did he have to be so good? Whycouldn’t he be the way I thought Yanks were…arseholes?
“Jax.” I put a hand on him before he proceeded to peel my shirt off. “I want this. I wantyou. I’m not scratching an itch. I wantyou.”
He smiled and brushed his lips against mine. “I want you, too, Dee. Very much.”
My heart began to race as I let go of all the suppressed attraction and denial I’d been holding onto for weeks.
“Now, Dee.” Jax looked at me seriously. “I want you to know something before we get started.”
I waited.
“I’m going to ruin you for other men.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I’m serious. Women get addicted. I just want you to know that could happen to you. I’m okay with that.” He pulled my shirt away and sucked in his breath as he saw me in my lacy bra and jeans. He cupped my breasts. “I don’t mind it at all. In fact, I want you to.”
“What if you’re the one to get, you know…addicted?” I demanded, though my thoughts were scattering because he was scraping his thumbs over my nipples.
“Baby, I already am, and I haven’t even been inside you.”
He kissed the top of my breasts and nuzzled against the fabric that covered my nipple. “I’m going to take this off now.”
