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He blew a cool breath over the wet skin he had just licked.

I jerked beneath him.

He did it again.

And again.

By the time I realized what he was doing, I was already grabbing at the leaves beside me, frustrated enough to curse at him.

He seemed delighted.

"Dios, reina," he murmured between slow strokes of his tongue. "You taste so fucking good."

I made a sound I would have been embarrassed by under almost any other circumstances.

His hands tightened around my thighs.

"Listen to yourself," he said, his voice low and amused. "I've wanted my mouth on you since the first time you told me to go away."

Then he said something else in Spanish, too quickly for me to understand, and laughed when I demanded to know what it meant.

He didn't tell me.

Instead, when I was close enough that the teasing had stopped being funny, he finally gave me what I wanted.

His mouth settled over my clit, and both of his hands closed around my hips to keep me steady. This time he didn't pull away. He kept the same pressure and rhythm while I twisted beneath him, my heels digging into the soft ground and my fingers closing around fistfuls of leaves.

"Jax—"

He didn't stop.

My whole body tightened.

The orgasm hit me hard enough that I cried out, louder than I meant to, the sound carrying through the trees. Somewhere overhead, a flock of rooks burst out of the canopy in a sudden rush of wings.

Jax stayed exactly where he was until the last shudder had passed through me.

He had said he wouldn't let go so easily.

Apparently he had meant it.

When I could think clearly again, he was lying with his cheek resting against my thigh, looking up the length of my body with his gold eyes half closed. The expression on his face was so smug that I started laughing again, although there wasn't much strength behind it.

"You taste," he announced, "like I'm going to die happy."

"You're insufferable."

"I'm excellent." He kissed the inside of my knee. "And the rooks agree."

I reached down, caught the front of his sweater, and pulled him back up to me. When I kissed him, I could taste myself on his mouth, and I didn't care in the slightest.

He was still hard against my hip through his pants.

I slid my hand down toward his belt.

His hand closed gently over mine before I could undo it.

"Not yet."