Chapter 15 #2
Once the fabric falls open, revealing a body sculpted by discipline and demand, I can barely breathe. He has a patch of hair on his chest, making him even more of a man…if that could even be possible.
This is the version of him I’ve been waiting to meet. Not the billionaire. Not the mentor. Not the legend or my dad’s friend. Just the most handsome, distinguished man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
He reaches for the strap of the red dress he picked out for me to wear. “Is this what you want?”
The question and the promise of what’s coming slice through the air.
“Yes, Jax. More than you could ever know.” My nipples harden and poke through the material.
His gaze turns lethal. But his hands… God, his big, thick hands are calming and gentle.
“I’ll take my time.” He brushes the strap down my shoulder with a sinful stare that makes my entire body quake. “But understand this, Livianna…”
He leans in, his mouth hovers just above mine. “There is nothing soft about what I feel for you.”
Oh my…
He doesn’t give me time to respond. He kisses me again, the passion in it fiery. It’s not louder, but lower, molten and controlled like a fire designed to burn for hours instead of flashing and fading away.
His hands explore but never rush. He relishes every move he makes. Once my dress is removed, my nerves don’t spike. They disappear, and a breathy moan slips free.
“Jax, I want you.”
“Then you’ll have me. And now you’re mine.” He lays me back on the bed, his tongue trailing lower, tracing the outline of every emotional place I’ve guarded until now.
Something deep inside me dislodges and falls away. I’m not sure exactly what it is, but—
“Tonight, Livianna, I’m going to discover you and what you like.” His tongue skims the inside of my thigh. “And I won’t stop until I know every inch of you.”
Wetness pools between my legs. My lower abdomen aches with a yearning built up over years of wanting this man. I never thought I’d get this opportunity and, wow, it’s downright more than I imagined it could ever be.
His declaration feels both sacred and forbidden. He sheds the rest of his clothes, then kneels before me, his hooded gaze never leaving mine.
My pulse kicks up as his hands glide over my thighs and up my waist at a steady pace. The heat of his touch is electric, sending pulses through my body I can’t control.
Blood races through my veins. I’m exposed in a way that has me shaking out of both trepidation and exhilaration.
“Jax…” My voice is raspy and full of want.
“Look at me,” he commands, low and firm. The intensity of his stare burns into me. “You’re mine tonight, Livianna. Every breath, every moan, every tremble…they all belong to me.”
A thrill shoots through me. My hands grip the sheets beneath me as he moves closer.
I let out a whimper, my head tilting back. “I want you to touch me, Jax. Make me feel alive.”
A growl escapes him as he continues to touch my body. His hands trace the curves of my breasts, my hips, my thighs. I squirm and moan beneath his palms, my body responding to him in the most intoxicating way.
He takes his time, savoring every moment, from every brush of his fingertips to every kiss. This man knows how to ignite me in ways I’ve never experienced, and he’s only just begun.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you, Livianna?” He trails his lips down my neck.
His hands cup my breasts, thumbs circling my hardened nipples.
“Yes.” I arch into his touch, a gasp ripping from my lungs.
“Just tell me if you need something different.”
“Jax, please.” I groan, my hands fisting in his hair, urging him on.
He obliges. His mouth closes over one nipple while his hand teases the other. My low moans fill the room, my body writhing beneath him as he continues his exploration. His caress grows bolder, more demanding.
His need is obvious, and it fuels my own. I want him—all of him. And I want him now.
I roll my hips to show him where I want him to go. He gets the point and trails kisses down my stomach.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I want you to taste me,” I whisper, my voice thick with greedy anticipation.
He smiles. It’s a wicked, pleased twitch of his lips as he lowers.
My arousal fills the air, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. He takes a moment to admire me, his gaze roaming over my body, taking in every inch.
He starts with his tongue tracing gentle circles on my inner thigh. I squirm and grasp his shoulders. I’m going out of my mind with his touch. He moves higher, finally finding my center.
I cry out, my hips bucking. “Yes…just like that.”
He takes his time ravishing every part of me. He delves deeper, tasting, teasing, driving me wild. His hands, his fingers, his mouth… It’s all too much. Too good.
I’m approaching the edge. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding on as if he’s the only thing keeping me grounded.
He slips a finger inside me, then another, curling them to hit that sweet spot. He never stops the steady, circling attention on my clit.
“Jax…” My body convulses as waves of pleasure crash over me. “Oh my God.”
My walls tighten as I ride out my orgasm. When I can’t take any more, his fingers slip out.
He gives my swollen bud one last gentle lick, then he gives me a moment to come down.
I tremble with the aftershocks, a soft moan of satisfaction escaping me. He makes his way back up my body, capturing my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, silently begging for more. His scent and his hardness drive me wild with desire.
The tension builds inside me, coiling tighter with every passing second. I’m about to let go and hand myself over to him completely when a realization smacks me in the face.
“Jax, stop.”