All Chapters of Dangerous Curves (Dangerous Curves 1): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

He frowned. “Why is that now?”Sarah glanced up at him. “Because you frequent the crash rooms with strangers from your bar. You’ve been with – I don’t know, hundreds of women, right? Thousands, even? Sex is obviously important to you, but it’s also no big deal, if you’re willing to have it with anybody at all.” She shrugged. “You propositioned me within an hour of laying eyes on me for the first time in your life. Looking the way you do, I’m guessing that you do that a lot, and that women just fall in front of you with their legs open.”Uh, yeah, baby. That’s usually the way it goes. Until you came along.“OK, yeah Jax, you’re hot, and when you kissed me, it was amazing,” Sarah said quietly. “But I told you when we met that I wasn’t your type, and I still believe that. This isn’t going to happen, Stud. No way you can be happy with just one woman, especially a woman who has no experience at all. And no way I can be happy with a guy who’s with other women in some bar back room most nigh

Are you crazy?” Helen’s kind face was shocked. “You’re actually thinking about saying no to this guy? Why?”Sarah glanced over at Noah, but he was absorbed in eating his lunch.“Because I’m not sure that agreeing to a relationship that’s on a clock, right from the word go, is the best idea.”“What’s the alternative?” Helen asked. “No relationship at all?”“Well…”“Sarah, all relationships are on a clock. Don’t you get that? When two people start dating, they either end up staying together until one of them dies, or they break up, and nobody knows which one will happen at the beginning. All that’s before we consider things like illness and accidents and cheating and divorces and people moving for jobs. I mean, God… any man who showed up in your life would be on a clock, one way or another.”“Yeah.” Sarah thought about that. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”“You guess?” Helen shook her head. “Listen, I’ve been through two husbands and two divorces, and you-don’t-want-to-know how many relat

Jax lowered his lips to hers, and she shuddered at the contact. He got to his feet now, pulled her up roughly. He walked her backwards, kissing her the whole time, and Sarah felt the wall hit her back. She gasped as Jax pressed his entire length against her, trapping her, surrounding her. She’d never felt so overpowered and overwhelmed; so taken control of and taken. And she fucking loved it.Jax lifted his lips away, no more than an inch. “You alright?”“Yes.” She was breathless, her eyes bright. “Better than alright.”He ran his large hands down her trembling body, stopped at her waist. He pressed his strong fingers into her soft hips, and she arched, just a bit, at the pressure. Then his mouth was on hers again, more demanding and hotter than before. “Touch me too,” he whispered. “Don’t be shy.”Sarah realized that her hands had been balled into fists at her side, but his words unlocked something in her, like he’d given her permission to do something forbidden. Risky. Pleasurable.

Jax stepped into the house, his body taking up an astonishing amount of space in the small room. He took it all in: the sparse furnishings, the cheap dishes on the counter, the effort Sarah had made at painting a bit of brightness into the kitchen. Timid, shy, Sarah looked up at him, saw no judgment on that tough face. Not like Dave, who'd always acted like he was going to catch something every time he entered the house and breathed the air. More than once, she’d had to fight down the urge to ask him if he wanted her to fetch him a plastic sheet to sit on. “Jax, this is my Mom, Annie Matthews. Mom, Jax Hamill.”They regarded each other, both seeing quite a bit, neither one totally sure that they liked what they saw. From Annie’s side, she saw a whole lot of trouble and heartache – a hot biker playing business owner, a guy who’d been with far too many women, a man who was going to screw her daughter over, in every sense of the expression.Jax looked at Sarah’s mother, and saw a woman

They were out on the patio above the backyard. Sarah drank her wine, then rested her head against the back of her chair and closed her eyes.“You OK?”She looked at Jax, standing next to the smoking barbecue. She admired his arms in his tight black t-shirt.“Yeah, I’m fine. Just enjoying the silence.”“You ever get away from the city?” Jax flipped the burgers.“Oh, no. Never. I wish I did. I love a big, open sky.”“Well, just hang on a few hours. The stars out here are something else.”“I bet.” She looked around again. “I just – I can’t believe you live out here like this.”“No?”“No. It seems so… cozy. Homey.”“Yeah, well.” Jax took a drink of his wine. “I didn’t have too much of that when I was growing up, and as soon as I could afford it, I made damn good and sure I got it for myself.”“Tough childhood?” she asked softly.“Oh, yeah, baby. Tough as it gets.”She paused. “You want to tell me about it?”Jax glanced at her, briefly. Normally, he didn’t talk about it, not with anyone. B