Semua Bab Dangerous Curves (Dangerous Curves 1): Bab 31 - Bab 40

Those large hands were moving over her body now, so careful and tender. Jax seemed determined to not hurt her, or frighten her, and she wanted to reassure him that she was OK with him. He touched her like she was made of glass, and she had to do something to show him that she wasn’t going to break under him.She took his hands in her own, holding his eyes. She slid his fingers under her t-shirt, pulled up. He groaned as he felt her smooth skin, and he tugged the material higher to get more access. She raised her arms above her head, and he yanked the shirt off in one strong movement. Jax gazed down at those gorgeous breasts in a plain white bra – no lace, no frills – then pulled her close, his hands running all over her back and shoulders, before clenching in her hair and lifting her to him.He kissed her, and she felt his rough need. In response, she rubbed her nipples against his chest, felt them harden and tingle through the cotton. He made a sound deep in his throat, and he stroke

Sarah reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She threw it on the pool deck, looked at Jax, trying to make out his expression in the darkness. She felt the tension in his huge body as he slowly leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth. The shock of heat on her cool skin was exquisite, and she gave a small shudder.He took his time, feeling her whole body sink down on him as she slowly started to give herself over. He sucked, nibbled, licked, teased; he savored her, really let her get to know his touch. He couldn’t see her, but he could feel her and taste her, and goddamn she was fucking sweet. His cock was hardening and lengthening, but he hardly noticed: his focus was on her, on giving her what she needed.Jax moved to her other breast now, and Sarah let her head fall back. She stared up at the stars above, dazzled at their beauty, dazzled by this tough, gentle man. She felt so wanted, so cherished. He was holding her to his hot mouth, his hands open and pressed into her back,

Silent now, they held each other, their hands and mouths moving slowly over each other’s bodies in the water. They didn’t touch to arouse, or tease into a frenzy. Instead, it was all about comfort and closeness, a way of communicating through the fingertips and the lips. She nuzzled his neck, he traced the curve of her hip; she ran her fingers over his collarbone, he kissed her closed eyelids.Jax was amazed that he wanted to do any of this. Usually he got a woman off, got off himself, and beat it back to the bar. He’d told Sarah that she was different and she was – and she made him want to be different, too. He let his fingers trail over her lower lips again, loving her silkiness. He wondered if the curls there were as red as the ones on her head.“Have you been kissed down here?” he asked softly.“Ummmm. Yeah. A few times.” She was shy and embarrassed again. “Maybe three times.”“And did you enjoy it?”“I guess. I mean – it was like the touching. It felt good, but not great.”“Hmmmm

Jax wasn’t able to identify the emotion rising in his chest right away, but he knew it didn’t feel good. As he stared down at her heavily-made-up face, he was able to give a name to the feeling: disgust. Not for Raylene – because despite being amazingly hot, she gave off an air of desperation that he’d never noticed before, and that made him feel a bit sorry for her. No, the disgust was all for himself.Fuck me. This is all I’ve ever been good for, huh? Banging a chick in my office, having her suck my dick. I’m a fucking mess. He thought about Sarah now. Sarah standing in front of him tonight, touching his chest and shoulders gently, with wonder and awe. Sarah kissing him, so sweet and hot. Sarah wrapped in his arms, coming for him, trusting him to make her feel good. And in this moment, Jax knew that he could give a woman more than just back room sex, or meaningless orgasms. He could give more. He could give Sarah more – and he wanted to.He took Raylene’s hands in his, pulled them a

Jax sat on a chair in the kitchen, watching Sarah. She was making some kind of pasta dish with seafood and a white wine sauce, and it smelled incredible. She looked happy and relaxed, and he found himself smiling like a fucking lunatic, smiling at absolutely nothing. Just her.“OK,” she said as she closed the oven door. “That needs to bake for about forty minutes, on low. You starving, or can you wait that long?”“I’m starving,” he said. “And I can’t wait.”“Oh, damn, Jax. Really? I’m sorry… you want something while you’re waiting?”“Hell, yeah, I do.” He got to his feet now, advanced on her slowly. “You.”Her eyes sparked. “Me?”“You.”He picked her up and carried her to the sofa in the living room. Carefully, he lay Sarah down, smoothed her hair back off her flushed face, then leaned in and kissed her. She responded completely, her tongue meeting his, luxuriating in him.God, he’s delicious, absolutely everywhere. She let her hands run over his body more freely this time. Jax loved