Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1) (32 page)

With his hands on her hips, Jax toyed with the lace on her purple, mind-melting matching panties. “I bet you looked like a million bucks on the dance floor in that naughty as fuck dress, baby. Shaking your ass and giving every guy with half a brain cell a hard-on heart attack.”

He smiled when she whimpered. Brynn needed to understand that he wasn’t mad at her—no way did he want to suppress her joy at something so basic and simple. She wanted to dance? And do it in a revealing dress that made his breath catch in his throat? No fucking problem.

“There’s an awesome underground club in Philly that’ll knock your Louboutin’s off. I’d love to take you there, baby. Work up a sweat, down a couple of Mojitos. Grind that hot body on mine. Panties optional as long as you’re with me.”

“Oh, Jax,” she murmured.

“What? Don’t think I can keep up?” He laughed and bit the lobe of her ear. “Got some serious moves babe and the louder the music, the better.”

She whirled around to face him, and he felt her eyes search his face. “Really? You want to take me dancing?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he told her with a smirk. Grabbing hold of her hips, he yanked her hard against him for emphasis. “You. Me. Crushed together on a dance floor with your sexy ass covered by an indecent dress. Every guy in the place knowing that only I get to pin you down and spread your thighs for a private, naked rhumba between the sheets? Fuck to the yeah.”

Jax knew he was stretching his anxiety issues to the max with such a suggestion. Something about flashing lights and thundering bass beats could prove to be an easy trigger, but he somehow knew if she were there, pressing her delectable body to his and looking at him with those wicked sexy eyes, he’d be okay. Fuck. The realization hit him like a Humvee going a hundred miles an hour. She was a bridge between the agonies of his past and how he hoped his future would unfold. He actually felt that, with Brynn by his side, all things were possible.

She was clutching his shirt again, and he saw another flash of uncertainty cross her beautiful face. “About the no panties thing,” she mumbled. Looking straight into his eyes with an unrelenting stare she added, “That was a first. I swear. Not exactly my style. And I’d never,
ever
do something like that again. Not unless you wanted me to.” That last part came out with a breathy sigh and the cutest flush of embarrassed pink creeping up her neck.

Jax pushed his hand between her legs and cupped the lace-covered mound of her femininity. “Just so we’re clear, love,” he growled. “This is mine, and I do not share.
Ever
. And it wasn’t your choice of wardrobe that set me off. It’s that I wasn’t there to keep an eye on you. Don’t mistake my reaction with disapproval, Brynn.”

He must have said the right thing because she pressed against him and lunged at his mouth, curling her arms about his neck with a possessive fervor that thickened his blood. She didn’t say it, but he knew from her reaction that they were in sync on the sharing thing. Betrayed by her husband, whether she loved him or not, had to have been a bitter pill to swallow. That ass fucking dickwad had personally delivered the materials for the protective wall she’d erected around her heart that Jax was determined to dismantle brick by brick.

B
RYNN WANTED TO CRY; ONLY this time not from fear and anxiety that she was losing Jax. It hadn’t escaped her attention that he’d found several different ways to let her know that nothing she’d done had been out of line or inappropriate. He’d also been blunt with her about the emotional toll the war had taken on him making it crystal clear that his protective instincts were set to high at all times. Something deep and profound was happening between them, she knew that. He was complex and flawed, and she needed to be vigilant and stay aware so she didn’t inadvertently push any of his buttons again because she couldn’t bear the fact that her foolishly naïve dumb blond moment had caused him such distress.

She loved kissing him. Loved the way his hands roamed her body. He was taking his good sweet time with her and drawing out the pleasure, but she wanted more. Now.

“You have too many clothes on,” she muttered against his open mouth when she paused their kiss.

“Yeah, I know.” He shrugged and grabbed a good handful of her lace-covered ass.

Thank fucking God she and Rhi were mostly the same size because she’d appropriated her entire Victoria’s Secret purchase before leaving New York. Knowing Jax would pick her up at the train station, she’d been anxious to tantalize him with the sexy new lingerie. And judging by the fact that he hadn’t ripped it off her so far, he was enjoying her efforts.

Keeping both hands on her ass, he canted his hips forward so she could feel the unmistakable proof of his manhood pressing into her saying, “Take my shirt off babe. Slowly. I want to watch your elegant hands undoing the buttons one by one.”

Oh God. He thought she had elegant hands? She had to smile because it was exciting to hear that considering she had a bad case of hand lust going on where his big, manly paws were concerned.

The bulge in his pants became a distraction once Brynn began unhurriedly slipping each button on his grey shirt through its hole. Without realizing it, she was shimmying on the protrusion as she concentrated on the task at hand. He let her know he wasn’t immune to the heat coming off her body or the seductive wiggle when he slapped her butt and groaned with a chuckle, “If you keep doing that I’m going to have to teach your naughty ass a lesson. I’m making love to you this time Brynn. Slow, deep, endless. Don’t try any of your wicked distractions on me woman.”

His teasing ass swat made her giggle as she finished with the last button and spread his shirt wide before tearing it down his muscular arms and tossing it aside. Goddammit but he had a magnificent chest. She put her palms flat on his well-defined pecs and sighed. Sweeping her fingers down his sides, she saw goosebumps appear on his skin.
With deliberate slowness, Brynn leaned into him until the tips of her breasts in their lacy lingerie just barely made contact.
Mmmmm, yes.

It wasn’t a hardship to enjoy the shudder that moved through him. It was intoxicating to know that she had such a strong effect on him, even with such an innocent movement.

“Okay,” he growled only this time he wasn’t laughing. “Enough of that, witch. You’ll have to wait until I’m good and ready if you think you’re going to enchant me that way.”

She gave him a naughty pout and an exasperated grunt. “Fine. But know this Jackson Merrill, your body is like a drug. The best kind. And I’m already addicted so making me wait only means when it’s my turn, there’ll be no mercy.”

The look of satisfied triumph on his face made her shiver. He wanted her to desire him the same way he lusted after her. Letting him know it was completely mutual only seemed fair.

“It’s a damn shame to take off the bra, baby. You look like a queen in purple. Definitely a good color for you. But I’m hungry for those beautiful tits.” His fingers had moved to her back and were deftly unsnapping the hooks that were keeping her covered. Slipping first one lace edged strap off her shoulder and then the other, he drew the lingerie away from her breasts and stopped. Going quite still, he just stared at her heaving chest. She could feel the appreciation coming off him in waves. He took a deep shuddering breath. And then another, looking into her eyes with an expression of utter longing.

When his two big hands covered her sensitive mounds, Brynn threw back her head and moaned. His strong fingers kneading her breasts almost caused her knees to buckle. Using his thumbs to circle the firm peaks he murmured, “Such pretty nipples. Begging to be kissed.” She clutched at his arms to keep standing.

He walked her in reverse until the backs of her knees hit the side of the bed. She was grateful for the anchor, immediately putting her hands to her sides on the mattress for balance and pretty effectively pushing her breasts in his face. The way he was looking at her made her feel devoured.

In the shadowy light Brynn’s gaze roamed the captivating sight they made. Jax with his impressive muscled chest and her with pale skin and his deeply tanned hands shaping and molding her breasts. What was that sound? It was her, she realized, panting with need, overcome by something she couldn’t name as she watched him make love to her flesh with his eyes and hands. It was exhilarating.

His head lowered, and he slowly licked a distended nipple. The trail of saliva from his tongue glistened in the moonlight. He did it again. And yet again while Brynn whimpered softly, watching. Switching to the other side, Jax repeated the action slow enough to make her legs tremble and shake. She was losing her mind, and all he was doing was licking her.

“Jax,” she groaned. His eyes found hers in the darkness.

“I know, baby,” he murmured. “They’re just so fucking beautiful, but you want me to suck them don’t you?”

She grabbed two handfuls of the bedclothes and moaned, nodding her head. The way he held a swollen breast in each of his big hands was incredibly erotic.

“Just a little bit more, love,” he rumbled as his tongue returned to the slow, sensuous licking that was driving her insane.

She couldn’t take any more. Spearing her fingers into his hair she tried to force the issue. “Please,” she begged desperately.

He found her eyes again and the first thing she noticed was the swirling clouds of arousal that made the beautiful hazel color flash with an amber hue. A swift gasp tore from her throat. The look was exciting and downright irresistible. He kept eye contact with her and only broke away when his lips closed on one of her hard nubs and drew it into his mouth for a hard suckle. His grunt and her moan mingled in the silence.

He went back and forth, lavishing attention on each puckered nipple until she thought she’d go mad. His mouth was voracious then soft, alternating between fierce sucking and gentle tugs.

A vision appeared in her mind, one that both seduced and startled her. She saw a babe crowned with the same sable hair she had her fingers tangled in nestled against her skin with its hungry mouth stretched around a rosy nipple, greedily feasting on her breast. Brynn sucked in a low moan. When Jax reacted, he released her nipple with a final nip and stared into her soul. She had no idea what he saw but twin slashes of color appeared on his handsome cheeks and his gaze became veiled. Had they each been thinking the same thing? Until that very moment it had never occurred to her that a man, any man, would get caught up in yearning for babies and the fulfillment that would come from sharing that longing with another.

She grabbed his face in her hands and brought his mouth to hers. Whatever it was that was passing between them just then, she wanted to taste it, absorb the sensation, savor and share the hopeful, love-struck optimism arcing through her.

Their kiss was wet, slow, and deep. It was as if their lips were meant to be together, slanting this way and that. Tasting, devouring, hungry for more. Brynn was on fire for him and before too long she realized he had moved them both onto the bed where he rested against a pile of pillows along the antique headboard and her back pressed to his chest as she half reclined between his thighs with her head upon his shoulder.

His boots were gone. So were his pants. They were each still wearing one last bit of clothing; she in her lacy purple panties and he in boxer style cotton briefs that molded to his sexy body. His manhood pressed into her backside as he held her firm against him. Once again, he’d created a visual for her to be captivated by with her legs spread out before her, bracketed by his manly thighs as one hand continued to stroke her breasts while the other feathered gentle swiping caresses across her belly.

She put a hand on top of the one he was massaging her aching tits with while her other was digging into the flesh of a hairy thigh. She rolled her head on his shoulder to give his mouth full access to her neck, an invitation he readily accepted. The way he nibbled on her flesh, stopping occasionally to lick and sharply nip with his teeth, had her moaning softly. Brynn loved the way he consumed that small area of skin. She could feel him marking her with his mouth and encouraged him with a shuddering moan as she arched her back and let her body beg for more.

When his fingers began toying with the elastic of her panties, her heart began thumping so loud she swore she could hear it. Her legs began shifting and moving restlessly. Why was he teasing her this way? Didn’t he know she wanted his touch between her legs? Fuck. She
needed
it. Now.

She moved her hand and covered the one playing with the purple lace, pushing and prodding, trying to force him to move faster. He answered her unspoken demand by sucking her earlobe into his mouth and biting down. Hard. Brynn squealed and writhed as her control began to slip.

“Open your eyes baby. I want you to watch while I slide my hand inside those sexy as fuck panties. What will I find, h
mmmm
? Are you wet, love? Do you need my fingers stroking your clit? Delving deep inside your wet heat? Tell me what you want, Brynn. Don’t hold back.”

Brynn groaned—loud, long, and desperately. She tried to spread her legs, open up even more for his exploration of her most private flesh, but the placement of his thighs prevented it. In an audacious move that shocked her, she moved her bottom and placed her legs on either side of his, digging her feet into the mattress. Now that she had some leverage, she began bucking her hips while her hand remained on top of his as it slid slowly into her panties.