Page 12 of Intrigued By Love

“That’s the point. I want it so complicated that all you can think about is me.” He lifted the material of my skirt and ducked underneath, making me shiver as his nose nudged the damp lips of my sex. “So complicated that you can’t stand the idea of us being apart.”

I clenched the railing, wanting so desperately to feel that wicked mouth on me. Two years without his touch, without his demands, without his seduction.

My battery-operated boyfriend was no substitute for the way Jax knew precisely how to make my body sing. Hell, no man before him had known everything I needed, everything I wanted or dared to want.

He took a quick swipe with his tongue, grazing my clit and making me release the railing to grip his head. In response, Jax bit my labia. Not hard enough to hurt but to give me the warning sting telling me to put my hands back.

“Dammit.”

“The rules are the rules. You want my mouth on your cunt, then you keep your hands where I put them. Two years apart couldn’t have caused you to forget the way it was with us.”

Why couldn’t he let this be something simple, without a touch of the memories of our past?

It would be so much easier if this were just a quick fuck for old times’ sake.

“Want me to stop?”

I shook my head. “No, please. It’s been so long.”

“Then keep your hands on the railing unless I give you permission to move.”

Jax cupped my ass, drawing me closer to his mouth.

Logic said I shouldn’t do this. That it was only going to cause me problems. But Jax had been the only man to touch me during the last seven years, and I needed to feel his hands so desperately, I knew I’d regret turning him down. I could give myself this one last time to indulge in Jax and then learn to live a life without him.

“Are the rules clear?” He spoke against my sensitive clitoral nub and then followed it by blowing out a teasing breath.

My hands slid back into place and I folded my fingers around the railing. “Y-yes.”

The pulsing in my core intensified to a level I hadn't experienced in so long.

The tip of his tongue grazed the wet folds of my sex. “Fuck. You taste incredible. I have to have more.”

The next second, he pushed his shoulders between my thighs and descended on my pussy. Licking, sucking, devouring.

It was too much, too much. I screamed as an unexpected orgasm rocked through me. I gasped in air while holding the iron under my palms in a death grip.

“That’s it, love. Let me hear your pleasure.”

He held me against his mouth, working every ounce of pleasure possible from me. Then he wiped his soaked face along my inner thigh. He shifted from under my skirt, grasping the waistband, and tugged until the soft fabric pooled at my feet.

His gray eyes blazed almost black with desire as he took in my half-naked body.

God, what was I doing?

He rose, grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulled it over my head, and then clasped my waist in a familiar, possessive hold. “Yes or no?”

Why was he asking now? I was butt naked. Plus, he’d made me come harder than I’d come in years.

“Kai.” There was a rumble of impatience in his tone. “The only way I’m going to fuck you is if you say it loud and clear. I won’t let you claim it was a mistake or some bullshit after. I know you better than anyone.”

I wanted to argue but I couldn’t. He did know me—my moods and my indecisiveness when it came to what I wanted and what I should have.

I gazed into his eyes, body aching for him, knowing nothing could come of this.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Thank God.” He lifted me into his arms as if I weighed nothing and carried me inside. “I wasn’t sure of my sanity if I had to leave here without burying myself deep in your cunt.”

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