Page 15 of Falling for the Bad Boy Firefighter
His eyes widen slightly, then darken with something primal. "Christ, Penny." His forehead drops to mine. "You're killing me."
"Is that... is that a problem?" I ask, suddenly uncertain.
His laugh is low and soft against my skin. "No, sweetheart." His thumb traces my bottom lip. "But it means we go slow. Very slow."
The promise in his words sends a shiver down my spine. His hand skims down my side, following the curve of my waist to my hip, then back up again, brushing the side of my breast through my dress.
Even that light touch makes me arch into his hand, seeking more. He smiles against my lips, then trails kisses down my jaw to the sensitive spot just below my ear. When his teeth graze the skin there, a small moan escapes me.
"Like that?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.
"Yes," I gasp, my hands clutching at his shoulders.
His fingers find the zipper of my dress, pausing. "May I?"
I nod, helping him slide it down. I resist the urge to cover myself, to hide the fullness of my hips, the softness of my stomach.
But the way Jax looks at me—like I'm a revelation, like he's seeing something miraculous—banishes any insecurity.
His hands follow his gaze, tracing patterns on my skin that leave fire in their wake. When his palm cups my breast over my bra, I arch into his touch, desperate for more.
Jax lowers his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, then lower, nuzzling the swell of my breast. Through the thin fabric of my bra, I feel the heat of his mouth close over my nipple, and a cry escapes me at the sensation.
"Jax," I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He looks up at me, eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want, Penny."
"I want to see you, please" I whisper, tugging at his shirt.
A slow smile spreads across his face as he sits back on his heels, crossing his arms to grasp the hem of his shirt. In one fluid motion, he pulls it over his head, revealing a torso sculpted by years of physical labor and training.
My breath catches at the sight. Tattoos I've only glimpsed before are fully revealed—intricate designs that flow across his chest and down his arms, telling stories I long to learn. But it's the scars that capture my attention—a puckered mark on his shoulder, a long, thin line across his ribs.
I reach out, tracing the scar on his shoulder with gentle fingers. "From the fire department?"
He nods, watching me carefully. "Roof collapse, three years ago."
My fingers continue their exploration, mapping the terrain of his body with wonder. When they reach the waistband of his jeans, his muscles tense visibly.
"Penny," he warns, voice strained.
I look up at him through my lashes. "Show me how," I whisper. "I want to make you feel good too."
A groan escapes him as he captures my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. "You're already making me feel good. Too good."
He lowers himself over me again, his body a delicious weight. His mouth finds mine in a kiss that's deeper, hungrier, as his hand slides beneath me to unclasp my bra. The hunger in his eyes as he looks at me makes me feel desirable, powerful in a way I've never experienced.
The sensation of his mouth on my breast, his tongue circling my nipple, sends waves of pleasure radiating through me. I arch against him, seeking more, my body knowing what my mind can only guess at.
His hand slides lower, tracing the curve of my hip, then dipping between my thighs. Even through the cotton of my panties, his touch ignites me. A whimper escapes my lips as his fingers find the center of my pleasure, stroking gently.
"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice rough with restraint.
"Yes," I gasp. "Please don't stop."
The smile he gives me is almost predatory as he slides down my body, pressing kisses to my stomach, my hip bone, the inside of my thigh. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, drawing them slowly down my legs.
And then I'm completely bare before him, more vulnerable than I've ever been. But there's no fear, only anticipation as he settles between my thighs, looking up at me with a question in his eyes.
