Page 19 of Sins of Seduction
His hand slipped in between their bodies, his clever fingers touching her clit as he spoke and Raven’s hips bucked. “You know what you mean to me, and I’m going to show you just how serious I am. I won’t lose you again, Raven.”
Her climax broke through her body as the sun’s rays peeked over the sky, chasing the darkness away just as Jax had pulled her climax from her body. He swallowed her moans with his kiss as she felt his own orgasm spill inside of her—further intertwining them together.
Raven felt tears prick her eyes as her emotions ran rampant while she was coasting on the high of her climax. She tried to sort out what she was feeling, but the one thing she was able to hold on to was that the sun had come up, it was a new day, and Jax was still here—their bodies tangled in a sweaty and sticky mess. He hadn’t run with the new day and neither had she.
If anything, they held each other tighter. Their breathing and heartbeats matching one another and their bodies relaxing into each other as if they had finally found their peace.
That notion should have settled Raven, but it only heightened her fear because in the fog of her climax, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something lurking in the shadows, watching and waiting to take the very thing that Raven held dear.
Jax stood in Raven’s living room sipping on his coffee. He was well rested; a first in a long time. His mind kept him up most nights, especially once he decided to give up everything he’d been taught to find his own way. His mind had played enough tricks and tormented him that he’d given up the idea of ever resting peacefully again, but one night with Raven had put his mind at ease. She’d done what she did best—coax his demons out to play and lull them to sleep with just her touch.
Jax glanced down at his watch, noting the time. It was eight thirty, they had about an hour before they needed to leave and meet Cruz at the station. Jax tilted his head toward the staircase, listening for sounds that Raven had finally gotten up.
A smile tugged at his lips; they’d worn each other out a mere hour ago. They’d fucked in his Mustang at least three more times before they barely made it through her front door, fucking one last time in her foyer before he put her to sleep with his tongue. Even with the shower, Raven’s scent still coated his skin, making his heart beat wildly in his chest and his cock ache to be inside her again.
“Easy,” he readjusted himself for the third time since he’d been up. He wasn’t young anymore, but something about Raven had him revving and ready to go at a moment’s notice. He had no clue what spell she weaved on him, but he wasn’t all that eager to break it this time.
The sound of the shower coming on followed by a phone ringing had Jax putting his coffee down on the end table. He knew Raven wasn’t a woman that took forever to get ready, and he wanted to make her a cup of coffee for what was to come. He turned around and came face to face with the paintings Raven had hung up in her living room. In the wee hours of the morning he’d been too obsessed with making her cum again that he’d completely forgotten she had these paintings on her walls—honestly, he was more impressed she still had them.
Jax reached out, touching the painting in front of him. His fingertips gently caressed the lines of Raven’s ribs, across her stomach and up in between her chest to her throat. Raven explained that the artist used pencil to draw the lines of her body and added charcoal and blue watercolor to fill in the rest of Raven’s very naked body.
The painting had Raven on her knees, one hand disappearing between her legs, and the other hand touching her neck as her head was tilted back. Her eyes were at half-mast and blood red coated her parted lips. Her golden hair was every bit the deceiving halo it appeared to be. She looked like an innocent angel who just discovered pleasure in the flesh for the first time.
Temptation will be the downfall of us all.
Jax’s grandfather’s words whispered in his ear and Jax ignored him. Raven was a temptation he’d gladly fall for over and over again.
His gaze slid over to the paintings that surrounded the one of Raven. Each one had been painted of Raven and her lovers. A woman on her back, her hands cupping her breasts while Raven’s head was in between her legs. The golden hue of Raven’s eyes outshined the rest of the painting. The artist managed to capture the open invitation and wicked gleam in Raven’s eyes, making it so potent that Jax felt it low in his stomach.
“You know, I always wish we did a full painting together.” Raven’s voice was barely a whisper, but Jax had been fully aware of her nonetheless. From the time the water turned off, he’d been fully attuned to where she was in the house, and it wasn’t because Raven was a heavy walker. If anything she moved around like a ghost, her feet barely touching the floor, but that didn’t stop the pull in his body from reaching out to her, beckoning her to him.
“We do have a painting,” Jax murmured, looking at the tamest one on her wall. It was Raven on her knees looking up at him while he had his thumb in her mouth. The golden hue of her eyes and hair had been brighter in their painting, the love and heat had shown deeper, at least that was what the artist told him, but looking at their painting in comparison to the rest, Jax felt out of place in her life.
He’d been such a shit about these paintings in the beginning of their relationship. An insecure man not understanding the intimacy or the beauty behind the artwork of the human body and now that he was back in Raven’s house, after his experience at Lush last night, he wanted to be on her wall amongst the others, but he wanted to stand out, not be some secret on her wall.
“Actually…,” he picked up his coffee mug and turned to face her. He swallowed his tongue as he took in her ripped jeans that fit her like a second skin and a black top that hung off of one shoulder, exposing just enough skin to run his lips across.
Jax’s long legs quickly closed the distance between them, and Raven’s smile shined brighter than the sun when she looked up at him. “Good morning,” she whispered, while she took the coffee cup from his hands. She took a tentative sip before she scrunched her face up in disgust. “You still don’t make coffee right.” She stuck her tongue out, and Jax chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss on her bare shoulder. His lips left a trail of tender touches up her shoulder before his teeth nipped at her skin. Raven’s head fell to the side, exposing more skin for him to kiss, and he eagerly obliged, letting his tongue trace a path to her rapid pulse.
He gently pushed her back up against the wall, “You always say my coffee sucks, but it doesn’t stop you from tasting it.” He bit her neck, while his hand pushed under her shirt. His name left her lips on a breathy moan. “Don’t drop the cup, Rave.” The timbre of his voice was more animalistic than human as his palm stretched across her stomach to cup her bare breast.
“Such a temptation. How did I know you weren’t wearing a bra under this shirt?” Jax groaned in her ear.
Raven’s light laughter only heightened the tension in the air. “I’m not wearing any underwear either, Pierce.” Her hand cupped him through his jeans, and Jax let out a hiss as she stroked his growing length. The friction and Raven’s taste on his tongue had the tension in his body tightening to an almost unbearable level.
She turned her face, catching his lips in a slow and sensual kiss—her tongue tracing his bottom lip before diving into his mouth as if she was enjoying the taste of her skin on his tongue.
Jax couldn’t breathe unless the air came from Raven’s lungs and with that he found himself being pulled further into her orbit, gladly skipping down whatever dark path she led him on.
Raven pulled away, resting her head against the wall. There was a teasing glint in her eyes, making her look every bit the devil’s consort. Her grip on him tightened as her strokes grew faster. He could feel the precum coat the front of his jeans, and his balls were so heavy they ached.
“You know better than to play the seduction game with me, Pierce. I always win, and as much as I would like a side of cock with this coffee, thanks to last night’s and this morning’s activities, I’m a wee bit swollen.” She gave his cock one last squeeze before she let him go, and Jax pulled his hand out of her shirt. She took another sip of his coffee, and Jax couldn’t stop his smile.
This moment, this conversation, the cock tease, and the drinking of his coffee all felt familiar and domesticated for him. As soon as he stepped back into her life last night, they’d fallen into their old patterns when they lived together. He even slept on his side of the bed, and she was drinking his coffee even though she swore she hated how sweet he made it.
Every time they got back together, Jax always wondered how he was ever able to let her go. They fit; imperfect pieces sliding into place with ease. Being with Raven always felt like an extension of himself, and he truly was an idiot when he cut her loose or he forced her to break up with him.
Don’t fuck it up this time, Pierce.
