Page 42 of Roots of the Wicked

“Something like that.”

I loved her answer. It enticed a contended smile. I continued riffling through her things and she didn’t even flinch when I picked up her phone and flipped through it. I knew that she wasn’t this open in life, and the thought that she was this way with only me, pleased me. Like she sensed my thoughts, she stated, “If you were anyone else, I would whipped you for being all up in my personal business. You are the nosiest rich man I’ve ever met.”

“You like me being in your business,” I mouthed, inching closer to her on the couch. The tingling pull I didn’t have a name for yet, had me in its mysterious grips.

Her laptop sat across her lap. I lifted it during warp-speed keystrokes and sat it on the coffee table behind me. Her strong glare met mine when I leaned closer.

“I would love to have a taste of your pussy, if you don’t mind?”

Her curious gaze followed my movement when I dropped to my knees in front of her. My fingers slid up her thighs, as I drew closer to her caressing warmth. My eyes were now level with her plush lips. She eased back at my approach, but I continued until my lips touched hers. Her mouth drew tense at first, but her tension eased and her soft lips melted into mine.

The mysterious tingle had returned with a vengeance, sending my heart into chaos as charged currents prickled up and down my spine. My hands slid around her waist, the tips of my fingers aching. Our tongues met halfway, caressing in a sensual embrace that floored me and opened the doorway for those pent-up emotions to rush through. I had never been impaled so deeply by anyone’s kiss. My knees dug into the floor at my desperate need to pull her in tighter.

My intentions were to initiate sex, but something outside my scope of knowledge was pulling the strings.

When her hands journeyed up my arms and met around my neck, I fell deeper into the beautiful rush pulling me under. A low groan sounded in her throat before she tightened her hold on me and slid her tongue from the tip to the back of mine, tasting me, possessing me.

“Jax,” I sighed against her lips. She was all I knew. In this moment, she was my every thought, my every desire.

On a sharp intake, she broke the kiss. If she hadn’t, we would have passed out from lack of oxygen. We eased back. Her hand slid from my nape to the side of my neck, and mine loosened around her waist.

She sat frozen as surprise tightened the corners of her eyes, no doubt digesting the unmistakable realization of what the kiss had stirred between us. This was more than sex, certainly elevated past lust or desire. I was as stunned as she was, unable to move for a moment since I had never experience this.

We had a connection strong enough to make me breathless and filled with a need to do everything in my power to make Jax happy.

Her hands dropped away from me, and she searched my eyes for the answers to her confusion. There were no answers or quick fixes to us. The truth had revealed itself through an unexpected kiss, and her poker face emerged. It was too late. She had embraced the same rush as I had. She had tasted the unshakable force that had rendered me helpless and frightened me beyond measure.

Her breaths rushed. The pulse in her neck thumped a hammering beat under my fingertips, in tune with the beat of my heart. The movement of my other hand over her thighs broke us from the gripping trance we had been pulled into.

My mind recalled why I had gotten on my knees in the first place, so I allowed the raw need to creep back into my bones, lest I be swallowed by the enormity of our truth. Jax noticed the moment I switched gears and relief washed over her. She would rather deal with desire over the confusing rush of emotions. So did I. I was afraid of that other thing, the one that shall remain nameless.

My eager fingertips dug deeper into her thighs, loving the way they filled my hands. I dragged her down on the couch as she watched, propping herself up on her elbows. In response to my heated advances, her body recited a story. Her hard nipples poked at her dress, her breaths whispered her desire in its secret language, and her legs fluttered open and close, tapping at my sides.

“I’m about to feast on your pussy.” I made the statement with the boldness I often reserved for the boardroom. “Do you have any objections?” I questioned, feeding on the hunger pooling in her eyes.

She shook her head, as I placed my hand on her chest and nudged her back into the cushion.

“Relax, I’m about to make you feel good,” I assured, my confidence speaking volumes.

Her tension dissolved, and her eyes volleyed between me and my eager hands, as I reached for her dress zipper.

I enjoyed seeing her in this sexy black dress, but it had dawned on me it could be opened with one long swipe of the golden zipper that ran up the front. “You wore this dress for me, didn’t you? With this zip up front, you have been sending me subliminal messages all night, haven’t you?”

“Yes. I put it on with you in mind.” Her tongue grazed her sexy full lips, wetting them. The subtle movement made her lip piercing sparkle against the light as her eyes blazed with mischief. I unzipped her, dragging the zipper apart with slow ease, loving the sight of her breathless anticipation. I took my time admiring each part spilling from the dress.

The sight of her elegant brown skin snatched my attention. The enticing curves of her full breast covered in thin lace, and the flat plains of her stomach decorated by a small sparkling diamond of her belly button ring. The tantalizing curves that flared out to introduce her hips, filled me with a frantic need. She was all-consuming.

When I slid the zipper past her underwear, I could no longer take the anticipation. I almost ripped her dress completely off. Once open, it fell open at her sides. I looped my fingers into her black sheer panties, dragged them across her thighs, legs, and feet before lifting them to my nose.

Her smooth citrus-vanilla scent was a mouthwatering drug, powerful enough to set my endorphins on fire. I gripped her hips and tugged her closer before I slung one of her legs across my shoulder. With my free hand, I palmed her sexy ass.

My light fingers bit into her tempting brown flesh creating a mixture as exhilarating to watch as she was to touch. I tightened the grip I had on her thigh, dragged her even closer to my waiting mouth, and spread her open.

“You’re so wet for me.” My tongue introduced itself as I licked her, plying her wet lips and sucking up her juices. I was so turned on, I could feel myself leaking precum. My swollen dick ached with need and throbbed like a swarm of angry wasps trying to break free.

“Mmm,” I growled, enjoying the feast that was causing my dick to throb with raging persistence. She was delicious enough to make me savor every drop coating my tongue.

The tiny vertical bar through the hood of her clit slid across my tongue. I eased my tongue past the jewel and found the fleshy hard diamond I was after. Her flavor was sweet and tangy, like a blended mix squeezed from ripe fruit. She was a gift to my taste buds, and I slurped on her.

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