Page 63 of Dirty Gambit

“Perfect.” He repeated the motion, forming a little circle that sent her head back and her back arching. “Do you like that?”

“Yes!” she sobbed, shoving herself harder against his hand.

“What about this?” Before she could think, he’d lowered his head and sucked her clit into his mouth.

Lena cried his name even as her hands flew to close over the back of his head. She made no effort to stop him when he bent her knees up to her chest, splaying her to the tongue he dragged over and along the dips and hollows of her sex, cleaning the mess he’d caused. Lena could only watch in helpless torment as he consumed her with the ruthless hunger of a man who hadn’t eaten in months. He forced his tongue inside her and Lena lost it. She rode his face, demanding more, demanding he stop the sweet agony while silently begging for it to never end.

By the time he emerged, mouth swollen, chin dripping, she was ready to take matters into her own hands and fuck him herself. She was ready to impale herself on his cock and burn in the fire blazing inside her. She was so ready and hot, she didn’t even stop to think when she grabbed his hair and hauled him into place on top.

“Fuck me, Westwick!” she snarled.

His answer was a sly smirk and the hard thrust of his hips driving him deep into her waiting body.

Lena froze.

Jaxon remained perfectly still, watching her, waiting for even a hint to pull back. Between them, his body was nestled perfectly in place inside her. The thick, full feel of him pulsing along her walls elicited a weak gasp from her. Her nails curled into his shoulder blades, teetering between the uncomfortable pressure and the overwhelming knowledge that he was inside her.

“Oh my God!” she breathed, following the length of his chest to where their bodies met.

“Okay?” he asked.

Lena gave a breathless chuckle. “It feels so weird but so good.”

Jaxon’s mouth curled at the corners. “It gets better.”

She didn’t stop him when he draped his weight into her arms and rocked. It started as slow, gentle, shallow thrusts that helped ease her tense muscles. When she moaned and met every plunge, he quickened the motion, driving faster and harder, always angling downward, grinding his length along her clit, driving her to the cliff’s edge. Lena swore into the flexing muscles of his shoulder as her body hovered. Her eyes twisted closed.

“Let go, baby,” he urged into her ear. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

That did it.

That was the push her body needed. She came with a mindless babble of pleas for him not to stop. She shattered into a million glorious pieces while he held her and plunged harder.

“Fuck. Lena.”

She felt him shudder in her arms. The violent tremor racked through his body, ending where she could feel him pulsing in rapid bursts and heat exploded inside the rubber.

For several minutes, neither of them moved. The only sound in the room was their combined breaths panting between them. Then, with careful slowness, Jaxon pulled back. Lena’s arms tightened around his shoulders as he slipped out of her, leaving her empty and cold.

“Put him back,” she whispered into his ear.

Jaxon snarled something into the column of her throat that sounded like,I could live in you,but she couldn’t be sure when she was cocooned in the blissful arms of post release. His arms tightened around her. She must have dozed because Jaxon shifting upright jostled her awake. She squinted through the darkened room at the figure sitting up beside her.

“Are you leaving?” she asked, fighting to keep the hurt out of her voice.

Cool sheets were pulled over their sweat soaked and tired limbs. He flopped back down and dragged her to him, tucking her into his chest. “No, baby. Go back to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.”

Something in the tone suggested he meant a lot more than just that night. Lena was feeling too selfish and content to let the oily fingers of doubt and fear slip in. That was a problem for sunrise.

She shut her eyes and snuggled in deep.

Chapter Twelve

JAXON

Jaxon reached for her in his sleep, eyes fused shut, brain still twisted around the dream of satin limbs and husky moans to find her already coiled in his arms. Slender limbs intertwined with his, locking them together in the shadows. Jaxon couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken to someone still in his bed, still snuggled against his chest as if the very idea of pulling away had never registered. Past women usually rolled to their respective sides of the bed, dragging the sheets around them and promptly dozing. A few had immediately gathered their things after and set out. Either one had been fine with him. He never considered himself a snuggling type. But opening his eyes to Lena’s dark head nestled in the hollow of his throat, her slender arm banded around his ribcage, he couldn’t stop the tidal wave of something fierce and protective from climbing up his chest. He couldn’t stop the tightening of his own grip on her or the light brush of his fingers along the slope of her cheek.

Lena remained lost in her deep slumber, her warm, easy breaths whispering across his skin. He wondered if the toll of the last few days had knocked her out or their intense and passionate lovemaking the night before. Whichever it was, he was glad for it; he’d never met anyone who took such little care of themselves. Her blatant disregard for her own health and life drove him crazy. But what she lacked in self-care, she made up for in spades with her protectiveness over the people she cared about. He knew aunts and uncles who couldn’t even remember their own niece and nephew’s birthdays. But Lena would put her life down for Jessie. She would sacrifice her own freedom for her. That kind of love and devotion couldn’t be bought. It couldn’t be faked. Lena loved so completely and possessively it took his breath away.

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