Reckless (Renegades #1) (9 page)

“
God, yes
,” she whispered. Once the words were out there, the fire that had been smothered by fear burned through and engulfed her body. “I’m just not used to… I mean, I’ve never done this.”

He moved closer but didn’t press against her. His heat and scent grew stronger. His hand made another pass over her hair, this time pushing his fingers in and combing it. Her scalp tingled. The sensation traveled down her neck and spine. Tightened the skin of her chest and puckered her nipples. She’d never known such a simple touch could feel so sexual.

His head lowered, and his smooth, freshly shaven chin rubbed her temple as he murmured, “I’m just figuring that out. I’m sorry I didn’t catch on sooner. I was focused on the identity thing when I should have been focused on—”

“It’s not you,” she said. “You’re perfect.”

He laughed softly, the sound filled with yeah-right attitude, and trickled over her skin, prickling like warm water on cold flesh. His breath was warm and minty, making her want to taste him.

His hand paused in her hair, and she tilted her head back, her temple touching his. “Don’t stop. That feels amazing.”

His hand immediately started moving again, and Lexi moaned soft and low. “Thank you.”

“Oh, little Lexi,” he said on a long exhale and turned his face toward hers, nuzzling her hair away from the side of her face. “I think I know why you’re so skittish.”

She stiffened. Forced her eyes open. “What?”

“You’re…sweet.” He said it like it was a tender surprise, like she was precious.

“Sweet? I should be offended, shouldn’t I? But I…kind of can’t think when you’re…touching me.”

He brushed his closed lips along a path from the spot behind her ear to the strap of her halter on her neck and back again. No kissing. No tongue. Just rubbing. And heating her skin. And making her sex grow damp and swollen and hot.

“Why would that offend you?” On the last word, his open mouth pressed against the curve of her shoulder.

“Because sweet isn’t exactly…” Wasn’t exactly what? God, she really couldn’t think. She released the door handle and reached up, hooking her hand behind his head. His hair was soft. His skin smelled spicy and sexy. “Jax.”

He groaned. The sound lit a match between her legs. He fisted the hand in her hair and moved his mouth to her neck, suckling. She echoed his moan.

“You taste even better than I imagined. Can I feel you, Lexi? Can I feel you everywhere so I can create you in my mind?”

“Yes.”

His hands closed on her waist. Heat shot both directions, into her sex and her breasts. His hands slid up her sides, creeping under her halter, and the rough skin on his fingertips scraped gently. Gooseflesh rose beneath his hands. His hands slid around front, covering her entire belly, long fingers stretching low between her hipbones.

“Mmmm,” he hummed in approval.

Lexi started to turn, ravenous for his mouth. For his body to be pressed fully up against hers. But Jax had a firm hold on her. “I’m still checking you out, sweetheart. It takes longer without light.”

His hands moved over her hipbones and down the front of her thighs, avoiding her throbbing sex but bringing his chest low and against her back. She turned her head, kissed his cheek. His temple.

“Jax…” Then he found the hem of her skirt; his hands slid over the skin of her thighs. “Yes…”

But, again, his hands traveled around to her hips, then back to her thighs, and higher, grasping the cheeks of her ass firmly enough to make Lexi gasp.

“Goddamn, Lexi,” he growled as his forehead pressed against her temple. “It’s a good thing I didn’t see you in the airport. We might have missed the plane.”

She laughed, hardly more than a soft puff of air. Then he leaned in until his body pressed the length of hers. One long, lean wall of muscle and heat. Finally.

Her fingers curled into her palms, and she groaned, the pleasure rocketing through every part of her body. “Oh, so perfect.”

But it got better. He added pressure with his hips and a thick, hard rod of heat sank into the low curve of her spine. Lexi groaned. He bent his knees until he’d wedged the line of his erection snugly between the cheeks of her ass and released a long, deep growl Lexi felt all the way to her core.

“Now
that
is perfection,” he said, his voice husky. “I’ve got one more measurement to check…”

His hands slipped up her sides, around her ribs and, with the confidence of a man who’d handled a lot of women in his life, took her breasts in his palms. Her skin tightened as Jax cupped and squeezed and molded. His hips matched the nearly unconscious movements Lexi made to rub her ass against his cock. And when his fingers closed on her nipples, Lexi whimpered.

Her hand fisted his hair. Her head dropped forward, eyes closed, lips parted. A noise came from her throat, but she couldn’t describe it. She was too dizzy with lust. She was glad the lights were off. She didn’t have to blush with mortification at her intense need.

He lowered his mouth to her ear. “Not one of your measurements was true.”

She tightened the hand around her phone. “You sure didn’t fudge on yours.” God, she needed him inside her so badly she was trembling. “But I still feel the need to…verify.”

“You’ll get your chance, baby, no worries there. But I don’t have time to fuck you properly right now, and there is no way in the fiery pits of hell I’m going to rush a goddamned thing with a catch like you.”

He had to be joking. His cock was a damn rod of burning steel. “Jax—”

“Tell me why you lied, Lexi.”

He released one of her breasts, his hand sliding down her abdomen. The touch of his fingers on her skin was electric. They slipped beneath the band of her skirt, and Lexi’s breath caught. Muscles tightened with nerves and need. But he didn’t touch her where she wanted him to touch her. He took the edge of her panties between two fingers and just slid the satin back and forth. Back and forth. Until she thought she’d go mad…waiting, wanting.

She turned her head, her lips brushing the rough stubble on his jaw, and whispered, “Touch me.”

“I wouldn’t want to distract you from your answer. Truth, Lexi.”

She groaned. “The truth is that men are attracted to me for my…body.”

She almost said looks, but amended at the last minute. She wasn’t ready to turn on the lights and give up everything. Wasn’t ready to look this stranger in the eye and confront her reckless behavior.

“You’re a handsome man, Jax…” She couldn’t get a full sentence out without panting. “And in your business, you can’t tell me…you don’t know what it’s like to be seen only for what’s on the outside. Maybe, as a guy, it’s no big deal…but as a woman, it’s frustrating. And sometimes even scary.

“We had such a good thing going with the texts…I didn’t want that to change. It was nice to feel attractive before you knew my body.”

“Sweet,” he murmured. His hips pressed against her backside. His erection, so wickedly erotic, so deliciously hot and thick, made her body crave in a way she’d forgotten she could. Her sex softened. Opened. Ached.

Lexi arched into one of his slow rocks forward, pressing the indention between the cheeks of her ass against his jeans-covered cock. Jax dropped his chin to her shoulder and breathed out hard, growling through his teeth. His other hand released the band of her panties and slid across her stomach, a hot, solid weight.

“I’m going to ease your ache, Lexi.” He bit her earlobe gently. Soothed the spot with his lips. “But I don’t have a lot of time, so tell me what kind of release you want. Hard and fast? Fast and deep?”

She didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to talk. Sure as hell didn’t want to tell him what to do. Besides, she couldn’t think straight. She was floating. Drifting in an electric storm cloud.

“What’s the difference?”

Jax’s hand stopped moving along her belly.

Lexi rose from her heavenly void, wondering if she’d done something wrong. “What?”

“Does that mean you don’t care? Or were you asking?”

Growing frustrated, she leaned her head back, stretched to press her mouth to his neck. His skin was hot, and, oh, he tasted good. Clean. Male. “Aren’t they all the same? I’m dying here.”

A low, rough laugh rumbled in his throat and shivered beneath Lexi’s lips. He pressed a hand to her jaw and lifted her face to cover her mouth with his. And, oh, his lips were full and warm. He used them to savor hers, sucking and sliding. His tongue eased into her mouth in slow circles. By the time it met hers in long, erotic, sexual strokes, Lexi was breathless.

“Hold still,” he whispered, tightening an arm around her waist. “I’m going to give you hard and fast to relieve you. We’ve got all night to explore the many different kinds of orgasms that exist. And no, baby, they’re not all the same.”

He lowered his mouth to the base of her neck and pulled her into his body until she felt every beat of his heart against her shoulder blade. The hand at her stomach slid beneath the waistband of her panties, and Lexi tried to wiggle into his touch but couldn’t. Then he eased the need by pushing his hand low. She gasped in surprise and excitement. At the feel of having a man’s hand between her legs. A real man. The kind of man who made her hot and wet and needy. The kind of man who wasn’t afraid to take charge or give real pleasure.

The kind of man who could bring her entire business down around her knees.

She covered his hand with hers. His wrist was thick, his forearm muscled. His intense strength suddenly, overwhelmingly evident. A shot of excited lust burned through her body.

“You like it?” he asked, voice rough. “Or you want me to stop?”

“Love it.” Lexi’s eyes closed. Head fell forward. She swallowed. The only thing keeping her from pushing his hand between her legs and using it to cut this wild need was her own mortification of doing so. “More. Please.”

Instead of giving her more, Jax turned his hand over, took hers, and guided it back to the door handle. “Hold on, baby. You’re gonna need it.”

One of his feet pushed between her high heels and eased one of her feet to the side. His hand slid into the heat between her legs, and Lexi’s whole body exploded with the electric excitement of his touch. Her hips pushed forward. A moan rolled out of her throat.

“Easy, baby,” Jax whispered, his touch too light for Lexi’s needs. She pushed harder against his hand, and he pulled back. “You’ll get what you need. I promise.”

She whimpered in disappointment.

Jax nudged her other foot to the side and pushed his big hand deeper between her legs.

“Yeeees.” She pressed both hands against the door and pushed back against him, but his body was a wall of rock. He didn’t move.

“Hold still, beautiful.” His tone was a blend of dark and naughty. “This one’s on me. You can help next time.”

With his hot palm heavy over her sex, he stroked her outer lips with those big, strong fingers. Hot, heavy strokes.

“Perfect. So wet.” With a growl, his teeth sank into the curve between her neck and shoulder.

One thick, hot finger pressed past her folds and dipped inside. The touch of a stranger. A sexy, unknown man who was going to do nothing but fuck her. The reality thrilled Lexi to ridiculous levels. If she had time to think about it, all her fear would have washed back in. But Jax didn’t give her time to think. His chest pressed against her shoulders as he pushed deeper, his mouth on the side of her neck, a growl of pleasure vibrating in his throat.

He did something inside her when he pulled out that created a delicious pressure. Lexi arched, wrapped one arm up and around his neck again, holding him tight. “Jax, not enough,” she whispered, panting. “Fuck me.”

“No way.” He scraped his teeth across her shoulder, and when he moved inside her again, it was with two fingers, sizzling friction along her walls and a new sensation of delicious fullness. “When I fuck you, baby, it’s going to be for
hours
.”

She’d heard that before. But it had never happened. Given the men she’d been with, she was glad. This time…this time she both believed he’d follow through and that she’d be glad he did. But she wasn’t thrilled she’d have to wait.

He pulled out of her, dragging two fingers back and forth until his thick fingertips were seated deep within her folds on either side of her clit. His touch was confident, featherlight, and shot zings of excitement to her core.

“This is what I want,” he murmured, his voice low and hungry.

A streak of unease flared. Lexi wasn’t into pain. And the combination of her need and his very specific attentions on her most vulnerable nerve center made her tense.

“Jax—”

Her concerns never made it out of her mouth. His fingers tightened at the base of her clit, and Lexi’s throat convulsed. Her brain whited out in a neon snowstorm. Liquid fire burned through her pelvis, melted down her legs. Lexi struggled for air. Her fingers had fused to the door handle.

When Jax’s touch eased, the extreme pleasure faded into something deeper and more widespread, something that made Lexi want to ride his hand. But she was afraid to move, not prepared for another electric shock of ecstasy. Her muscles went soft, and she let her head fall against the door.

“Holy. Fuck.” She breathed the words on a whisper.

“Mmm,” was all Jax had to say as he wet his fingers inside her again, making slow, luscious circles at her opening before turning back to the very delicate art of blowing her mind with nothing more than the pinpoint-fine movements of two fingers.

“This is where the ride starts, Lex,” he whispered in her ear, a dark thrill in his voice. “In this little bundle of nerves. Don’t pump into my hand, baby, or this won’t feel as good as it could.”

The arm at her waist tightened again, drawing her back snug against him, trapping her. Making sure she didn’t have a choice to move or not. Lexi fought the thread of her personality that automatically needed to take back that sliver of control, because the rest of her reveled in letting him have it.

Then he made her forget all about control with the slightest movement of his fingers—gentle slides, tender tugs, slight pulses tantalizing this place hidden deep in her sex. Something that had always been there, but no other man, not even long-time lovers, had ever found. Something even Lexi had never explored. Yet, something a sexy stranger used to drive her to the moon within fifteen minutes of touching her.