I brought my hands to my br**sts to cover myself by instinct, but Jax shook his head and firmly drew them away, leaving me exposed. Bending down until his face was inches from my chest, he turned his eyes upward to look at me.

My ni**les stood erect, almost painful with arousal as Jax’s open mouth moved toward one. His open mouth lingered just above my nipple, almost touching—but not quite. I sucked in air as the aching need between my legs reached a fever pitch.

"Mmm. Tempting," he said. "But maybe . . ."

I felt the soft caress of his fingers on my back, and then there was a sound. My zipper! Before I could say anything, I felt a firm tug, and my skirt fell to my ankles, along with my underwear.

I realized suddenly that I was totally naked in front of him—even though he still had all his clothes on. He dropped to his knees, his mouth inches from my thighs, and my eyes grew wide. He looked up and down my body with a ravenous hunger that frightened me even as it turned me on.

"What are you—"

He brought his mouth to my inner thigh, then slowly moved it upward. "I think I’ve made my decision," he said, his hands caressing my thighs as he looked up at me.

I realized what he meant instantly, and my hand slid down in front of me, embarrassed. "No, Jax, you can’t," I said, hurriedly. "I haven’t showered all day."

His scarred eyebrow raised, and a half-smirk grew on his face. Closing his eyes, he brought his face between my thighs and inhaled deeply. "Good. Better. I like you this way."

I felt a flush spreading through my body and then I felt his lips, pressing against the softness between my thighs. A pang of arousal radiated through my skin as his tongue stroked against me, and I felt myself shudder with lust.

Then he took his mouth away and stood up, licking his lips. "I think I made the right decision about where to kiss you," he purred. Wild with desire, I moaned in a wordless reply.

"Lay down on the bed, Riley," he said, but I felt frozen to the floor, shivering at the absence of his lips.

Did he think that’s all it would take? I looked at the round bed, lit softly in the bedroom a few yards away. "We’re not going to—"

He shook his head. Holding my upper arms, he took a step forward, making me take one backwards, toward the bed. His voice more forceful, he commanded, "Lay down on the bed. You got to eat what you wanted. Now it’s my turn."

The urgency in his voice made the wetness between my thighs even more intense, but I still felt the faint tug of embarrassment holding me back. "I’ve never had a guy start out with this before," I whispered nervously to him as he walked me back toward the immense round bed.

"Even better. Don’t deny that you want it. I can feel it." He stopped stepping forward for a moment and brought a hand down to the cleft between my thighs, then drew his finger through, making me gasp.

When he pulled it away, it was slick and glistening. "You can’t deny it. Not when you’re dripping wet for me."

The bed was only a few feet behind us, now, and I looked up into Jax’s eyes, crazy with need. "I do want it," I breathed. "I want your mouth."

"Good," he said, beads of sweat forming on his sun-kissed forehead. "Now, lay down."

I lowered myself onto the bed and closed my eyes. Jax’s hands pushed my thighs apart with a surprising gentleness, and I felt his tongue press against my slit slowly, almost tenderly.

"Jax," I moaned, "that's incredible." His mouth trailed in a line that sent shocks of pure pleasure all the way to my fingers and toes.

"You’re perfect, Riley," he murmured. "So beautiful and pink . . . and so wet for my touch."

I whimpered, and his mouth probed more hungrily, his tongue smooth, circling ever-tighter, focused at the center of my desire.

My hands clutched at the plush red bedspread beneath us, and Jax slid his tongue to the side, licking and nuzzling until I felt like I would melt. Tiny, teasing motions drew out my sensation, sending urgent flutters rippling to my fingers and toes.

"Your mouth . . . God, Jax, what are you doing?" I moaned, my entire body trembling at the tortuous brush of his lips.

"My voice is my instrument." He spoke against my skin, each murmured syllable a deep vibration that made my back arch with pleasure. "Knowing how to use my mouth is my job."

My clit throbbed as his tongue swirled against it, each movement more intricate than the last. Shaking, I felt my body clench, craving release.

"Please, Jax," I gasped, straining toward his mouth, "I need more, please, give me more . . ."

The velvety heat of his tongue pierced into me, and my hands clutched his dark hair as I cried out. Crazed with desire, my hands fisted in his hair, pulling it as he went deeper, harder.

As I cried out, he drew his tongue back to my clit, pushing against it with a raw, primitive rhythm. Each new sensation brought me closer to the carnal chaos I craved.

His lips held my clit, moving quickly. The trembling, head to toe, was unbearable now, Jax’s tongue pushing me over the edge, my face contorting with wild, animal need . . .

Yes. Now. Jax, please, now, yes, yes yes YES . . .

Climax—intense, explosive, primal—seized my quaking body and didn’t let go.

Thrashing against the bed, unable to control the spasms coursing through every nerve, I clung to his hair and screamed Jax’s name.

Chapter Seventeen

DEEP

His tongue lapped slowly against me as the shaking subsided. When I finally let go of his hair, he crawled into the bed next to me and laid down. I turned to face him and saw that he looked utterly contented.

"Jesus, Jax." I turned to him, still feeling aftershocks pulsating through my body. "That was the best head I’ve ever gotten."

His mouth spread into a blissful smile. "Let me try again. I’ll see if I can do better."

I laughed. "Is this part of the rock 'n' roll lifestyle, too?"

"For you? You’d better believe it," he said, his eyes teasing wickedly.

I’d never seen him look so at ease. My gaze slid over his long, lean torso, and a wave of sudden warmth bolted through my body, centered where Jax’s tongue had been. Even clothed, he was like a statue—lean, muscled, all sinew and strength. Then, as my eyes crept lower, I noticed his erection, long, thick and so hard it threatened to burst from his pants. "And what’s that a part of?" I asked as I looked, my eyebrow playfully raised.

Jax smirked. "That’s part of having an irresistible redhead in my bed."

The heat between my legs intensified, but I realized I hadn’t prepared for a night like this—in any way at all. "You’re making me wish I had my purse," I said ruefully.

"But you do have your purse." He propped himself up on an elbow. "I had it brought up from the bus during the concert. Check your bedside table."

He brought my purse? "You thought of everything," I said, surprised.

His burning eyes searched over me. "All I think about is you." His tone was so low and intimate that I blushed and turned away to look in the table drawers.

My bag was in the top one, and I rooted through it with nimble fingers, searching for something I’d never expected to use during the tour.