With Abandon: With or Without, Book 3 (31 page)

The scent of sex mingled with that of sunflower and olive oil and citrus. Very California. Very us.

He leaned forward to kiss me again. As our mouths brushed, a thought occurred to me. “Not on this bedspread!”

He laughed against me, drew back. We did some frantic shoving and rearranging of bed linens.

“Anything else?” His eyes were crinkling at the corners, and the knowledge that he would deal patiently with any further minor uproars went a long way to relaxing me. What was the big deal after all? It wasn’t like I’d never done this.

“Be my guest,” I said.

He grinned, reached forward to stroke me, cupping my balls lightly in his hand. “And what a wonderful host you are.”

I spluttered a laugh, let my legs fall wide, making a cradle for him as he lowered his lean, muscular length onto me.

“Am I hurting your arm?”

“It’s not my arm I’m worried about.”

I said it without thinking. His face was instantly serious. “We’re not going to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know. Don’t listen to me.”

He appeared to consider this. “Sometimes I think the words get in the way with you and me, but I always listen to you. I always will.”

I nodded. “You’re better at this than I am. I’m trying to learn by example.”

He looked touched. “That’s one of the nicest things you’ve said to me.”

“I need to say more nice things to you.”

I proceeded to turn over a new leaf. That led to some nuzzling and nibbling and other forms of unspoken communication. As J.X.’s clever fingers tweaked one of my nipples, I arched up. He watched me, his eyes dark and hooded, his mouth pink from kisses and love bites.

I knew what was next and I consciously relaxed my muscles as I felt his warm hand spreading the silky lotion in the cleft of my ass.

This was it. I shifted, allowing him better access, trying not to tense as J.X. pushed his finger through the tight band of muscle. It was invasive, certainly, but it was electrifying too. I bit my lip, trying not to make any sound that might be mistaken for pain. It was a bit uncomfortable, but the wicked pleasure of J.X. touching me there melted any resistance I might have had.