Badass: Deadly Target (Complete): Military Romantic Suspense by Leslie Johnson, Elle Dawson Page A
Authors: Leslie Johnson, Elle Dawson
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never supposed to walk again. A year of intense therapy and he not only walked out of that rehab center, he fucking danced out, flipping everyone off in the process.”
My mouth falls open and Jax’s eyes fall to my mouth. The atmosphere in the small kitchen changes. Thickens. Making it harder to breathe. His eyes move back up to meet mine and my insides twist, my nipples harden. Needing some relief from the desire spiraling into my groin, I press my thighs together.
Seconds pass before Jax exhales, turns in a circle, pushing a hand through his dark hair. Then he looks at me again, his face softer than before. “Here, let me check your other cuts. Make sure the glass is out.”
He pulls a chair in front of me. Straddles it until his legs are on the outside of mine. I can feel the warmth of his inner thighs on my outer ones. And I can smell him again. The citrus and sandalwood has faded, leaving only a hint of that fresh scent. His sweat isn’t unpleasant. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I find myself leaning toward him as he inspects my hands, his strong fingers tracing over the scrapes and cuts. I want to run my tongue up the tendon in his neck, taste him, the salt I know I’ll find there. I want to press my lips against his, know his tongue intimately.
He looks up and we’re face to face, only inches apart. He exhales again, the warmth of his breath heating my skin. His fingers lift to my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. Then his hand curves around the base of my skull, fisting into my hair.
“You,” he says softly. “Why did it have to be you?”
Then I’m pulled forward until our mouths connect.
Since I was a little girl watching Disney movies, witnessing the prince and princess’s first kiss, I’ve wanted a kiss like that. A soul searing, breath taking, heart rending kiss that sealed two people together for life. I’ve searched for that kind of kiss, even had one come close to the fantasy I held in my mind. But this one. This kiss with this man, it made me forget all I’d been hoping for, because it was that kiss. And it couldn’t have been more right. Or wrong.
Chapter 13 – Jax
What in the hell am I doing?
Even as my lips move over hers. Even as my tongue begs for entrance. Even as her mouth opens in welcome, I know what I’m doing is wrong.
For so many reasons.
Yet I can’t pull away, can’t take my fingers from her hair, can’t stop my other hand from moving up to her face, tilting it to give me better access to her sweet mouth.
She moans and the sound goes straight to my cock, even as her nails sink into my shoulders, holding on so tight. Her mouth is exquisite. Her lips the perfect partner. Her tongue sweet as it twists around mine.
This is so…
Wrong.
Right.
Necessary.
Inevitable.
I try to pull away, put even an inch of distance between me and Mia, the woman who caught my attention from the moment I turned and held open that door. It was the same with Laura. I’d seen her and I’d known.
God, I’d known so hard, with a bone deep certainty that we were meant to be together. And it’s like a slap in the face this time. Because this time, I don’t know the person who’s kissing me back.
And God help me, I don’t think I care.
Pulling her closer, she melts into me, her feet leaving the salt soak, water splashing onto the floor and dripping down my pants as she climbs into my lap. So sweet. The little mewling sounds she makes as my hand trails up her ribs to cup her breast, my thumb brushing the hard pebble of her nipple is precious. The little whimpers. The little gasps for air.
Fisting her hair tighter, I pull her head back and trail my tongue down her neck, tasting the salt lingering on her skin. She whispers something I can’t understand as my teeth graze the shell of her ear. Goosebumps break out on her flesh.
I need to stop. And I will. Soon. Right after I get another taste.
Her mouth clashes with mine again, our tongues at war this time.
My mouth falls open and Jax’s eyes fall to my mouth. The atmosphere in the small kitchen changes. Thickens. Making it harder to breathe. His eyes move back up to meet mine and my insides twist, my nipples harden. Needing some relief from the desire spiraling into my groin, I press my thighs together.
Seconds pass before Jax exhales, turns in a circle, pushing a hand through his dark hair. Then he looks at me again, his face softer than before. “Here, let me check your other cuts. Make sure the glass is out.”
He pulls a chair in front of me. Straddles it until his legs are on the outside of mine. I can feel the warmth of his inner thighs on my outer ones. And I can smell him again. The citrus and sandalwood has faded, leaving only a hint of that fresh scent. His sweat isn’t unpleasant. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I find myself leaning toward him as he inspects my hands, his strong fingers tracing over the scrapes and cuts. I want to run my tongue up the tendon in his neck, taste him, the salt I know I’ll find there. I want to press my lips against his, know his tongue intimately.
He looks up and we’re face to face, only inches apart. He exhales again, the warmth of his breath heating my skin. His fingers lift to my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. Then his hand curves around the base of my skull, fisting into my hair.
“You,” he says softly. “Why did it have to be you?”
Then I’m pulled forward until our mouths connect.
Since I was a little girl watching Disney movies, witnessing the prince and princess’s first kiss, I’ve wanted a kiss like that. A soul searing, breath taking, heart rending kiss that sealed two people together for life. I’ve searched for that kind of kiss, even had one come close to the fantasy I held in my mind. But this one. This kiss with this man, it made me forget all I’d been hoping for, because it was that kiss. And it couldn’t have been more right. Or wrong.
Chapter 13 – Jax
What in the hell am I doing?
Even as my lips move over hers. Even as my tongue begs for entrance. Even as her mouth opens in welcome, I know what I’m doing is wrong.
For so many reasons.
Yet I can’t pull away, can’t take my fingers from her hair, can’t stop my other hand from moving up to her face, tilting it to give me better access to her sweet mouth.
She moans and the sound goes straight to my cock, even as her nails sink into my shoulders, holding on so tight. Her mouth is exquisite. Her lips the perfect partner. Her tongue sweet as it twists around mine.
This is so…
Wrong.
Right.
Necessary.
Inevitable.
I try to pull away, put even an inch of distance between me and Mia, the woman who caught my attention from the moment I turned and held open that door. It was the same with Laura. I’d seen her and I’d known.
God, I’d known so hard, with a bone deep certainty that we were meant to be together. And it’s like a slap in the face this time. Because this time, I don’t know the person who’s kissing me back.
And God help me, I don’t think I care.
Pulling her closer, she melts into me, her feet leaving the salt soak, water splashing onto the floor and dripping down my pants as she climbs into my lap. So sweet. The little mewling sounds she makes as my hand trails up her ribs to cup her breast, my thumb brushing the hard pebble of her nipple is precious. The little whimpers. The little gasps for air.
Fisting her hair tighter, I pull her head back and trail my tongue down her neck, tasting the salt lingering on her skin. She whispers something I can’t understand as my teeth graze the shell of her ear. Goosebumps break out on her flesh.
I need to stop. And I will. Soon. Right after I get another taste.
Her mouth clashes with mine again, our tongues at war this time.
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