First Time For Everything by Aimee Carson Page A

and Blake suddenly felt like a bastard.
    But she hiked that stubborn chin. “I don’t want to be responsible for making you lose all that careful control of yours,” she said with a lofty air. Sliding her hands to his chest, her secretive grin returned as she began to release more buttons on his shirt. “You might end up hurting yourself.”
    â€œYou don’t frighten me.”
    Jax cocked her head, her fingers working her way lower. “Should I be offended?”
    â€œAbsolutely not.”
    Her hands reached the buttons at his abdomen, her knuckles brushing his skin, and his gut clenched in fierce anticipation.
    Hoping his fingers weren’t digging too deep into the soft flesh of her hips, Blake breathed in her scent, wishing she’d go faster. And needing to remind her about his cuffs. “Jax—”
    â€œDon’t interrupt my concentration,” she said.
    Her fingers fumbled a little as she struggled to pop the bottom buttons, her hands near the erection that was clearly outlined beneath his pants. A small line formed between her eyebrows as she focused on her task.
    Blake’s heart twisted at the adorable look on her face. This was no artful seduction. There was no sophistication in her movements. Beneath the teasing humor, he could pick up on her tension.
    Sassy, spunky Jacqueline Lee was nervous.
    And knowing she felt out of her league seducing him was a surprise.
    Pulling out the tail of his shirt, she clamped her teeth on her lower lip and tugged his shirt down behind his back. When the shirtsleeves got stuck on his wrists, buttons firmly in place, a short gasp of disbelief escaped her lips.
    The small sound, combined with the look of total frustration on her face, was endearing, and a low chuckle escaped his lips. “I tried to warn you to unbutton the cuffs.”
    Her brow furrowed in frustration as she pulled harder, as if through sheer force of will she could overcome her mistake. A typical Jax response to an obstacle.
    â€œClearly you need a little more practice undressing a man,” he said.
    â€œShut up, Suit,” she said lightly.
    Hands pinned behind his hips as thoroughly as if he were in shackles, another chuckle escaped Blake. “For future reference, I hear they make special equipment for this,” Blake murmured huskily. “Matter of fact, all future ex-cons should be fairly familiar with them.”
    Her movements stalled and she lifted a brow. “Are you teasing me?”
    He bit back a smile. “Of course not.”
    â€œOh, I think you are.”
    Amused, Blake nodded in the direction of his hands. “Are you going to release me?”
    She looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “This wasn’t part of my plan, but then you laughed at me. Now I’m kinda enjoying it.” She placed her palms on his bared chest, and he sucked in a breath. “And I have a strong urge to make you pay for mocking me.”
    Jax threaded her fingers through the sprinkling of chest hair and then rubbed her palms on his skin, lighting a fire beneath. “Nicely defined muscles,” she said. Her hands shifted lower. “Flat stomach.” She shot him a look. “You’ve been making good use of that gym equipment of yours.”
    Jax touched her mouth to his collarbone, and the explosive shot to his groin ripped a hiss from his lips. Need now outgrowing his patience, Blake pressed his shaft against her soft abdomen and almost groaned in relief, pressing her more firmly against the wall while he breathed in the sweet smell of strawberries.
    â€œYou smell like a fresh breeze,” she said. Closing his eyes, he basked in the pleasure of her mouth on his skin, her lips moving toward the center of his chest. “But you taste like warm, salty butter,” she whispered, pressing small kisses along the top of a pectoral.
    His movements restricted by the tight cuffs at his wrists, Blake pulled at the