First Time For Everything by Aimee Carson Page B

confinement. “Jax,” Blake muttered, his voice laced with a husky, barely restrained impatience.
    She ignored him and ran her hands up and down his biceps. The faraway look in her eyes and the obvious pleasure on her face ratcheted his lust higher.
    â€œYou feel so good,” she said, her tone distracted as she trailed her mouth to the other side of his chest. When she reached between them for his belt, the needy feeling grew more urgent, and he began to fear his ability to control the moment was fast slipping from his hands.
    His voice was a little harsher now. “Jax,” he said, instinct driving him to arch his hips urgently against hers. “I want to touch you.” Tipping his head back, he took in her flushed cheeks and the unfocused look as she released the catch on the buckle and pulled the leather strap free.
    She lowered her mouth back to his chest. “In a minute,” she murmured distractedly against his skin. “I’m not done yet.” Moving her hands to the front of his pants, she popped the button and lowered the zipper, knuckles sliding along his erection.
    Bolts of lightning skewered his groin. “Damn it, Jax,” Blake groaned hoarsely, his pinned arms straining as the electrical shock awoke a powerful need. “Help me get this shirt off.”
    For months no woman had tempted him to take the time. But Jax proved the exception as he’d watched her wild hair swing behind her back. The lissome sway of her hips as she walked. Her ever-changing scent. The palpable attraction. And right now, if his hands were free, he could touch the woman he needed more than he should.
    His tone was harsh. “Jax, please...”
    Frustration built as she ignored him, her tongue joining her lips on his chest, her small moan whispering across his damp skin as she pushed his pants down and they dropped around his ankles.
    Sweat dotted his temples, his heart banging, and he gritted his teeth.
    But the end of his patience soon came.
    Her soft fingers encircled his erection and pulled the straining shaft from his briefs, her lips closing around his nipple at the same time, and the fierce stab of dual pleasure was too much.
    With a deep growl and a desperate exertion of muscles, the buttons on his cuffs popped, pinging against the deck as his arms finally came free.
    Cursing, Blake pushed her right knee up against the wall, using his free hand to sweep the crotch of her knit pants and undies to the side. With a harsh groan and a fearsome thrust that marked the collapse of his control, he buried himself inside her.
    â€œBlake!” she called out, clutching his shoulders.
    Heart thundering, he battled for a return to sanity, yet her sex was unbelievably tight. Hot. And oh-so slick. But he needed to stop. He needed to get a grip.
    To think logically about—
    â€œBlake,” she whispered as she gripped his shoulders, gently rolling her hips as if desperate for more, and desire crushed his fight for restraint.
    He pulled back and drove into her again. His breathing harsh, his body quaking with need, he closed his eyes, straining to regain his composure. Praying he could recover his mind and bring her to completion with him. But with every thrust of his hips, pleasure roared through him, and he almost came. The impossibly tight glove of her body, the satisfying pressure, was an agony of the most blissful kind.
    â€œJax.” His gasp for breath was loud as his mind spun to regain footing. “We need a condom,” he groaned. “We need to take this to the bedroom.”
    But Jax rolled her hips again, and her muffled cry of desire speared him with a thrilling satisfaction. Despite his attempt to regain control, the terrible need won out, and he hiked her leg higher, pulled back...and buried himself to the hilt.
    A sharp gasp of what sounded like pain escaped Jax’s lips, and Blake’s eyes flew open.
    Eyes closed, Jax clung to his shoulders. “Don’t.