He pulled back with a growl and cupped her chin in his hand. His eyes, bluer than an October sky, darkened as they bored into her. "I am not a man that sits idly by and waits for opportunity. I see what I want, and I must immediately possess it. And Georgia, I mean to have you."
She moaned futilely into his mouth as he pressed her against the wall. Georgia was trapped between the cool of the marble and the warmth of his desire. "All of you. Now."
As the baron's hand plunged underneath Lady Cunningham's skirts, I squirmed in my seat. This was going to be good. Epic, even. My thoughts focused down with crystal clarity as I wrote what Georgia wanted—fuck, what I wanted the baron to do to her.
Sex scenes. Sometimes I just left them for later, putting a placeholder—SEX GOES HERE—in my text and coming back when I was in the mood.
But tonight, dammit, I was in the mood. The words were just flowing.
"Tell me what you need, Georgia," the baron rasped.
Lady Cunningham's pale body writhed. The sensations were too intense, too forbidden and yet…
"More!" she cried in a voice so shatteringly loud that it was bound to send the servants running to the room. But she didn't care. It didn't matter. All that mattered was Baron Chevreaux's bruising kisses and the swell of his manhood pressing against her. What this meant for her marriage, for her future, didn't matter to her now. There were no more barriers between them, no more chances to back down now. Georgia knew she was lost and she reveled in it. "I need more!"
He pressed against her entrance and with one, smooth thrust…
BANG!
"What the fuck!" I yelped, remembering a second too late that it was way past the hour that normal people were asleep. I looked at my screen guiltily, like I had been caught with my hands in between my legs, and I was immediately pissed. That loud noise sounded just like something heavy hit the wall just outside of my doorway.
I nearly tore the door off its hinges. "What was that?" I demanded.
He turned slowly, blinking like he was having trouble focusing. His eyes were hooded sleepily and his blue hair was an electric disarray. He looked completely drunk and completely fuckable and a million thoughts raced through my head at once.
Oh, shit, it's Jax.
Oh, shit, I'm in my purple cloud pajamas.
Holy shit, he looks hot.
Holy shit… he looks pissed.
Chapter Fourteen
Jax
Punching a wall hurts like hell, usually. I know, I've done it before. But this time, the expected pain never came—and that's when I knew how drunk I was.
That made it doubly dangerous that Lil Bit was now standing in front of me, looking rumpled and breathless and sexy as hell.
"What was that?" she grumped. Her mouth was twisted in a disapproving sneer but her eyes… fuck, those wide brown eyes were shining unnaturally bright.
She looks horny, Jax.
She looks hard-up.
She wants it.
Fucking shut up!
"What was what?" I snarled at her, meaner than I meant to be, but fuck, she needed to get out of here with her sexy, rumpled hair before I got ahold of it in my hands. The music from the club still pounded in my head. That repeated fucking refrain the only thought that I could muster.
"That bang, dipshit. It sounded like you punched the fucking wall."
"Oh yeah? Must be because I punched the fucking wall." I propped myself up against her doorway and leaned my hand against it, knuckle side down. Nope, still no pain. That could be good or terribly bad. "Why are you being such a tight-ass?"
Her eyes blazed. "Better a tight-ass than an asshole."
"You wound me, Bit." God I missed her. "Always with the insults."
"You get your fair share in too. Like to set 'em to music too."
I had no idea what she was going on about. "Not at all. You're the one with the mouth on her." Fuck, I was drunk. "I like your mouth better on me…"
"Ew!" She swatted my arm.
"That's right, touch me. You're dying to touch me aren't you?"
"I'm not!"
But she was breathless and her lips were parted and I knew she was lying. That only got me more riled up. "Then I'll help you. Here," I grabbed her small hand. "I'll make first contact so you don't have to."
She pulled her hand back and folded her arms across her chest, like she wanted to keep her hands under control. Like she was afraid of what she'd do if she let go.
"What the hell are you staring at?" she demanded.
Damn, she caught me. What the hell was I doing again?
I looked around wildly, trying to force my eyes to stop darting all over the place and come to rest somewhere.
Unfortunately, I realized a second to late that they settled right on her tits.
They were hidden under those ludicrous pajamas, but that somehow made them even more tantalizing. I knew exactly how they'd feel if I snaked my hand underneath her top right now. I wonder if she's wearing a bra? Probably not. I could just make out the tips of her nipples pointing through the fabric. Was she really turned on? Fuck, now I was hard.
"Jaxson, people are trying to sleep."
"You're not," I pointed out. "You look wide awake to me."
She pressed her lips together and looked shifty for a second. Guilty. What was she doing that she’d be guilty about? "I was working," she said loftily.
"Working, huh?" Caught you, Bit. "Writing? Were you writing one of your sexy books, Bit? Holy shit, you were. I bet you were writing a dirty scene right now and that's why you're all squirmy."
"Fuck off, Jax."
"What do you write about, Bit? You ever write about me?"
"Oh my God, you are such a cocky bastard."
"You do!" I crowed. Her blush gave it away. "What do you write about, Bit? Do you think about my body? What's your favorite part, hmm?" I reached down and grabbed her hand, expecting her to snatch it away and slap me. Hell, maybe I wanted her to slap me, derail this particular train of thought before I rode it all the way to the end.
She didn't smack me though. She shushed me. "Keep it down. Do you want the whole house to hear?"
"Mmm, maybe I do." I circled her wrist with my fingers and pulled her closer.
"What are you doing?" she asked. No, more exhaled in a soft sigh.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked. She was pressed up against me now. She fit just under my chin, perfectly. My puzzle piece. Fuck, I forgot how incredible it was just to have her near me.
"No," she wavered. "Yes. Maybe. It depends on what you're doing."
"I'm doing this," I told her.
Tipping her chin up, I let my lips brush hers. I barely fucking touched her, but it was the most electrifying kiss of my life. Lil Bit—my Lil Bit—was back where she belonged.