Jax was paralyzed, totally unable to answer. Hell, yes, he wanted her to touch him. He needed it, like he needed air. But he didn’t want to scare Sarah – no matter how much he longed to come in her hands, he couldn’t forget her inexperience.
She smiled at him. “You worried about me?”
He unstuck his throat now. “Yeah. I mean… I don’t want to push you.”
“Well.” She ran her hand down his body now, tracing the muscles of his naked chest. “What if I told you that I’ve been dreaming about touching you?”
Jax gulped as she skimmed over the front of his jeans.
“What if I said that I wanted to see you?” She unbuckled and unsnapped and unzipped, and he lifted his hips as she tugged the jeans down his muscled thighs. “What if I said that I wanted to kiss you?"
His c**k pulsed and jumped, and sh
