Bev

“Jenny took his face in her hands and kissed him again, wanting to lose herself in Chris. His strength, his heat, his taste. His lips were soft, so soft, but the rest of him was hard, all steel and bulky muscle, and she felt something inside of her respond fiercely to his maleness.
His head was resting on the back of the sofa and he was totally relaxed under her. Sprawled out, loose and gentle. His hands were on her back, running up and down slowly. Soothing her, encouraging her. She felt totally in charge of the situation, safe and even a bit powerful. She was amazed how good it felt to have this huge man under her, his lethal hands touching her tenderly, his whole body hers for the taking and doing.
Time stood still now, as she kissed him again and again. She became bolder, her hands running over the muscles in his chest, her body resting on his more heavily. He became more gentle, letting her take the lead more and more, not wanting to take any of the control away from her.”
― Marysol James, Enemy Mine

“Jax swung his leg over the seat and stood over her. Sarah looked at him now, really saw the whole man. Was it her imagination, or did he look even bigger in the moonlight? More muscled, more domineering? Stronger, sexier, hotter? She shivered.

“You cold?” he asked her.

“No.”

“Come over here for a sec, doll.”

She stood stock-still, suddenly afraid.

“It’s OK.” He gave her that grin that made her stomach flip. “Before we talk, there’s one thing we need to get out of the way.”

“What’s that?”

“Come over here and I’ll tell you.”

Slowly, she covered the distance between them and stood in front of him. “Tell me what?”

“This.” Jax gently took her face in both of his hands, avoiding her bruised cheek, and leaned down. She gasped, then his mouth was on hers, and all thought stopped.

The kiss was unlike anything Sarah had ever experienced in her life. His lips were surprisingly soft, and when she balanced herself on his chest, she felt his incredible muscle under her fingertips.

The contradiction of hard and soft, of pure animal strength tempered by a tender touch, shocked her, moved her. Sarah felt her legs weaken with lust, and she swayed forward. He moved his hands off her face then, and Jax wrapped his arms around her shaking body. He held her close, held her up. Jax cradled her, and Sarah felt protected and secure for the first time in a long time. Maybe the first time ever.

Jax couldn’t believe how it felt to finally touch her the way that he wanted to. She was warm and sweet, and her response was incredible. Total surrender; aching want; hot need. He’d never have guessed that Sarah would give over so completely, and he kissed her over and over again, loving how she tasted.

He finally pulled back, fighting with himself to do so. He opened his eyes and saw that hers were still closed. Her mouth was swollen and she trembled against him a bit. He ran his fingers through her curls, brushed her hair back from her gorgeous face.

“Open your eyes, baby,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “Look at me.”
― Marysol James, Dangerous Curves

“This is going to be good, right? This thing with us?” “Aw, babe.” His heart clenched up tight at her sweetness, her vulnerability. “It already is.”
― Marysol James, Solid Steel

“Her hands tightened in his hair, and he heard her silent plea. Jim closed his eyes and settled his whole mouth on her, his tongue moving on her clit, slow and gentle. He rolled the hard bud between his lips, teasing and loving it, then licked her full length, lapping at her sweet moisture, greedy and wanting more. He was down on his knees in front of her, worshipping her, cherishing her, and she knew it. She felt it.

His tongue moved inside her now, thrusting in and out, and Kat gave a cry of want, of need. Jim looked up at her.

“How do you want to come, baby?” His voice was guttural, his finger slipping inside her, stroking her slick channel. “Tell me what you want.”
― Marysol James, Enemy From The Past