JAXON (The Caine Brothers Book 4) by Margaret Madigan Read Free Book Online

sucked in a hissing breath. When he flicked the other one with his tongue, she let the breath out on a long moan. His cock jerked against his zipper. It wanted out.
    Leaning back on his heels, he took a moment to appreciate her disheveled beauty. Copper hair in disarray, lids heavy with desire, puffy-kissed lips, her dress open at the top and pushed up from the bottom. She was stunning.
    He rested his hands on her ankles and slowly slid his fingers up the outsides of her legs. Shiver bumps dotted her skin as he continued up over the swell of her hips, the indent of her waist, her ribs, and up over her arms pushing the dress as he went. She raised her arms over her head, allowing him to remove the dress so she lay before him in just her bra and panties—both yellow lace.
    “Turn,” he said.
    She shifted to her side and he undid the bra, slipping it off her shoulder as he pushed her onto her back again, then removing it completely, leaving her lovely breasts bared to him. His balls felt full and heavy just looking at her.
    “Shouldn’t we turn off the lights?” she asked, moving to cross her arms over her chest.
    He stopped her. “Are you kidding? I want to see every inch of you. And I want to watch your face when I make you come for the first time.”
    “I’ve come before.”
    “Only by yourself, right?”
    A dainty blush stained her cheeks. “Yes.”
    “Well, then. I’ll get to be the first to see your face when you come.”
    Something possessive in his gut staked a claim at being the first. The word mine might have flit through his mind, but he did a mental pfft and dismissed it.
    He hooked his thumbs into her panties and worked them down slowly, watching her face as he did. She held his gaze, but bit her lip. Her flush deepened when he flung the panties over his shoulder and finally allowed himself to glance down at her pussy before she demurely closed her legs.
    Ginger, pink, and wet for him. Holy. Shit. So beautiful. And not just her pussy, but all of her slender, willing, shy body laid out for him, and her big, round trusting eyes watching his every move.
    He suddenly felt both the weight of responsibility to give her a spine-tingling orgasm, but also to be the kind of man who didn’t dismiss her as unimportant or treat her like something to be used and tossed aside. He’d been guilty enough of that kind of behavior in the past, though to be fair the women who’d shared his bed had wanted to be there for their own reasons—bragging rights, mostly—so there had always been mutual understanding, and he made sure every woman he had sex with had walked away satisfied. That was just common courtesy—something he’d learned from older brothers when he started to be sexually active.
    “Um,” she said, glancing down at his groin then back up. “Your pants look a little tight.”
    He chuckled. “They are. You think I should take them off?”
    A timid smile formed at the corners of her mouth. “Yes, please.”
    Jesus. He about came just from adorable overload. He’d never experienced anything like her bashful sexiness. Out on the road, women threw themselves at him like starving jackals. He’d had no experience with someone like Lily who knew who he was, but still treated him like a normal person. She didn’t care if he was a rock god, or a mailman. She’d look at him the same either way.
    Backing off the bed, he stood in front of her and pulled out his wallet. He fished for a condom and waved it suggestively at her, waggling an eyebrow as he did. After tossing it on the bed beside her, he shoved his jeans and boxers off. They slid down his legs and he kicked them away. Lily leaned up on her elbows and watched the whole procedure, and when his cock sprang out hard as a rock and at full attention she gasped and her eyes went wide. He tried really hard not to chuckle at her response. It did a lot for his ego even knowing she couldn’t have seen a lot of cocks in her time, so probably didn’t have a lot