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"Kimberly?" Jax opens the door to find the young woman standing on his doorstep, soaked from the rain. She grins at him from under a mop of wet hair, and steps into the foyer of his new house. "What on earth are you doing here at this hour, in this weather?"
"Now Jasper, no lecturing." Slipping out of her wet coat, she turns and hands him a bottle of wine. "You finally moved out of that horrible hotel, and I wanted to come over and help you celebrate."
Taking the bottle from her, he grins and wags a finger at her. "Kim, how many times do I have to tell you…"
"I know, I know, don’t call you Jasper. I honestly don’t see why you don’t like your name, I love it." Waltzing into the living room, she twirls around gracefully, eyeing everything. Well, the little of ‘everything’ there was. "Great place. Who’s your decorator? I simply must hire them to do the stalls at the barn. They certainly have the look down." Jax doesn’t say anything, and sets the wine down, getting two glasses from the bar in the corner. "I really love the rustic, sparse look to the decor." She leans on the back of the couch and smiles. Rolling his eyes, he strolls over to her, hands her a glass of wine, and presses his lips to hers. Pulling back, they smile at each other.
"Will you shut up already? If you want to celebrate my new home, don’t insult it." Their glasses clink, and they both drink the small amount of alcohol in them. Kimberly sets her glass down and looks at Jax, who’s gone to sit on the couch just below her. Grinning, he reaches up and pulls her down over the back of the couch, her legs swinging towards his, her head ending up on his chest.
"Jax!" She giggles and sits up to look at him.
"What?" A playful look on his face, he reaches over and tickles her. She giggles louder and retaliates with a throw pillow. They fight back and forth, both laughing, until the ringing phone interrupts them. Jax grabs it off the floor on the other side of the room. "Hello?…yeah, hold on a second." He tosses the phone to Kimberly. "It’s Robin. Reni sounds upset."
Frowning, she picks up the phone from the couch cushion. "Hey sis, what’s up?" Standing, she paces around a small area of floor space.
On the other end of the phone, Robin is trying to calm her niece down. "I’m so sorry to bother you, I know you wanted to be alone with Jax tonight. Reni won’t stop crying. I told you I make a horrible baby-sitter." Switching ears on the phone, she takes a breath.
"Robin, slow down. I told you she’s a little sick, she’s going to be crying a bit. You’re fine with her, just calm down." Shaking her head at Jax, who’s standing next to her, looking concerned, she runs her fingers through her hair. "And thanks again for helping me out. Will you be okay?"
Robin nods, then laughs. "You can’t hear me nod, can you? Never mind, we’re fine. I’m just being neurotic. Go back to Jax. We’ll see you in the morning." Not waiting for an answer, she hangs up, leaving Kimberly to smile.
"Everything okay with the munchkin?" Jax takes the phone from her hand. She nods. "Good. Robin just being worried as usual?"
"Yeah." She leans her body against his, her head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around her.
"Reni just misses her mommy." He tips her head to look into her eyes. "So do I, when you’re not around." She smiles softly, and he dips his head, capturing her in a gentle kiss. She reaches to twine her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to her, deepening the kiss. His tongue slips past her lips into her mouth, tasting her. Their tongues meet in a game of tag as she moves a hand to his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. Opening the material, her other hand leaves his hair, and both run over his chest. He pulls back to look at her a moment. "Should we slow down a little?"
Kimberly giggles. "Why? Neither of us are exactly virgins Jax. And unless you don’t want me, I sure as hell want to make love with you." She touches his cheek. "I’m sorry, just ignore my tone of voice. I’m more amused that you asked than anything. I never would have thought you would think you had to. It’s sweet though." He smiles at her, she grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him back to her. He slides his hands under her shirt to her bra-less breasts. Cupping them, he runs his thumbs over her hardening nipples. She moans, and grabs the hem of her shirt, hauling it over her head. As it hits the floor his head dips to her breast, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking.
Kim stumbles backwards into the wall, Jax moving with her. She leans on the hard surface as she removes his shirt. Hands free again, he clasps her waist, pushing her leggings down to her boots. His attention turning to her other breast, he groans into her flesh as she runs her fingers over the outline of his erection through his pants. Her hands undo his belt and pants, pushing them and his boxers off his hips. Stepping out of them, he kneels on the floor in front of her. Lifting first one foot then the other, he takes off her boots. Her leggings follow, and his fingers hook under the band of her black satin panties. Kissing her taut stomach, he inches the material down her legs. She kicks them off and parts her legs as he runs his tongue up from her knee to her inner thigh. Repeating the movement on her other leg, he smiles against her skin as her hands find their way into his hair. Burying his head between her legs, his tongue touches her clitoris, causing her to cry out. A hand holds her waist, the other dips to just below his mouth, two fingers slipping inside her. Alternately licking and sucking on her clitoris, he feels her muscles clench on his fingers, her hands tighten in his hair. Crying out his name, she begins orgasming, her breath in sharp short pants. Had he not had a hold on her, she might have fallen, her knees were so weak.
Not waiting until she starts coming down, Jax stands, cups her buttocks, lifting her off the ground, and enters her. Her legs wrap around his waist as he kisses her. She tastes herself on his lips and tongue as he withdraws almost completely from her and thrusts into her deeply. Tightening her hold with her legs, she meets his thrusts, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He increases his pace, thrusting harder and faster. Her mouth makes its way down his throat. As she nibbles on the throbbing pulse at the base of his neck he groans, his orgasm coursing through him. He finds a nipple again and bites gently, her body beginning to shudder with a second orgasm. Her moans mingle in the air with his, and their hold on each other tightens. Gasping for air, they cling to each other.
"I’m sorry." The first words out of Jax’s mouth. Kimberly looks at him curiously from under passion-heavy eyelids.
"What for?" Unwrapping her legs, she slides to the floor. He pulls out of her and picks her up, not speaking. Setting her on the couch and grabbing a blanket to wrap them in, he takes her back in his arms. "Jasper," her voice is almost exasperated. "What are you sorry for?"
He looks at her, eyes serious. "For not making love to you the way I wanted to. Slowly, tenderly, like I should have. For not taking you upstairs to my bed. For…" She cuts him off with a kiss, and then her fingers on his lips.
"Hush. I’ve got to tell you something Jax. I’ve never made love like that before. It was incredible. You couldn’t have made that better." She smiles, running her fingers through his hair.
"I could have at least tried." She laughs and shakes her head at him. He tightens his arms around her. "Will you let me try?" Grinning, he kisses her shoulder.
"Who am I to stop you from a pursuit of perfection?" Standing, she pulls him to his feet, and leads him upstairs to his bedroom.