Free Maid For You - A Cinderella Love Story by Paisley Lang Page A

at peace.
    Surfacing at the other end of the pool and pushing my hair back out of my eyes, I look around for Jax, and when I can’t see him, I’m deflated. He’s obviously decided to go in.
    I blow out a breath. God, I wanted him to kiss me so bad. I’m incredibly attracted to him. I can’t tell if it’s mutual, but I think he feels it too. Either way, a nagging voice at the back of my mind reminds me that I’m playing a dangerous game.
    I’m treading water, and something grabs my leg. About to instinctively kick away, I almost shriek out loud when Jax’s face bobs to the surface, splashing my face lightly.
    His bare chest is visible, the moonlight highlighting his muscled form. A tingling sensation begins to take place in my stomach and my heart begins to pound. Without thinking, I reach out and bring the tips of my fingers to his chest, tracing against his hard pecs and over the tattoo he has inscribed.
    He stops moving, a small groan escaping from his mouth, giving me courage to explore further. I run my hand over his chest and then lower down under the water, over his taut abs.
    “You must work out a lot.” My face heats up, even though I know he can’t see me. What a dumb comment.
    He places his hand over mine, wrapping his fingers over mine, and ceases my exploration.
    I bite my lip. “I’m sorry.” I try to pull away, but he holds me firm over his chest, where I can feel his rapidly beating heart.
    Encircling his other arm around my waist, he draws me closer to him so that my breasts are pushed up against his chest.
    “Jax…” I don’t know what to do, how to respond. I don’t know anything except how to feel. And he feels so damn good against me. My eyes flutter to a close, enjoying being in his arms, skin to skin - something I’ve been dreaming of for some time.
    When I reopen my eyes, he’s staring at me and as if in slow motion, he brings his lips to mine, his eyes seeking permission. I close my eyes, parting my lips in anticipation, and gasp as he caresses his tongue over my lips, darting slowly between them. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I register a small moan escaping from within me, which only spurs him on further, deepening our kiss. The water splashes lightly around us and I loosen my hand from the side of the pool and wrap my arms around his neck. He reaches under the water and tugs on my legs with his free arm, causing me to wrap myself around him, feeling his hardness through his boxers. His mouth is crushing against mine, demanding, as if he’d never get another chance.
    I melt into his arms, the tequila loosening me up, and he kisses the hell out of me, as though he’s starving for the taste of my lips. A low growl comes the back of his throat as our tongues entwine and dance intimately together. He pulls me even closer and I love the way I feel in his arms - safe and protected, his skill and urgency hinting of things that could come. His erection pushes up against me, hitting my sensitive nerves and sending sparks of electricity to my groin, making me damp with need and desire. Shifting his leg, he presses and adds pressure between my legs, creating an intense ache of pleasure. Following my body, I grind against him, craving more, drowning in my new-found pleasure.
    Finally, we come up for air, gasping, our breath panting over each other’s faces. His eyes are wild with lust, holding steady onto mine.
    “I’ve been dreaming of how you’d taste for the past few weeks.” He pushes me against the side and untangling my legs, lifts me out of the water and onto the concrete. The change in temperature should make me shiver, but I’m radiating heat like I’m in the desert. “I need to taste you, baby.”
    I’m speechless as Jax nips at the fleshy part of my thighs. He spreads my legs apart and with one finger, he pulls my panties to the side, baring me in front of him. My heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest, but I’m consumed with lust. I close my eyes