Her breathing grew erratic. Frantic hands gripped his shoulders for something to hold on to as her inner walls clenched around the fingers buried deep inside of her, and a flood of arousal coated his hand. She shuddered, her hips jerking hard as sensation battered her body, and the fucking icing on the cake was when Tara screamed his name, letting him know she was completely aware of exactly who’d taken her over that edge.
She’d been worried that this first time would be awkward, and he was pretty fucking sure he’d dispelled that concern. In fact, he couldn’t remember seeing anything as stunning as Tara in the throes of ecstasy, and he couldn’t wait to take her there again.
When she finally came back to the present, he removed his hand from her jeans, and he made sure she was watching when he brought his wet fingers to his lips and sucked two of them into his mouth. Her eyes widened in shock, and he gave her a wicked grin as he slowly pulled them back out with a low, delectable sound of pleasure.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he said on a blissful groan. “Hot and sweet, like goddamn honey. I can’t wait to lap all that sugar up with my tongue.”
Even in the dim lighting from the one lamp she’d turned on in the living room, there was no mistaking the self-conscious way she bit her bottom lip and wouldn’t meet his gaze. Clearly, she wasn’t used to such explicit dirty talk or even filthier sexual games. Then again, she had six years of catching up to do, and he was guessing any lovers she’d had prior to him had never been so frank about what, exactly, they wanted to do to her.
He didn’t have that problem. He was going to have all the fun of stripping away her inhibitions, all the satisfaction of corrupting her. Lucky him.
First things first, he touched her jaw and made her look at him. “Don’t go getting all shy on me now, sweetheart. That was just orgasm number one. We still have a whole lot of sinning left to do.”
“I’m not being shy. I’ve just never had a guy . . . do that before.”
“What, lick the delicious taste of your pussy from his fingers?” He chuckled, because she looked adorable when she was flustered, and he couldn’t resist teasing her. “It’s no different than me going down on you with my mouth, which fucking sounds like a great idea to me right now.”
Before she could say another word—because he was done wasting time talking when they had better, hotter, more pleasurable things to do—he swept her up into his arms, dismissing her gasp of surprise as he headed in the direction she’d indicated earlier. Ignoring the way her bare breasts bounced with each step he took required much more effort.
“Which room?” he asked, seeing a few doors to his right and left.
“The one at the very end on the right.”
He walked inside and set her on her feet by the end of the bed. The adjoining bathroom was a few steps away, and he walked over and turned on the light so there was just enough illumination for him to see her alluring body and her breathtaking curves as he came back to her again.
He toed off his shoes and removed his socks. Her jeans were still unbuttoned and unzipped, and he grabbed the waistband of her pants and slowly pushed the denim material and her silky panties over her hips and down to her thighs, then helped her out of the tangle of clothing. She stood in front of him, completely naked, with a vulnerable glimmer in her eyes that told him this wasn’t just any ordinary fuck for her.
It wasn’t for him, either. There hadn’t been anything ordinary about her, or the feelings she evoked in him, since the first moment they’d met.
“Sit down on the edge of the bed,” he murmured.
She complied, keeping her legs demurely together, which he’d allow for now, though that momentary show of modesty did make him smile as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. It was as though she was struggling with two distinct versions of herself—a sweet good girl who didn’t want to appear too overtly eager and a wanton dirty girl who wanted to indulge in provocative, steamy fantasies. Tonight, he was going to coax the uninhibited bad girl to come out to play.
He reached into the front pocket of his jeans and withdrew the half dozen rubbers he’d brought with him and tossed them onto the bed next to her. She glanced at the foil wrappers, then back up at him with an impressed smile on her lips.
“That’s a lot of condoms,” she said, one of her dark brows rising inquisitively. “Feeling extra lucky tonight?”
He smirked. “Oh, you have no idea just how lucky I’m feeling.”
When he slowly began opening the front of his jeans, her gaze dropped to where his hands were, and yeah, he was fucking gratified to hear the hitch of anticipation that tangled in her throat as she caught sight of the thick bulge straining against the boxer briefs he wore. He stripped the rest of his clothes off and straightened, and that uneven inhale of breath he’d just heard turned into a low, strangled moan as she stared unabashedly at his sizeable erection.
Her jaw dropped open slightly, and she absently licked her lips, as if she were already tasting him on her tongue, in her mouth. The hungry look in her eyes had his dick jerking in response.
“Stop looking at my cock like that, or you’ll be on your knees with it halfway down your throat within the next thirty seconds,” he warned, almost not recognizing the harsh, dominant sound of his own voice.
She blinked up at him, her hands clutching the comforter on the bed as sublime lust played across her features. “I don’t think I’d mind that at all.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. His dick was totally on board with that idea, and he had to seriously remind himself that tonight was all about Tara and not watching her lips slide up and down his shaft as she sucked him off. “I’m going to hold you to that promise, another time. Right now, I want you to spread those gorgeous legs for me. Show me that sweet pussy I’m dying to taste again.”
She did as he’d ordered, and he knelt in front of her, his gaze devouring all that erotically smooth skin, the soft lips of her pussy, the pretty pink petals of her sex. He glanced a little higher and saw a tattoo on the lower left side of her bikini line. It was all script and read: The struggle is part of the story.
There was so much emotion and meaning behind those words, and while he was curious to know the significance of the ink, he saved the question for later. Right now this was part of their story, and he wanted his first time with her to exceed her expectations and leave her completely sated.
“Lie back and close your eyes,” he instructed as he pressed his hands to her knees to open her even wider. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”
Chapter Nine
Tara was a slave to Jackson’s every command. Whatever he asked, she obeyed without question, wanting to experience every single level of intimate pleasure with this man. She’d never felt so worshipped, so beautiful and desirable as she did with him.