Chasing The Sun (Angel Sands 7)

“What does it stand for?” he asked, his gaze dropping to her behind again.

“It’s me, when I first started traveling. Like I’d been in a cocoon for most of my life, waiting for it to begin.” She ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “Do you like it?”

His voice was thick. “Yeah, I like it.

With his eyes set on hers, he slowly unbuttoned his jeans, until he was wearing shorts and nothing else. She turned to watch him, her heart hammering against her chest.

She was on fire just from looking at him. Wide shoulders, muscled chest, thighs that looked like they wouldn’t be out of place on a Greek sculpture. And in the center of it all, straining against his dark boxers, was the one thing her body needed.

Without a word, she stepped toward him and dropped to her knees, pulling his hard length from his shorts and wrapping her lips around it.

Jackson muttered a low oath, his head falling back as she took him in. All of him. Every smooth, hot, masculine inch.

Coiling his fingers around her hair, he murmured words she couldn’t quite make out as she moved her mouth up and down, loving the way his legs were almost buckling. She slid her fingers up his thighs and around to his muscled ass, digging into the taut flesh as she brought him as high as he’d brought her.

He pulled away, his eyes flashing, his mouth open. She looked up, her brows knitting together as she wondered if she’d done something wrong.

“I want to be inside of you when I come,” he told her with a graveled voice, as he took her hands and pulled her up. “Get on the bed.”

Her lips curled, because there was something damn sexy about being told what to do in the bedroom. Stepping back until she felt the softness of his bedcovers against her legs, she sat down on the edge of the mattress, looking up at him expectantly.

“Take your bra off.”

She did as she was told, unclasping it at the back and sliding the straps down her arms. He swallowed hard as he took her in.

“And my panties?” she asked breathily.

“Keep them on. They’re mine to take off.” He pushed her gently down on the bed and kneeled in front of her, running his fingers up her inner thighs, making her muscles tremble as he reached her aching center. Pulling her panties aside, he slid a finger against her.

“Still wet,” he murmured, pulling her panties down her legs and sliding them from her feet. “So damn ready for me.”

“Always.”

Her breath caught in her throat, because he was kissing her there, his lips tugging at her, his tongue caressing.

She heard a rip of a condom wrapper. He slid it on and braced himself over her, cupping her jaw with his hand as he kissed her again. She could taste herself on him, sweet and tangy, but then he pushed his hardness against her and all thoughts flew out of her mind.

Her mouth fell open as he pushed inside her, his eyes catching hers to make sure she was okay. She nodded, and he pushed more, until he filled her to the hilt. She took a deep breath to get used to the thick, full sensation.

“Too much?” he asked.

“No,” she gasped. “I’m good. Don’t stop.” Hooking her legs around his hips, she encouraged him against her, feeling that familiar, hot electric need as he slowly began to move.

A moan escaped from her lips every time their bodies ground against each other. She was so aware of every part of him. His lips against hers, his hands caressing her breasts, his hardness moving and teasing and making her fly.

She was tightening around him, white hot ecstasy making her cry out his name as he groaned loudly, slowing his movements as she rode out the waves.

He stilled his breath hot and fast against her face, his low voice muttering her name as he shuddered with ecstasy.

She could feel his heart pounding against her skin, matching the rhythm of her own. Slowly, he pulled out, taking care of the condom before he looked at her with soft eyes.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing the hair from her face. He was smiling at her, and damn if it didn’t make her heart do a crazy leap.

A wave of pure happiness washed over her. “I’m good.” She caught her lip between her teeth, staring up at this man who knew exactly what to do to make her feel good. The man who made her wish for things she’d never have. Things she knew were never meant for her.

“Come here,” he said, helping her up the mattress until their heads were on the overstuffed pillows, his arm circling her as he pulled her against him. She dropped her chin on his chest with a sigh, pleasure still warming her skin and loosening her muscles.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered into her hair.