To think that she’d gone so long without knowing how crazy passion could make you and how hot and hungry you could feel when that passion was denied.
Even at their best, none of her previous boyfriends had come anywhere near the way Jackson made her feel with just two stolen kisses.
And they didn’t have abs like these.
She traced each one and then followed the same path with her tongue.
He reared up off the bed. “I thought we agreed that this was a bad idea.”
She looked up at him innocently. “You agreed. I didn’t.”
“Ridley,” he warned.
“I have a proposition for you,” she whispered against his beautifully taut lower abdomen.
“Christ.” He shuddered as she bit him gently. “Yes. Whatever you want, I say yes.”
“One night. You said you aren’t ready to love and that’s okay. Let’s just get it out of our systems, and tomorrow it’ll be like it never happened. Like a dream.”
What if she walked away from Jackson without indulging and then never met anyone else she had this connection with? What if she never understood what her girlfriends in college had whispered about, the kind of lust that made you forget your own name and do things that embarrassed you the next morning?
For once she would take her sister’s advice and worry about the consequences later.
“If you don’t agree, just tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop.”
“That would be impossible,” he mumbled.
Trailing her fingers around his neck, she stroked the sensitive skin behind his ears. His eyes slid closed against the sensual pressure she was exerting. She shifted her attention to the bunched muscles in his neck and giggled softly at his moans when she stopped touching him.
Once his eyes opened again, she reached up and pulled the band from her hair. She gently combed the thick strands around her face before pushing Jackson to lie on his back.
“I was trying to be the good guy here.”
“Don’t be,” she whispered. She licked her lips slowly and Jackson cursed softly. “So, we’re in agreement?”
“Hell yeah. I’ve got a lot to work out of my system where you’re concerned.” His hands came up and found her breasts through the tee shirt she’d borrowed. “Damn, girl. My shirt never looked this good on me.”
“It’ll look even better once I take it off.” She yanked it over her head and let it drift to the floor next to the bed.
The thin cotton panties she wore couldn’t conceal the wet heat between her legs as she leaned over him, tendrils of her hair trailing over his chest and stomach.
Despite her protests, he flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his before she could move. He grabbed her hands and held them over her head. Ridley tried to free herself, but found she had no strength to struggle. The force of his arms holding her down was strangely thrilling and she savored the feeling of his thick body pressing her into the mattress.
Jackson would never hurt her and her trust in him made her feel safe despite her captivity.
Then he licked a path from her neck down to her shoulder. She squirmed beneath him as he gently laved a nipple before kissing each of her ribs. He licked into the dip of her belly button and then glanced up at her before moving lower.
“If you only knew the things I want to do to you,” he breathed against her thigh.
Is he? Oh, yes he is, she thought breathlessly, right before he bit her lower belly.
She cried out when he licked her through the soft silk at her core, the heat of his tongue penetrating through the fabric.
“Open for me, baby girl. That’s it.” He growled his approval when her legs fell open and then he moved forward, his whole body crowding into the space between them. He kissed her like he was kissing her mouth, like he couldn’t get enough. He held her thighs open, not letting her close them.
“Jackson.” She shuddered beneath him as he tongued the material until it clung to her skin. He looked up at her, his eyes even darker, glazed over with lust.
Then he hooked a finger in her panties and edged them to the side. He held her gaze as he leaned back down, his mouth meeting her skin to skin for the first time.
“Oh my god.” She grabbed the sheets, twisting them until her fingers felt like they’d break. Perspiration broke out over her skin as he did something with his teeth that sent her flying. Colors exploded behind her eyelids as she came under his mouth, her flesh contracting against his lips.
She clamped a hand over her mouth as sensations raced over every inch of her skin. He kept at it, licking deeper until she felt herself climbing again.
“Jackson, please!”
Her cries seemed to incite him, drive him harder as he pulled her between his lips over and over. She pushed backward with her hands, instinctively trying to escape from the overwhelming sensations, but he wouldn’t let her. Her breaths came faster and faster as he gripped her thighs and forced her to take it. Forced her to take the pleasure until she came for him again.
Tears slid down her cheeks as she shivered under him. The wave of ecstasy finally crested and she was left panting in its wake. Once she was aware of herself again, she looked down to see him watching her. She turned her face against her arm, suddenly embarrassed.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” he teased. He gently pried the tangled sheet from her fists and then yanked it from the bed.
She let out a startled laugh. “Sorry about that. I didn’t rip it, did I?”
He gave her a slow, sexy smile.
“Not yet.”
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