Dirty, Reckless Love (Boys of Jackson Harbor 3)

She pulls her knees up on either side of my hips, allowing me to settle between her thighs, and I can feel the heat of her through my jeans. I’m so fucking hard from a simple kiss, and I want to know how it would feel to be pressed against her, flesh to flesh.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against her mouth.

“Then touch me.”

I don’t ask her what this means or what happens tomorrow or where we stand. Why ask when I know I can’t refuse? I’d give her anything she wanted, regardless of how she answered. I won’t ruin this moment by asking her for answers I might not want to hear.

With a small smile, she presses a palm against my chest. I sit back on my heels and watch in awe as she tugs her shirt off over her head, then unclasps her bra and tosses it to the side.

Her breasts are full, her nipples tight and perfect. I shift forward, kissing her mouth before moving down her neck, glorying in the way she arches and turns her head to give me better access to the sweet spot beneath her ear.

I kiss my way across her collarbone, then down over her breasts, where I flick my tongue across one nipple. She practically vibrates as she shifts toward my mouth. I feel her need as acutely as I feel my own. I cup her breast in one hand and pull her nipple into my mouth. She gasps. “God. This. Levi . . .”

My name on her lips is my favorite song, and I wish I could play it on repeat. My other hand slides down to her skirt. It’s bunched around her hips, and I find the zipper and tug at the waistband, greedy to feel her heat, desperate to turn her gasps into moans and make her come. She helps me, and I pull away long enough for her to peel off her skirt and panties. The second she’s free of them, she grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head.

When she reaches for the button on my jeans, I stop

her. “Let me touch you first.”

Her eyes meet mine as she lies on her back in an invitation I can’t refuse. I hover over her, supporting myself on one hand while the other slides between our bodies to cradle her between her legs. The slick heat on my fingers makes me dizzy with lust. With need.

She closes her eyes. “Don’t hate me for this tomorrow.”

“I could never hate you.” But I hesitate. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. Please.” She lifts her hips, pressing into my touch as if asking for more. “It’s just that I’m afraid you’ll—”

“Shh.” I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her hard. “There’s nothing you need to be afraid of right now. Not from me.”

“I need you. I want this.”

I slide a finger inside her. She’s hot and tight and so damn wet. As if she’s been thinking about this as long as I have. “You feel so good,” I whisper into her neck. “So fucking hot.”

“Oh my God.” She rocks into my hand, moaning when I suck at her neck and nibble the path to her shoulder. “Levi.”

I fuck her with my hand, loving the way she tightens around me, loving the movement of her hips growing more erratic, more desperate. I commit every piece of the moment to memory. The flush of her cheeks in the moonlight, the way my name comes in a gasp off her lips like she’s breathing me in, the way her moans of pleasure mingle with the light breeze floating through the trees.

When she comes, it’s so exquisite that I nearly do too. My blood pulses hard and hot toward my cock, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure down my spine.

Swallowing, I pull away.

She grabs my wrist to hold me close. “Where are you going?”

I shake my head. “Nowhere.” I don’t want to tell her that the pressure of her thigh against my cock nearly had me embarrassing myself in my jeans. “I’m right here.”

“Make love to me,” she whispers.

“Ellie, I—”

She puts a finger to my lips. “I have no regrets. No matter what happens, tonight is a gift. It’s what I want. If you want it too, don’t pull away. Not yet.”

I don’t like the yet or the idea that she’s already planning an end to this, but I focus on the rest. Tonight is a gift. It’s what I want.

I watch her as I strip out of my jeans. I push them down my legs and kick them to the side as the cool night air washes over my bare skin.

Her eyes are glued to me, watching every movement. Her gaze skips over my bare chest down to my hard cock.

I reach into the back window of my truck and grab a condom from my stash.