And my heart—oh god, my heart is a mess. It’s like a hard fist in my body, and no matter what I say or do, that feeling won’t go away tonight. I’m not even sure I want it to.
Jerking me to him, he gathers me in his arms, his warm breath fanning my ear. “I really should turn you over my knee for what you said back at the restaurant.” He tugs my small hoop earring between his teeth. I spread my fingers on his chest and I’m shocked that his heart is just as erratic as mine. “There are so many things I should do because you’re so goddamn infuriating, but I just want to be inside of you.”
“Yes,” I gasp as he drops my earring. He kisses me, tongues a hot trail down my neck to my breasts while his hands rip at my zipper. He lets the dress fall around my ankles, takes a step back and presses his fist to his mouth. The way he looks at me—like it’s the first time he’s ever seen me—raises a wall around me. I lift my arms to hug them around my bare breasts, but he shakes his head.
“If you cover your perfect body, Flick, I really will spank that ass until you can’t sit for a week.”
For some reason, I believe him. Although I only had one drink tonight, I walk as if I’m drunk as he leads me into the bedroom. The lamps are off, but the city lights streaming through the open floor-to-ceiling windows cast a breathtaking glow over his body. He reaches out to me again and I shiver when his hands span my narrow waist.
“You are beautiful, Flick.” He kisses my throat, making my pulse leap against his mouth. “So perfect and soft. God, why did it take me so long to find you?”
His words make my body sing and that feeling of being completely inebriated intensifies as he lifts me up, coaxing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I tug at his red tie. He responds by arching me back and drawing my nipple between his teeth. “That feels so good,” I murmur. “So fucking good.”
“Say that one more time,” he orders, and I obey, dragging a noise from the back of his throat that makes me even more desperate to get his clothes off. It’s not fair—that I’m nearly naked again but he’s fully dressed. He chuckles when my fingers wrap around his tie. Licking my nipple one final time, he straightens my body, sets me on my feet and strokes my hand to his erection. “Your focus should be here, sweet. Let me worry about everything else.”
“I want you,” I whisper, stunned at how confident I sound as I undo his belt to touch his cock. I stroke my fingers over him, just like he taught me. “Good god, I want you so bad, Jackson.”
His lips cover mine desperately, hungrily. I return his kiss without hesitation, my heart beating faster as I feel his fingers between us, working the buttons on his shirt loose. After he shrugs it off, giving me access to his toned golden body, I place one hand over his chest and give his cock another tug. I’m thrilled when a moan of pleasure pushes past his lips.
“I love it when my greedy Little Flick comes out to play.”
“Touch me,” I respond.
His blue-green irises darken with lust, and he licks his lips. Taking me to the bed, he lays me back then hovers his body over mine. “Tell me what you want.”
My entire body hums, and he’s not even started. “Everything,” I whisper.
Groaning, he traces his rough fingertips down my arms to cup my breasts. He plumps them, squeezing them together, before he takes my nipple between his teeth. My harsh gasp of pleasure breaks the silence in the room, and I arch my back.
“You taste so delicious, Flick.” He rolls my nipple between his fingertips and I squirm around. Of all the feelings in the world, this has to be one of the best—the sensation of his tongue and his teeth tugging at my nipple. I want more. Need it.
“Jackson!” I cry out, and he chuckles.
He pulls away suddenly, but I lift my hips. He slaps my ass. “So impatient to get your sweet little pussy filled, aren’t you?”
Those words alone launch shockwaves through me.
Using some expert sex god magic, he manages to get out of his pants while he explores my mouth with his. Entirely naked now, he dips his hand into my panties, grazing my clit with two fingers.
The heat between my legs is an inferno and it terrifies me. Excites me. Brings me to life.
He rips his mouth from mine to lick my ear. “Do you want more?”
I nod and he slips his finger inside me. I want to tell him how crazy he makes me, but I’m breathing so hard I can’t speak. Pleasure spirals through me, and when he adds another finger, all intelligent thought flies out the window.