Undeniable

When I catch my breath again, he’s trailing kisses down my body, over my stomach and lower. I watch, eyelids heavy, as he hooks his fingers into my panties and pulls them down.

“Take off your clothes,” I tell him, my eyes on the hard ridge in his shorts.

His smile is

teasing. “If you insist,” He replies, dropping a kiss between my legs before getting up to pull the shorts off along with his briefs.

I feast my eyes on the hard length of his arousal, feeling the rush of liquid heat at my core. I move to the edge of the bed and reach for him, my fingers closing around the warm, smooth skin stretched tight over his hardness.

At the touch of my fingers, he closes his eyes “Olivia.’ He moans.

I stoke my fingers down from the tip to the base and back again, stroking my thumb over the moisture at the tip and watching as he gets even harder in my hand.

He brushes my fingers away. “I’m sorry Olivia, I’ve waited too long. I can’t wait one more moment.

“Me neither.”

Abruptly he sits on the bed and pulls me up so that I’m straddling him, both knees beside his hips on either side, then he positions himself and cups my butt, pulling me closer and sliding slowly inside me.

The pleasure is so intense, my brain shuts down. I’m gripping his shoulder, holding on for support, and feeling as if I’m going to die from the exquisite feeling of being completely and perfectly filled.

His hands move from my butt to my waist, and he lets me fall backwards until I’m half lying and half kneeling, supported by his hands, my breasts exposed to his gaze, then he starts to move in and out of me with an intense, hungry pace.

His hands around my waist are directing our movements, lifting me and bringing me back down to meet the thrust of his hips. The cabin is filled with the sound of my moans as he drives me crazier and crazier with each excruciatingly pleasurable thrust. I reach for his chest, feeling the flexing muscles under skin that’s slick with sweat. His eyes are closed, a frown on his brow as he thrusts his hips, sliding sweetly in and out of me. I feel as if I’m going to explode.

He opens his eyes and they are so full of stark helpless arousal, my body clenches, and a sound escapes me that could be anything from a moan to a scream. I shatter around him, feeling his body tense and jerk as he explodes inside me.

He collapses back on the bed, pulling me down until I’m lying over him. He holds me close like that in his arms, both of us breathing deeply. I shudder with residual pleasure when he pulls out of me and moves until we’re lying side by side on the bed, facing each other.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about this since I saw you get out of that car the first day you came.” He murmurs, his eyes holding mine.

I sigh. How long ago that seems now, yet it’s only been a few days. What now? I want to ask. Has anything changed? Only I don’t need to ask. None of the oceans between us have disappeared. We’re still the same people we were an hour ago, only now we’ve had sex again. Granted it was explosive, soul shattering sex, but that didn’t mean that anything had changed.

“Why that look?” Jackson asks, taking my chin in his hands. “Do you regret this?’

I shake my head. “No.”

“Good,” he says, his grin boyish, happy even as he rolls until he’s on top of me, nudging my legs apart with his, “because I’m going to do it again.”

He trails a few gentle kisses down my stomach before his fingers find their way between my legs and start to knead me, milking the sensations from the mind-blowing orgasm of just moments earlier. Then his tongue replaces his fingers, finding that little swollen button of pleasure and sucking on it until the world in front of my eyes explodes.

I’m still panting in a sea of sensation when he enters me again. This time his movements are slow, leisurely strokes, igniting me with each thrust. He doesn’t take his eyes off me this time, as if he wants to see my every reaction. In moments, my legs are shaking again, and my body clenching around him. I surrender my senses to him, moaning helplessly as I lose control of my body, the pleasure only intensified by his loud groan as he also reaches his climax.

Chapter Seventeen

IT’S dark when we leave the boat. Jackson has steered it back to the dock and tied it up. He carries me in his arms and doesn’t put me down even when we reach the ground. I wonder if he’s going to carry me all the way back to the house, and he does, his tenderness such a contrast to what I’ve come to expect that I’d rather die than leave the sense of safety and comfort I’m feeling in his arms.

Thankfully, there’s no one in the foyer, and Jackson carries me upstairs, to his bedroom, depositing me on the king sized bed with an endearing gentleness.

“I haven’t become an invalid just because we made love all day,” I say, watching as he comes to lie beside me.

He laughs. “No, but I want to make up for wearing you out.”

“You haven’t worn me out.” I tell him with a smile.

I watch as an eyebrow goes up. “Really?” He grins. “That’s a good thing because I don’t intend to leave you alone all night.”

Is it possible to condense seven years of missing someone into a few hours of lovemaking, I don’t know, but I guess we’ll try, and then what? The persistent voice of worry in my head demands, nothing has changed, tomorrow things will go back to the way they were, I'll go back to dealing with my pain, and he’ll go back to blaming me for whatever he thinks I did that summer seven years ago.