A shiver stole through her. “Yes, I want to know everything.” Her voice was so filled with passion she hardly recognized it as her own.
He leaned into her, the stiff length of his cock nestling at the crux of her thighs as he tipped her head to the side and brought his stubbled cheek to hers so that he could whisper huskily into her ear. “Sin number two is all about having your soft lips wrapped tight around my dick as you suck me, and your hot mouth taking me so fucking deep I hit the back of your throat.”
Between the arousing scratch of his facial hair against her skin, his hips doing a slow grind against hers, and his uncensored descriptions, all she could do was close her eyes and moan. Her nipples were so tight they hurt, and there was no mistaking the slick moisture dampening her panties or the way her sex pulsed with need. She’d never been so turned on before, had never been so overwhelmed with such wild, uncontrollable desire for a man.
His warm breath tickled her ear as he untangled his fingers from her hair and smoothed his palms down the sides of her body, bypassing her swollen, aching breasts, much to her disappointment. His big hands traced along the curve of her hips—God, she hated the clothing between them—then slid around to her backside and grabbed and squeezed her ass.
He bent slightly, allowing his hands to smooth lower so that they were now gripping the backs of her thighs. Bracing her against the car, he lifted both of her legs, securing them on either side of his hips until she was forced to wrap them tight around his waist. She instinctively locked her ankles at the small of his back, and her hands clung to his shoulders, holding on, as he rocked every part of his body against hers. The friction of his erection along her sex had her writhing against that solid column of flesh, seeking some kind of relief to the relentless throb between her thighs.
“Jackson . . . ” She wasn’t sure if his name on her lips was out of shock or a plea for him to end the sensual torment he was putting her through.
He ignored her attempt to get his attention. “You ready for sin number three, baby?” he growled into her ear, but didn’t wait for her reply. Not that any response was needed considering the wanton way she was rubbing against him like a cat in heat.
“I’ve thought about spreading your legs wide and burying my mouth between your creamy thighs. I’ve imagined licking your pussy until you come so fucking hard you see stars.” He flicked his tongue against her neck, then grazed his teeth along that same patch of sensitive skin, making her shiver. “Then I’d roll you over and put you on your hands and knees so I could mark you as mine with a nice pink handprint on your soft ass before driving into you from behind until your second orgasm milks me dry.”
He had her so worked up she was panting, her skin hot and flushed and her pussy screaming for some kind of relief from all his verbal foreplay. He lifted his head from her throat and lightly brushed his lips across hers.
“Do you want to sin with me, Tara?” he asked against her mouth.
Head spinning, throat tight, she somehow managed to answer. “God, yes. Please.”
He finally crushed his lips to hers, devouring her like a man starved for the taste of her, thrusting his tongue deep inside as his raw, guttural groan of need vibrated throughout her entire body. She threaded her fingers through the soft strands of his hair as his mouth demanded her acquiescence, and she let him take complete control of the kiss, succumbing to every ounce of pleasure he gave her.
He shifted one of his legs so that his thigh supported her bottom, freeing his hands for other more sensual pursuits. He tugged the hem of her work shirt from her jeans, and she moaned her gratitude when his fingers touched her bare stomach, then glided up her rib cage. She was wearing a bra, but that didn’t stop him from enveloping her breasts in the scorching heat of his palms or dissuade his thumbs from flicking and teasing the impossibly hard tips of her nipples through the thin, lacy fabric. Breathing took a back seat to pure sensation as the ache between her thighs gathered force with every slow, searing stroke of his shaft against her core.
She squirmed to get closer. Clenched her thighs around his hips to increase the pressure right where she needed it the most. Even confined beneath the zipper of his jeans, there was no denying his cock was thick and huge, more so than the vibrator she’d grown used to, which would now forever pale in comparison. She imagined all that solid male heat working its way inside her, inch by delectable inch. Envisioned him filling her with the breath-stealing force he’d just described and without any restraint holding him back from taking what he ultimately wanted . . .
And then, it all abruptly ended as Jackson tore his mouth from hers and cursed beneath his breath. Despite her weak protest, he untangled their limbs and gradually released her so that she was standing on her own two feet again. A little unsteady, but his hands on her waist helped.
“We can’t do this here,” he said in a gruff voice, but the frustration etching his expression, the unquenched desire, was just as keen as her own.
Her passion-hazed mind cleared, their surroundings came back into focus, and her skin flushed when she realized what she’d nearly allowed in a public place.
“And if I take you home right now, neither one of us will get any sleep because I will fuck you for hours,” he added in a low, heated tone that was filled with regret. “Which means I won’t be worth shit at a very important meeting I have at work in the morning.”
The only thing she could manage was an agreeable nod.
“I want to see you again.” He tenderly brushed unruly tendrils of her hair away from her cheek, his gaze searching hers, bright with determination. “I need to see you again.”
She understood that same strong urge to be with him again, too. Not just to finish what they’d started tonight but because she really liked the way he made her feel. More vibrant and alive than she had since losing Michael. Like she finally had something exciting to look forward to other than the mundane existence she’d lived for so many years.
“I work Thursday and Friday night,” she said and, for the first time ever, hated that she worked the evening shift, because it conflicted with his nine-to-five schedule.
He tipped his head. “Saturday?” he asked hopefully.
“I’m off.” And then she remembered why she wasn’t on the schedule for that night. Because Clay had essentially ordered her to take the day off for a party being thrown in her honor.
“So, how about we go out on a real date then?” he suggested.
Tara didn’t respond immediately and instead considered her options. She couldn’t very well blow off her friends and the barbeque they’d planned to celebrate her finally getting her degree. But she could invite Jackson to join her, which would also force Clay, Mason, and Levi to deal with the reality of having a brother who was a decent guy and not the threat they believed him to be. Maybe, hopefully, having them all in a casual setting would make it easier for them to get to know one another better.
She reached out and placed her hands on his chest, because she liked touching him and she also hoped that the connection between the two of them would help sway him. “So . . . Samantha, Katrina, and Sarah are throwing me a graduation party on Saturday at Clay’s house,” she said quickly. “Come with me.”
His body tensed, and he stared at her as if she’d just grown a third eye. “You’re kidding, right?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m completely serious.”
His frown increased, his dark brown eyes reflecting his apprehension. “Tara, my brothers don’t want to have anything to do with me. What makes you think they’re going to be okay with me crashing a party I wasn’t invited to?”