Kitchen Boss

Then one of his arms goes around me and pulls me against him. My breasts collide with hard muscle and swell and ache. Their peaks tingle with need.

When I pull my mouth away to catch my breath, Jackson’s tongue caresses my ear instead. It tickles and makes me gasp, but at the same time it feels… exhilarating. My heart hammers in my chest. My knees grow weak and I grip Jackson’s shoulders.

His fingers travel down my spine. His hand rests against my lower back as he pulls my earlobe gently between his teeth. Then he grips a piece of my ass and squeezes it as he grinds his body against mine. I feel his erection against my hip.

The knowledge of it drags a moan from my throat. A fresh fever washes over me. As Jackson’s tongue grazes over the patch of skin beneath my ear, my pulse races. Desire sparks a fire between my legs.

Is this how it feels… to want a man?

I place my hand on Jackson’s cheek and look into my eyes. The thirst I see in them takes my breath away. I wonder if he sees the same in mine.

I part my lips and pull his to mine. I revel in the taste of him – the beer and something far more interesting and intoxicating. His hand moves from my shoulder to the side of my breast. My hand slips between our bodies to search for the bulge that has caused my pulse to throb.

When my fingers wrap around it, the rod of flesh throbs against my palm as well. I start to stroke it and Jackson hisses, but then he grabs my wrist.

“No,” he tells me as he holds my gaze. “Last time, it was about me. This time, it’s your turn.”

I don’t know exactly what he means, but I don’t protest. He takes my hand and leads me to the bed. When he’s standing next to it, he turns to face me. His lips keep mine busy as he unbuttons my blouse.

One by one, the buttons come off. Then Jackson breaks the kiss. He slides the blouse down my shoulders, down my arms. It gets caught on my wrists and I pull it off.

It’s barely touched the floor when his fingers start to work again, this time on the button of my jeans. It pops. The zipper goes down. I push it off myself, past my knees and down to my ankles. I remember that I’m still wearing my shoes and I sit on the edge of the bed to undo the laces. I kick them off and Jackson pulls my jeans off my feet.

As soon as they’re gone, he’s on top of me, kissing me again. I don’t even have a moment to become embarrassed by the fact that I’m nearly naked in front of a man. It may not be the first time, but it feels like it. I can feel my skin burning from my cheeks to the soles of my feet.

Jackson’s hands slip between my skin and the sheets. His fingers unfasten the hooks of my bra and I feel it loosen. He breaks the kiss and I hold my breath as his thumbs slip beneath the garment.

They caress my skin as they move to the front. When they brush against the sides of my bare breasts, I let out a soft gasp.

He captures my lips again as he traces the curves of my breasts. When his palms close over them, I feel them swell.

Jackson’s lips form a grin against my own. I pull away to give him a curious look.

“What?”

How can he be laughing when he’s touching my breasts?

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I was just thinking how your breasts have turned out to be so… incredible.”

He gives them a firm squeeze.

“I mean, considering how… flat they were before.”

I frown. “Are you saying you were staring at my breasts even then? You were creepy, after all.”

Jackson chuckles. “I was a boy. Now, I’m a man.”

To prove his point, he lets his erection brush against my knee. I feel it throb even through layers of fabric.

“And you’re a woman.”

He pushes my bra up and takes one of my breasts inside his mouth. His hot tongue wriggles against my sensitive skin. I tremble. My head falls to one side and a moan spills past my lips.

Jackson pulls his mouth away and blows on my nipple. The cool air tickles my heated skin. The tip of his tongue circles my stiff nipple. His thumb does the same to the other. They rub the peaks of my breasts. My eyes fall shut under the weight of the pleasure. My fingers grip the sheets as heat spreads over my belly and gathers between my legs. I feel something warm leak into my panties.

Jackson’s mouth switches to my other breast. His curled lips tug at my nipple as his fingers twist the other one gently. I tremble even more.