Jackson’s eyes bore into mine. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this chance with you.” His fingers tenderly brush a loose strand of hair back behind my ear. “You’re beautiful, smart, funny … I can’t get enough of you. What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?”
I’m taken aback by his intensity and what he’s saying. He thinks he’s undeserving? It’s me who doesn’t know how I somehow have him.
I place my hand on his cheek. “I think you have it mixed-up. It’s me who’s lucky. I keep waiting to wake up and realize you’re a dream.” I rub my thumb against his stubble. He’s real. We’re real. No pretending, no dreams—only us.
“Believe it, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” he says softly before his lips meet mine.
We continue our day walking through the zoo. He refuses to let me say good-bye to the camels, no matter how hard I try. We walk through the park hand in hand, stopping to grab a dirty water dog and pretzel from the hot dog truck. It’s your typical day in New York City. No fanfare or crazy planning. It’s perfect. Every single solitary second is all I could ever want.
“How about we head back to my place and watch a movie?” Jackson asks.
“Sure. Only if I can pick it.” I smile, happy that he wants to spend the rest of the day together.
I note that he didn’t answer, but he’s crazy if he thinks I’m going to let him win—again. We head to his apartment and memories of the last time I was here flood back. The way he seduced me, touched me, brought me to the brink, and then opened up about the mission. How in the morning there was no awkwardness. We had breakfast and I headed back to my apartment, floating on cloud nine.
“Pick something good,” Jackson warns as we head into the living room.
“You didn’t give any contingencies, so you get no say.” I smirk and head over to the wall of DVDs. I could be a total pain in the ass and pick something I know he’d hate, but then again his selection doesn’t exactly give me many options. Scanning the endless rows, I find one and gasp.
“Oh my God! You have Empire Records?” I grab the DVD and rush over to put it in the player.
“You know this movie is cinema gold,” Jackson says as he brings over popcorn and settles into the couch.
“This is the best movie ever!” I exclaim and snuggle into his side. “Okay. Before we start watching, if you could be anyone, who would you pick? I’d be Lucas. He’s hysterical.” I smile and grab the bowl, putting it on my lap.
“I guess Joe. He’s the boss.”
I laugh at his choice. Of course he’d pick the one who’s in charge. Joe is pretty badass, though.
“I think you’d be a great Rex. Oh Rexy, you’re so sexy.” I smirk and push play as he scoffs.
We spend the next hour laughing and reciting lines. Just as Rex Manning and Gina are getting it on in the copy room, Jackson runs his fingers up and down my arm. Suddenly I’m not so interested in the movie anymore. I shift, trying to stifle the lust bubbling up, but he moves his hand to the back of my neck and starts making small circles on my skin with his fingertips. My breathing becomes heavier as the pad of his finger rubs the spot right below my ear. Every caress increases my yearning. Heat pools as he makes his way back down my neck, lingering there.
I move my hand higher up his leg and hear him swallow loudly. The urge to touch him, to feel him, to make him come apart in my hands grows with each beat of my heart. Slowly I turn to look at him. His eyes drink me in before his mouth crushes against my lips with savage intensity. He shifts us and swings me on top of him. Feeling his erection against my core causes my arousal to rage like a storm.
His lips lower and his tongue traces my neck and shoulders. “Jackson, I want you,” I say in a breathy whisper.
“Understatement of the year.” He pulls the strap of my tank top and bra down, exposing my breast to his hungry mouth. Jackson pushes me back as his tongue circles my nipple.
My lids close as I absorb the sensations of his warm breath and mouth on me. His hand glides up my back and tangles in my hair as he tugs, exposing my neck and arching me forward to give him easier access. I try to sit up but he grips my hair and pulls harder, bringing my chest closer to him. He sucks and nips as I writhe in his lap. His other hand digs into my ass, gripping, kneading, and pushing me into his cock.
Using his teeth, he pulls the other strap down and pays the same attention to my other breast. The scruff on his cheek grazes my already sensitive skin, sending tingles from my head to my toes.
I push forward and pull his shirt off before fusing my mouth to his. Our tongues tangle as the kiss becomes aggressive and desperate. God, I want him so bad. I’m dripping with need, aching for him to fill me. I rake my nails down his arms, extracting a low rumble from his chest.
Breaking the kiss, my tongue grazes his ear before I say huskily, “I want to fuck you.”
He groans before pushing me up and tearing my pants off. I hastily pull his off as he reaches over and puts a condom on. I’m straddling him when he says, “Then fuck me, Catherine.”
I slide down on him as he fills me to the brink. So fucking full. He’s so deep his cock is hitting every nerve inside me. Jackson’s eyes close and his head falls back against the couch. My hands grip his shoulders as I start to move.
“Your pussy feels so good.” His voice fills the room and he groans louder.
Every breath, every moan goes straight to my core.
Gripping my hips, he sets the pace. Raw passion spreads through me at the sweet friction of his bare skin against mine. Watching him lost in my touch, in my body, as I rock back and forth is incredible. Our eyes connect, awakening something deep within me. His fingers dig in so tight it’s almost painful, but we don’t drop our eyes. The unrestrained emotion behind his gaze mirrors mine. With each thrust, each caress, each kiss, we’re both giving each other everything, all the good and bad. I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I ride him hard and fast, embracing this intimacy, climbing my way toward ecstasy.
Jackson slips his hand between us, applying pressure to my clit. I lean against his chest, absorbing the heat from his body. “Let go,” he groans against my neck. “I want to feel you grip me. Ride me harder.”
“Don’t stop,” I pant as he continues to draw pleasure from me.
He rubs in small circles, keeping pace from below, pushing me harder and faster so every nerve surges with liquid heat. I lose control at the intense pleasure and sink my teeth into his shoulder, biting down as my orgasm tears through me.
“Holy shit!” Jackson calls out as he pounds into me, taking control of my movement.
I lean back with a seductive gleam in my eyes, but it’s nothing compared to the fire burning in his. My heart clenches. He’s either angry or extremely turned-on. Jackson lifts me off him and places me on the floor, gripping me from behind as he lifts my ass in the air. Definitely turned-on.
“You fucking amaze me,” he says, low and raspy as his hand glides up my back. Then he grabs my shoulder, entering me roughly. “This. Us. You. Your body—was made for me. You’re mine.”
“Oh my God, yes.” I moan as the feeling of him deeper than he’s ever been overtakes me. He tangles a hand in my hair as he plows into me, hard. My breasts hang heavily and the sound of our bodies connecting over and over fills the room.