“Yes.”
Jackson shook his head to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. He’d dreamed of having Emerald draped across him, her body flush against his. But never in his wildest fantasies had he imagined them rolling around on the floor of the barn. He was an adaptable man though, and he’d make do. No way was he risking taking her back to the house and giving her time to change her mind.
Still, the words tumbled from his mouth. “Are you sure?” He could have kicked himself, but he had to be sure. The last thing he wanted was for her to have regrets in the morning.
“I’m sure.” Dust streaked her flawless skin, her hair was tumbling wildly around her shoulders, her mascara was slightly smudged and there was a light sheen of sweat covering her face and arms. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life.
He wanted to eat her up and make her scream her release before he took her. He licked his lips in anticipation. She parted her lips as he cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth down to his. Snaking his tongue out, he tasted her plump lips before slipping inside to stroke her teeth and beyond. He could feel the heat from her mound through both layers of their clothing. Damn, she was hot.
Although his body was screaming for release, he took his time, leisurely exploring her mouth. He loved the taste of her—sweet with a hint of spice. There was a wild side to this woman that she kept mostly under wraps, but it came out in her brightly colored clothing and funky jewelry. Tonight she was wearing jeans, but her top was a bright splash of purple and around her neck was a collar of brightly colored stones. He had no idea what half of them were, but they glittered against the silver of the necklace.
Her wild side also showed up in her work. The beauty of her work amazed Jackson and he’d only seen a small sample of it. His arms tightened around her. He knew he couldn’t keep her with him forever, but she was here now and that’s all that mattered.
He broke the kiss and sat up, shifting her in his arms as he did so that she was left sitting on the floor as he rolled to his feet. Reaching down, he pulled her up and walked her backward until her back hit the heavy bag suspended from the ceiling.
Her eyes were like thick, dark chocolate, filled with a slumberous longing. Her face was flushed, her lips moist. His hands shook as he reached out and tugged the end of her shirt over her head. She raised her arms and allowed him to slip the garment from her body. He let it drop, instantly forgotten.
She was wearing a purple bra, much the color of lilacs. He traced a finger over the edge of the lacy cup. It was so feminine that he was almost afraid to touch it with his work-roughened hand. Emerald sucked in a breath as his finger dipped into her cleavage. His thumb grazed her nipple, which was already puckered into a tight bud.
“You’re so responsive.” He cupped her lace-covered breasts with his palms and squeezed them gently. She leaned forward, pressing herself tighter into his hands. He had to see her, had to touch her soft skin. Memories of the night on the porch had haunted his dreams and he had to see if it was as good as he remembered.
It was better.
He opened the front clasp and pushed back the cups. With the harsh light from the bare bulb shining on her, he could see every sweet inch of flesh he’d revealed. Her breasts were large and firm and tipped with rosy nipples that just begged to be tasted.
Groaning, he leaned down and captured one turgid peak between his lips and tugged. She gasped and dug her fingers into his scalp. He used his teeth to gently scrape her sensitive flesh before laving it with his tongue.
Her hands slid over his neck and shoulders, her fingers curling into his biceps for support as he tasted first one breast and then the other. When he finally pulled back, both her nipples were glistening. He blew on them and they tightened even further. Her chest was rising and falling with each breath, making her breasts sway enticingly.
He reached for the snap of her jeans, his eyes never leaving her face. She made no move to stop him. Instead, she swayed forward. That was all Jackson needed. He went down on one knee in front of her and quickly removed her right sneaker and sock and then did the same with the other one. Even her bare feet were sexy. They were slender and delicately arched, and each toenail was painted a pale shade of purple. He wanted to nibble on them. But that was for another time. Right now, he had to see her naked.
The more civilized part of him knew he should take her inside to a soft bed. But the male animal inside him was screaming at him to take her now, to claim her and put his mark on her. His hands went unerringly back to the opening of her jeans. He yanked the zipper down and slipped his hands inside. Leaning forward, he pressed open-mouthed kisses against her belly, which was smooth and gently rounded.
Her sex was covered with a ridiculously small scrap of fabric and lace that matched her bra. He pushed her jeans down around her ankles but left the panties in place. “I’ll bet your panties are wet, aren’t they?” He traced the creases of her thighs as he watched her.
She leaned back against the heavy bag, her breasts swaying, her nipples moist, and nodded. His cock was hard and ready, but he wanted more from her. He wanted to hear her cries of pleasure as she came, feel the heat of her release against his mouth and hands before he took her.
He pulled her jeans away from her feet and then stood. “Jackson?” She licked her lips and reached for him.
He captured her hands, wrapping his fingers around her wrists and raised them over her head. The motion lifted her breasts invitingly. He pressed her hands against the rope holding the bag in place. “Wrap your hands around this.” He released his hold on her and waited. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she grabbed the rope and held on tight. “Don’t let go,” he told her as he took a step back.
With her bra pushed back, the purple framed her breasts. She looked soft and extremely feminine spread against the heavy punching bag. She’d make one hell of a picture, he thought as he examined her. His fingers itched to hold his camera. Not that he’d ever share the explicit photo with anyone. It would be for his private collection. “Spread your legs.” He nodded in satisfaction as she widened her stance. Emerald was fairly tall for a woman, but she still had to stretch to keep her grip on the rope.
The pressure of his jeans was killing him, so he plucked open the button and pushed the zipper down. His cock sprang forward. He was glad now that he hadn’t bothered with underwear after his shower. Emerald’s eyes went straight to his erection, causing it to swell even more than he thought possible. His testicles were heavy and full, but he wasn’t ready to give them relief. Not yet.
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a condom. He’d been carrying it around ever since that first night with Emerald. He wasn’t going to be caught unprepared again. Tearing open the packet, he pulled out the condom and smoothed the latex over his swollen shaft. Emerald made a purring noise that had his entire body clenching.
Condom in place, he fell to his knees in front of her, using his wide shoulders to part her legs even more. With his face so close to her pussy, he could smell her heat, her desire for him. Like an aphrodisiac, it drew him closer.
He slid one long finger between her legs, feeling the wet fabric of her panties. She groaned and arched her hips toward him. He was finding it difficult to think, to breathe. All he wanted was to taste Emerald.
Grasping the thin strap in his hands, he tugged. Fabric ripped and the remainder of her panties fell down one supple leg to pool around her ankle. Jackson swallowed hard as the dark curls came into view. They glistened with her moisture, evidence of her need for him.