Glancing out the window, she could see the reflection that she and Jackson made in the glass. He was so much larger than her, yet somehow they fit together in a way that looked and felt right. His big body hovered protectively behind her, his arms holding her close. She was surrounded by him, and for tonight, she wanted to bask in the closeness.
“Come upstairs with me.” Jackson met her gaze in the glass and she could feel the sudden tension in his body. Did he think she’d refuse? She didn’t speak, but nodded instead. He turned her, tucking her under his arm and guided her toward the stairs. He turned off the kitchen light as they left the room behind them. Emerald had a feeling she wouldn’t be sleeping in her own bed tonight and that suited her just fine.
Neither of them spoke, but she didn’t feel the need for words. She was content to just be in Jackson’s company. They’d both talked a lot today, sharing deep, personal things. The time for talking was over. Now it was time to just feel.
He surprised her when he bypassed the bedroom and continued on to the bathroom. “Just a sec.” He released her and grabbed a pack of matches off the counter, quickly lightly the four white pillar candles that were placed there. When they were all lit, he flicked off the light, leaving the room bathed in the gentle light.
She allowed him to tug her into the room. The large bathtub was already filled with water and several thick towels and washcloths had been laid out. Jackson reached for the hem of her top and began to pull it upward.
“The bathroom is much nicer than it was even a year ago. I did a lot of work on the place last winter. I tore down a wall and took part of the guestroom to make the bathroom larger. That allowed me to put in a separate shower stall and this bigger tub.” Emerald tried to nod, but the tank top covered her head as Jackson tugged it off her and let it drop to the floor. Because her top had a built-in bra, she was naked from the waist up.
“God almighty,” he muttered as he dropped to his knees in front of her and buried his face against her stomach. She automatically wrapped her arms around his thick shoulders, holding him to her. She sensed he was in an odd mood but wasn’t quite sure what to do about it.
His lips grazed over her tummy as he nuzzled her. His tongue circled her bellybutton before snaking inside. She sucked in a breath, curling her toes into the mat beneath her feet. “Jackson?”
He muttered a curse and gave her belly one last open-mouthed kiss before surging to his feet. “Bath first.” His fingers went to the button of her shorts, then the zipper. He wasted no time, tugging her shorts and panties down at the same time.
She was now totally naked, but he was still dressed. Yes, it was only his jeans, but it was still clothing. “What about you?” She reached for him, but he sucked in his stomach and took a step back.
“You do that and we won’t make it into the bathtub.” His jaw clenched and she could see the muscles working. The bulge in his pants was rather impressive.
“All right,” she agreed as she stepped toward the bath. He was beside her in an instant, steadying her as she stepped over the side. Once she was settled back against the edge of the tub, he ripped open the front of his pants and skinned them down his legs. He hadn’t bothered with underwear when he’d redressed earlier, so there was nothing holding in his erection. His cock sprang free, hard and ready, and she could see that the tip was already moist.
He took a deep breath, raking his fingers through his hair before stepping into the tub. “Sit up.” She did and he slid in behind her, leaning back against the edge. He pulled her back against him until she was resting against his chest.
“This is nice.” It was better than nice actually. She could feel his erection pressing against the cleft of her behind and it was heating her from the inside out.
He reached out and snagged a bar of soap and lathered his hands. When he was satisfied, he dumped the soap back into the holder. Starting at her shoulders, he began to massage his way down. She groaned as his fingers dug into her tight muscles, loosening then dissolving the tension. “That feels good,” she gasped as he squeezed and released.
“I want you to feel better than good,” he whispered wickedly in her ear. His hands traced the fragile line of her collarbone as his tongue traced the whorls of her ear.
Her legs moved restlessly and he hooked his own beneath hers and then spread his legs as wide as the tub would allow. It opened her completely and kept her from clamping her thighs together to find some relief from the need building inside her.
When his large, soapy hands covered the mounds of her breasts, she arched her hips. And when he traced her swollen nipples with his thumbs, she whimpered. Her pussy ached to have him inside her. Her inner muscles were clenching and relaxing in a rhythmic pattern.
“That’s it,” he all but purred as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “You respond so quickly to me. It’s such an incredible turn-on.” He plucked at her nipples again, pinching them a bit harder this time.
“Jackson!” Emerald cried his name as her hips moved ineffectively. Her chest was heaving as she gasped for breath. The air around them was thick with steam and the passion flaring between them. Her body was alive, all the nerve endings tingling as desire pulsed through her. He’d only touched her breasts and she was close to coming.
“Tell me what you want.” He gently bit at her earlobe before soothing the small sting away with his tongue. Water sloshed dangerously close to the edge of the tub as her hips pumped. She couldn’t get much force behind her thrusts because his ankles were holding hers locked to the sides of the tub.
“I want—” She broke off on a moan as he carefully tugged on her nipples again.
“What do you want?” He continued to ply his fingers, teasing her, tormenting her. “Do you want me to touch you anywhere else? Maybe you’d like me to fuck your pussy with my fingers?” He nibbled at the base of her neck. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she gasped. Reaching up, she grabbed one of his hands and thrust it between her thighs.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “Show me what you want.”
She clamped her hand around his wrist and tried to get his fingers to touch the places she needed, but it was impossible. “Do it, Jackson,” she demanded, thrusting her hips upward. Her back pressed hard against his cock and it was his turn to groan.
His fingers slid easily inside her. One. Two. Then finally, three. “Yes,” she panted as he began to ease his fingers in and out of her hot, moist sheath. His thumb grazed her clitoris with every thrust of his fingers. It was too much. It wasn’t enough.
She throbbed from head to toe. Even the roots of her hair ached as Jackson pushed her body higher and higher. The hand at her breast continued to pluck and tug at her nipples, first one and then the other. His face was buried in the curve of her neck, his breathing harsh as his fingers moved quicker and quicker in and out of her pussy.
Tension thrummed through her, getting tighter and tighter until she knew it had to snap. One final tug at her breast and a deep thrust of his fingers drove her over. Convulsing, she cried out his name. Mindlessly, she pumped her hips, wanting to milk every last sensation from the orgasm rocketing through her.
Jackson didn’t stop, but kept up a steady rhythm until she was laughing and crying and begging him to stop. He slid his fingers from her core and wrapped his arms tight around her, hugging her to him.
Knowing he’d take care of her, she closed her eyes and lolled against him.
Jackson took one deep breath and then another. He was a hairsbreadth away from coming, and the last thing he wanted to do was spill his seed in the bathtub. But it wasn’t easy. Emerald was so damn sexy. She gave everything to him whenever they came together. He’d never known another woman like her. The way she responded to him, it was if she’d been created especially for him. He touched her and her body immediately reacted.