“That’s it, baby, let it go.” His mouth closed over her clit, and when his fingers curled inside her to stroke the right place at the right angle with just the right amount of friction, her whole world blew apart.
A flood of sensations overwhelmed her as Jackson continued to use his mouth and hands to wring every last bit of pleasure from her body. Eyes closed, mouth open, she called his name again and again until the waves gradually subsided and she collapsed against the mattress.
She wasn’t sure how much time went by before her breathing returned to normal. When she opened her eyes, she found Jackson watching her, satisfaction clear on his face.
“You still with me?”
“I think my bones melted.”
He laughed softly. He slowly worked his way back up her body, lighting infernos wherever he touched, and by the time he reclaimed her mouth, she was more than ready to have him inside her.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked, his mouth a whisper from hers. “There hasn’t been anyone since you.”
She’d never considered herself the jealous type, but that revelation made her much happier than she thought it would. “I’m still on the Pill. I haven’t been with anyone either.”
Relief flickered over his features, and was quickly replaced by raw desire. Forearms braced against the bed, he shifted his weight, settling his hips between her thighs, and the full length of his cock slid across her aching core. She rocked her hips in invitation, and when he finally thrust inside her, her inner muscles clenched and rippled at the rush of exquisite sensations.
Jackson went completely still, while a low, guttural groan rose from deep in his throat. “God, you feel so fucking good.”
Essie couldn’t stop the smile if she tried. It gave her a thrill, knowing she could do that to him. Giving in to the need, she rolled her hips, and her smile widened when he made a pained sound.
His jaw flexed. “Please don’t do that. It’s been too damn long. I’m working on a hair trigger here.”
She smoothed her hands down the planes of his back, relishing the feel of thick, hard muscles beneath her fingertips. “Then I guess you better get to business.”
On the heels of a growl, he kissed her again, his tongue plunging into her mouth as his hips began to move. It wasn’t long before he found a good rhythm—smooth, long strokes that hit all the right places and made her feel incredible. Already, she felt the tension building inside her—a raw, mindless intensity that overpowered her senses and brought her closer to the point of no return.
Deeper, harder, his thrusts grew more urgent, and with each stroke, her heart opened wider and welcomed him inside. She hooked one leg around his hips, and the slight shift in position was enough to send her over the edge. Heart pounding, her whole body shuddered as a wild cry tore from her throat and her fingernails dug into his back.
Jackson came while she was still climaxing, his face in her hair and her name on his lips as he buried himself inside her. Jaw clenched, his hips continued to thrust until he’d wrung out every last ounce of pleasure, and then he went completely still, save for the pumping of his lungs and the gusts of warm air blowing across her skin.
“You still with me?” she asked.
“Mm-hmm.” On the heels of a heavy exhale, he lifted his head and brushed his lips over hers. “Just trying to remember how to breathe.”
With their bodies still joined in the most intimate way, Essie ran her fingers over his sweat-slicked back, while emotions boiled inside her. What she felt for Jackson frightened her, but she refused to give in to the fear. She wanted this man more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life, and she was willing to do whatever it took to make things work the second time around.
“Do you have to work today?” she asked.
“No.” He rolled off her and onto his back, and then nestled her body against him. “Do you?”
“Nina told me to take the weekend off,” Essie said as she played with the hair on his chest. “She and Austin are going to an undisclosed location to do undisclosed things.”
“I figured they had something planned.” Jackson picked up her hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist. “It’s their anniversary tomorrow.”
“Is it? That might explain why she wanted to get waxed.”
The mortified look on his face was priceless.
“I would have been perfectly happy going to the grave without knowing that.”
Essie laughed. She’d forgotten how much she treasured simple moments like these, just lying in bed and enjoying each other’s company. But she also enjoyed the hot, sweaty stuff, so she hooked a leg over his thigh. “Well, it seems we both have the weekend off.”
“And the whole house all to ourselves.” The low, seductive timbre of his voice turned her insides to jelly, while his hand cruised down her side and came to rest on the curve of her ass. “Whatever shall we do?”
The need to be taken sparked in her blood. She stretched, pretending not to notice that he was already hard again. “Pinto said there were eightLeprechaunmovies in the franchise. I suppose we could work our way through the rest of them.”
“Oh, hell no.” He rolled her over, clamped onto her wrists, and brought them over her head. As a feral grin spread over his face, her body burned with arousal. “I can think of something much better.”
