Angelic

“Can I ask you a favor?” He had been patiently waiting while I played out this seduction slowly, evident by the strain on his face and his well fitting trousers. The sexual tension was thicker than the fog that rolled off the ocean this late in the evening.

I laid my fingers behind his ear and gently scratched, coaxing a forced growl from somewhere within his chest. “You know when you touch me there, like that, I’ll give you anything you want.” He made no attempt to stop me just the same.

I did know. It didn’t take me long to discover his weakness and use it to my advantage. Tonight was not about getting him into my bed. Not any more. Tonight would be about having him in my life.

I cupped his face in my hand and turned his head to face me. Those piercing blue eyes were full of lust and desire. “Will you promise that when I get you upstairs to my room, you won’t ruin my new dress when you rip off my body?”

His wicked smile and panty melting glare bore through me. “How about I just buy you a new one?” He grabbed my hand, ushering me towards the door.

I stopped him in his tracks. Innocent and doe eyed, I stared up at him. ”I like the way you look at me in this one.”

One arm slid across my back, the other below my knees. He had every intention of carrying me to bed.

”If we have to look in every store on the planet, I promise to find one just like it. In fact, I insist we buy every fucking one on the market.”

“Jackson, don’t forget my camera bag, “ I squealed.

He turned, grabbed the bag and made a beeline for my suite. He put me down in front of the door. I took out my key and fumbled with the lock.

“Are you trying to kill me, Angel?” His breath against my neck served only to enhance my arousal.

Who was that girl who just giggled? I didn’t giggle. I hadn’t giggled since, never.

How was he able to break through all my walls? This had gone far beyond anything I hoped for. I wanted him to know everything about me. I had told him more in one weekend than I’d divulged to anyone except Liam. And that had taken months of therapy before I trusted him.

The heat resonating off Jackson had me panting before we made it through the door to my bedroom. His masculine body pushed my small frame further into the room. I took the camera bag dangling from his broad shoulders and set it on the dresser.

The man's presence filled the room, removing all lingering doubts. We had been together twice. A connection born out of hunger, need and lust.

Tonight was about an emotional bond with the promise of a future.

I closed my eyes and melted into him. His soft caress brushed against my skin. Slipping my dress off my shoulders, he grazed the flesh along my collarbone. He sucked, nibbled and sank his teeth into my tender flesh, marking me, claiming me.

I didn’t care if I had to wear a scarf around my neck for the next month to conceal the desire he possessed me with. I wanted all he had to give.

There was a careful precision in the way he undressed me. Slowly, like unwrapping a cherished present. Every touch, every action, a reminder that tonight he would be making love to me.

My dress fell to the floor, leaving me standing in my underwear. Jackson stepped back, completely mesmerized. Mission accomplished. That was the reaction I hoped for when I went in search of the perfect outfit.

I blushed as he slowly drank in the sight of my nearly naked body standing before him.

“I wanted to take my time tonight, Angel. I swear to God.”

The man was a master in prowess. In one swift move, I laid naked on the bed watching him undress before me. My mouth watering as he removed his clothing, revealing taut abs and a muscular physique.

Lacing his fingers in mine, he stretched me out beneath him, his powerful body hard on top of mine, at contrast to the soft mattress below. I was totally engulfed by him. Surrounded by everything that was Jackson.

I should have been panicking. I was closed in, trapped under his enormous body. His gorgeously aroused, very enormous, body. My only comprehension was the soothing calm taking me over. Those piercing blue eyes locked on me through the entire process. Never wavering, always focused, like nothing or nobody existed outside this room.

Outside this bed.

His soft sensual mouth continued its exploration of my body, never forgetting to return to make eye contact. Watching, gauging my reaction to every one of his actions. His focus completely consuming me.

I was lost in a sea of piercing blue. Unrecognizable thumping. My heartbeat or his? Perhaps both synchronized, beating as one. Cocooned by his strength, his magnetism, his love. I never had to be afraid again. Not as long as I had him.

“Jackson?”

“Yes, Angel?” His mouth released my body to answer, sending a shiver down my spine. Why did I let him remove those warm succulent lips?

The burning need to reconcile these emotions overtook my desire to be possessed. “Is this what being in love feels like?”

His breathing slowed, his answer a question of its own. “Are you having trouble breathing?”

“Yes.” It came out in a whispered cry.

“Are you having trouble thinking clearly, like nothing makes sense except being here, with me?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes, Angel, I believe you are in love.”

“Oh.” I sighed as he continued his meticulous stimulating assault on my skin with his lips.

He quickly halted, hovering above me, releasing my wrist to prop himself up on his elbows. “Oh… That’s it?”

My fingertips had a mind of their own as they relentlessly reached for his sweet spot with urge. He quickly clasped my hands in his.

“I’m not a puppy, Angel, you can’t keep using those bewitching fingers to distract me.”

“Are you sure?” I chuckled.

Every time his lips brushed against my skin, I shuddered with an erotic need to have him take me. Yes, the sex had been phenomenal between us. This current need to feel owned spiritually superseded any physical lust.

In his own sweet sarcastic tone, nudging the hair from my neck, he breathed into my ear. “Do you want me to say it first?”

Biting on my lower lip, I contemplated his question. Did I want him to say it first? Would that make it real for me? Was that the encouragement I needed to express my feelings?

“Yes, please.”

“Please.” His mouth curved upwards into his wicked grin. “Since you asked so nicely, I have always loved my Angel.”

I lowered my eyes to avoid him seeing the pain behind them. Of course he had. The same way I had always loved the idea of what might have been. I had hoped to push past the facade that sat on the surface. I had hoped he would reciprocate the feelings I had for the man with me. Not the man I thought he was, but the man I knew he could be.

Cupping my face, he kissed my forehead and locked me in his piercing blue eyes, “I love you, Angel, but I’m falling in love with Angelic.”

“Oh.”

“Oh… again. We really have to work on your vocabulary, Angel.”

“I’m falling in love with you too, Jackson.”

I’d always believed that the kind of love I’d read about in romance novels never existed. As a wedding photographer, I searched for that in the eyes of my clients. Love had always been prevalent, but burning passion… It wasn’t until my first night here, when I saw the way Richard looked at Mackenzie, I finally saw and believed in one true love.

Soulmates.

This was the longest we had been naked in bed and the only physical contact was his lips nuzzling, sucking, nipping, against my neck, shoulders and throat. The expressions of these small intimate tokens served to prove the meaning behind his words.

He settled himself between my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his torso. His hand trace the lines of my curves and settled at the apex of my pussy. The pad of his thumb circled my clit.

As tightly wound up as I was, I exploded with a single touch. The room spun as I released complete control of my body and soul to the man I had fantasized about for far too long. I let him take me over the edge with the knowledge that he would be there to catch me and put me back together.

I was no longer content with going over alone, I wanted him coming with me.

I use the heels of my feet against his ass to urge him to enter my neglected pussy. It wanted to be filled with his enormous cock. Understanding my unspoken actions, he took me in one long throbbing thrust. I quickly picked up his rhythm.

Our entwined bodies mimicked a slow erotic dance. My hand gripped his broad shoulders while my lips enjoyed the lines of his hard chest. I found his mouth and greedily tasted and fondled, losing myself in his scent.

The erotic dance of making love continued as I climbed with the understanding he was not far behind. He kept me on the edge. His contorted face gave away his own strained resolve.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lifted my body off the bed, taking him with me in a straddling position and rode him hard. I needed to go over, even if that meant taking things into my own hands. I cried his name with every thrust, taking him deeper.

The sweat glued our bodies together as I bucked and gyrated against his cock. Making love was no longer on my mind. I needed him to fuck my brains out. To take me where only he had ever done.

“Please, Jackson, fuck me, fuck me hard.” I pulled him down on top of me, making sure never to lose the contact between us.

Stopping, he stared down at me, mouth gaped open, “Angel, did you just beg me to fuck you, hard?”

“Yes, now stop thinking and do it. Do it now, Jackson.”

“Now you’re ordering me to fuck you?”

“God, Jackson, stop teasing me. I need you. I need to feel you inside me. I need to come.”

My eyes darted towards the sound of the ripping foil. Silently, I chuckled. I totally got the loyalty thing now. After the incident last night with the broken condoms from the ones I purchased, Jackson chose to use his own brand. The glint in his eyes notified me he was thinking the same thing.

“I know what you want, Angel, but I can’t give you that, not tonight. Tonight, I want to make love to you. I want to feel every fucking inch of you. Believe me, there will be plenty of opportunity for me to fuck you hard. But tonight, I need you to let me make love to you. Can you do that, Angel? Can you let me make love to you?”