Millie
THE RIDE HOME WASN’T FRENZIED, with groping hands and heated looks. I thought it might be, after the way Jackson’s body had reacted to my touch at the pub, but no. Instead, the cab of his truck was filled with anticipation.
It was like twenty minutes of foreplay, with barely any touching. Just the soft stroke of his thumb over the top of my hand, the rapid beat of my heart, and the occasional flash of his dimple when he clenched his teeth.
After we parked, I took Jackson’s hand and led him up to my apartment. I didn’t even spare a glance at my sisters’ doors, even though I knew Tasha was upset about Jericho. I wanted to be there for her, I did, but she had Dru, and I’d go to her first thing in the morning.
Tonight, was about Jackson. Me and Jackson.
I closed the door behind us, locked it, and turned to him. My arms went around his neck as he lowered his face toward mine and brought his hands to clutch my waist, bringing me flush against him as our lips met.
He was hard, yet gentle, and the way his mouth worked mine had me moaning softly against his lips as I pressed my body closer to his.
I hadn’t felt this in . . . ever. The rush of heat in my veins, the way my bones seemed to soften as my body became pliant and ready for him. The kiss was smooth and sweet, long and deep . . . It felt like we could stay that way forever, kissing in my entryway, but I wanted more.
My hand trailed down his arm, feeling the muscles bunched there, then moved lower until I reached his hand, pulled it from my waist, and captured it in mine. I broke away slowly, loving that look of desire on his face, the wetness on his lower lip, and the way his eyes were practically glazed over.
Smiling softly, knowingly, in what I really, really hoped was a sexy come-hither look, I guided him toward my bed.
I maneuvered him until he was sitting on the edge of bed in front of me, then I backed up a step, my eyes never leaving his. I was wearing a sleeveless button-up white blouse with a teal skirt that flirted above my knees, which swayed a bit with each movement. I pushed my long brown hair off of my shoulders, behind me, then started with the top button of my blouse, which was even with my cleavage, and began to free each button slowly.
Jackson’s gaze was rapt on my fingers, his chest heaving with each breath he took.
I left my shirt hanging there for a moment, open but showing only a strip of skin, before slowly revealing my lace, see-through bra underneath as I pushed the shirt off and let it fall to the floor.
Then, bending at a torturing pace, I reached under my skirt and slid the matching lace boy shorts down my legs and stepped out of them.
“Come’ere,” Jackson said gruffly.
So, I stepped in between his legs, until my breasts were even with his face. Jackson’s hands hit the back of my thighs and slid up under my skirt until his fingertips hit the curve of my bottom.
We both groaned at the contact, and I became even louder when Jackson’s lips sucked my hardened nipple through the lace in front of him, his hands caressing as he explored me. He moved to the other breast, and I widened my stance when he moved his exploration lower. Deeper.
“Jackson,” I whispered, my head falling back as he teased my clit.
“Like velvet,” I heard him say softly as he stroked the fire that had lit within me.
I was starting to float, getting swept up in the moment, as his finger entered me and my body began to rock in response. I reached around for the clasp of my bra and removed it quickly, then braced myself on his shoulders as another finger joined the first.
Finally, his hot, wet mouth was on my breasts with no interference. Licking, sucking, nipping across my sensitive flesh. The assault on my senses was almost too much; it had been too long, and never this good, and I was already fighting the need to come after just minutes of his ministrations.
My head fell forward as he worked me harder, and Jackson had to move his head back quickly before I hit his glasses.
“Sorry,” I managed, a giggle bursting out of me as I thought of how horrible it would have been if I’d made contact. The giggle disappeared on a strangle as his thumb hit my clit and began rubbing circles as his fingers pumped in and out of me.
That took talent, I thought, right before I lost the ability to think.
I cried out as I came, Jackson milking every last bit out of me until I was ready to fall into a puddle at his feet. Before I could go completely boneless, Jackson urged my skirt down and lifted me, turning and laying me back on the bed.
I watched through my haze-filled eyes as he took off his clothes, enjoying each new expanse of skin as he unveiled them to me. He was tall, toned, and gorgeous, with a smattering of dark chest hair that V’d off as it trailed over his abs and beneath the boxer briefs he was currently taking off.
I knew I was smiling up at him like a drunken fool, even though I’d only had two drinks at the bar, my eyes tracking his every move as he rounded the bed, laid his glasses on my night table, and opened the condom he somehow had in his hand. I watched greedily as he smoothed it over his generous length, then climbed into bed.
Now next to me, no, Jackson moved until he was planking over me, his skin just a whisper above mine. And the sight of him there, above me, ready to claim me, become one with me, had my body waking from its languid slumber, eager to lose itself once again.
I opened my legs and brought my knees up as he settled there, his weight still on his forearms as I felt the hard, hot length of him against my core.
Jackson shifted his weight to one arm so he could bring his hand to my face, where he brushed my hair back from my forehead, then ran his fingertips over it. Caressing my cheekbone, the length of my nose, and my chin, before tracing my lips, as if he were memorizing the structure.
“Now a soft kiss—Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss,” he said softly, before taking my lips and kissing me as if savoring every sip.
I sighed as I melted, his words affecting me just as much as his kiss, maybe more so.
When he broke the kiss, I whispered, “Who said that?”
“Keats,” he replied, then moved to press his lips beneath my ear. Along my jaw. To the underside of my chin. Then, Jackson held my eyes as he slowly slid inside of me, neither of us breathing until he was fully seated and my legs wrapped around his waist.
“You feel amazing,” Jackson managed, his breath labored as if he’d just ran five miles.
“So do you,” I admitted, then smiled so widely at him I almost cried.
In that moment, I felt things I hadn’t imagined I could.
I was falling for him so hard and so fast that the weight of it scared me, even as it thrilled me. His beautiful, kind face, with those dimples flashing, grinned back down at me, then he shifted and we both lost our smiles as we moaned at the delicious feeling of him inside of me.
With my legs around his waist, one hand in his hair and the other on his shoulder, Jackson began to move. Slowly at first, then faster, harder, until we were both lost, chasing our release, not knowing where he ended and I began.
It was the most beautiful experience of my life.