He watched Mia’s face as he stroked her, loving the cloudy passion in her eyes, the rosy blush on her cheeks, the way she kept licking her lips before parting them sensually. When he traced her slit with one finger, she let out a soft sigh, and then, when he dipped that finger in the wetness pooling at her opening, the sigh became a groan of agitation.
His gaze remained locked with hers as he prodded and toyed. Soon his finger was coated with her juices, which made it dang easy to slide inside her. Her inner muscles instantly clamped around his finger, trapping it there.
“Dang, Mia, you’re so tight.” His voice was strangled, his lower body an inferno of blind lust.
She whimpered and rocked her hips, trying to quicken his pace, but that only got her a soft tsking sound and the retreat of his hand.
“No,” she choked out. “Please don’t stop. Please.”
A laugh rumbled out. “Aw, I’m sorry. I figured you were bored.”
The taunt earned him a sharp thwack on the arm. Shit, her little fist was a lot stronger than he’d thought.
Grinning, Jackson resumed his tormenting, his thumb seeking out her clit as he pushed two fingers in deep and stroked her tight channel.
“Oh my God,” Mia moaned. “That’s so good.”
Her sweet juices soaked his hand, and he could feel her clit pulsing beneath the pad of his thumb. As he worked her pussy, he continued to watch her, each moan and shiver telling him exactly what she liked.
“I’m gonna add another finger, sugar,” he murmured. “And I’m gonna fuck you hard now.”
She shuddered, her green eyes shining with excitement. “Do it. Please.”
She was so tight that the third finger succeeded in filling her completely. Her pussy squeezed his hand like a vise, a wickedly naughty omen of what it would feel like when his cock was buried inside it. Christ, he couldn’t wait. Fucking this woman had just become his sole purpose in life.
Jackson nuzzled her neck as he fingered her. His thumb tended to her clit, teased the little bud while his fingers drove in and out of her core. When he heard Mia’s breathing quicken and saw her eyes go unfocused, he stilled his movements.
“Jackson.” She was practically wailing now.
He shot her an innocent smile. “Jackson, what?”
“Make me come,” she pleaded. “Oh God. Please, please, please make me come. Please, please, plea—”
He cut her off by lowering his head to one breast, capturing her nipple between his teeth, and thrusting his fingers so deep inside her that her whole body convulsed against him.
The force of Mia’s orgasm detonated the room. The air sizzled, the walls crackled, the couch cushions squeaked. And through it all, her hot, wet pussy pulsed and rippled against his hand and her breathless moans vibrated in his shoulder.
When she finally went limp, Jackson propped up on one elbow and smiled down at her. “That was some real nice beggin’ at the end, baby doll.”
Her green eyes took a long time to focus. “What…the…hell…did you just do to me?” she mumbled, sounding awed. “I’ve never…”
“Never what?”
“Come that hard before.” Her cheeks were pink again, this time from palpable embarrassment.
He stifled a sigh. “You’ve gotta stop gettin’ all embarrassed whenever you let go.”
“I don’t do that. Do I?” She sounded troubled.
“’Fraid you do. But there’s nothin’ wrong with coming so hard that you drench my couch, or letting a man get you off in public. Sex doesn’t have to be confined to a bedroom, with the missionary position and the lights off.”
“Sex?” She choked out a laugh. “We haven’t even done that yet!”
A grin stretched across his face. “Yet?”
As expected, she backpedaled like crazy. “I mean…I didn’t…argh. I’m not saying sex is inevitable. It might never happen, okay?”
“Uh-huh. If you say so.” The grin widened. “You better get dressed now, sugar. It’s past eleven, and if we don’t get you home by midnight, you’ll be eating crow after that riot act you read your brother.”
Mia blinked. “Wait—you’re taking me home?” Her gaze lowered to the enormous bulge in his pants. “But you didn’t…”
“Trust me, I enjoyed this as much as you did.” He shrugged. “I don’t need to come to consider this a successful second date.”
“And let me guess,” she said as she fumbled around for her discarded clothing, “you’re about to demand a third date.”
He beamed at her. “You already know me well, darlin’.”
“I’m not sure when I’m free next…”
“I told you, I’ll take whatever I can get.” Noticing her hesitation, he let out an unhappy breath. “C’mon, Mia, I know you want to keep hangin’ out, and I don’t wanna have to twist your arm for another date each time I see you. So can’t we just say we’re dating and go from there?”
She distracted him for a second by wiggling into her panties. “How’s this?” she said once her jeans were on. “I’ll date you—”
“Deal.”
“—but—” she rolled her eyes, “—that doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship. No strings, no commitments, and if I get really busy, you have to back off. You’re not allowed to get possessive or clingy on me.”