A strangled cry escaped her lips as her sex quivered and convulsed around his cock. And with a few more strokes, he tumbled after her, filling the condom as her body milked him dry.
He wasn’t sure how long they lay there in a sweaty heap, but eventually he maneuvered her to the side so he could go take care of cleanup in the bathroom. He returned to the bed with a warm washcloth to find Vanessa passed out cold and snoring softly. Jackson supposed that meant an all-night sex fest was out of the question.
Chuckling to himself, he cleaned her as carefully and quickly as possible. Then he chucked the rag back in the general direction of the bathroom and slid in behind her before lifting the covers over them. He kissed the back of her shoulder and tried to get some sleep himself.
Day 3: Tuesday
“Rise and shine, V.”
Vanessa felt the warm rays of the sun stream across her face, causing her to squinch her eyes tight and moan into her pillow.
“Come on. I gotta get to the gym, and you’re coming with me today, remember?”
Remember? She couldn’t remember anything past the feel of his arms around her and the way he felt deep inside her. Even now her breasts tingled with the memory of his touch.
“Give me ten more minutes,” she muffled into her pillow.
His shadow fell over her face as he moved in front of her, his voice rumbling through her body and landing deep in her belly. “I usually prefer to go much longer, but considering our tight schedule, I’d be more than happy to give you a ten-minute wakeup call.”
Her eyes flew open to see Jackson’s wicked smile as he began to untie his white athletic pants. Holy mother of God. As much as she was tempted to let him make good on his promise—or maybe it was supposed to be a threat—she wanted to get her bearings with him before their next encounter. She wasn’t used to being caught off-guard, and considering how last night went down, off-guard was a major understatement.
When his thumbs hooked into his waistband and began tugging the material down, she bolted upright in bed and held a hand out to hopefully prevent any further exposure that would change her mind. “I’m up! I’m up. Just…uh…” She tried to think, but her brain felt steeped in a fog worse than a London morning. “Let me get some coffee in me, and we can go.”
“I already made it for you.” With a triumphant smile, he righted his pants and hauled her out of the bed by her waist. “It’s in a travel mug over on the counter.”
It was then she noticed she was standing stark naked in front of him in the garish light of day. Gasping, she yanked the sheet from the bed and clutched it to her chest. He chuckled and stepped waaaaay into her personal space. Unfortunately, if she backed up, she’d only succeed in falling back onto the bed, so she lifted her chin and stood her ground.
“What’s so funny?”
He placed those large hands on her hips. Since she hadn’t wrapped the sheet around her, his long fingers reached past where the material draped her frame, branding her skin with their rough heat and memories from the night. “The fact that you feel the need to cover up when hours ago I had free rein to do whatever I wished to this very naked body.”
“Yeah, well, there’s a huge difference between seeing something by moonlight and seeing it in sunlight. So if you don’t mind…”
Storm clouds rolled over his features. “I sure as hell do mind,” he growled. “I can’t believe a woman as strong and beautiful as you has body image issues. Now I know you’re crazy.”
She scoffed. “Every woman has body image issues, Jax. It doesn’t matter if you’re an average girl or Kate Moss.”
“Then I’m going to make you the first woman in the world to lose those issues.” Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he dipped her back slightly as his mouth took hers in a fevered kiss, damn near making her forget her name, much less her nitpicky self-image complaints. When he finally broke away, they were both a little out of breath. “But not now. Now we’re going to the gym, so get your cute ass in gear.” He pushed her toward the bathroom with a slap on her ass that made her jump and squeal in surprise.
She stuck her tongue out at him over her shoulder as she crossed the room, making sure her hips swayed, hoping it tortured him on some primal level. He more than deserved it for the stunt he pulled last night. Not that she was complaining. Him waking her up had been hot as hell. But now she knew she had to be careful, or Jax would end up taking a lot more from her than just her control.
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