Jackson kissed his way up her body. With each sensual touch of his lips, she came back to herself a little more. By the time he reached her neck, she was fully aware again and somehow just as hungry for him as when they started.
Grabbing him by his head, she brought his mouth up and lifted her head to attack it. He met her urgency, moaning as she boldly licked his lips then bit down on the plump center. They fused together in a molten kiss, their tongues warring against each other. She tasted her sweet tang and the reminder of how her essence came to be there released another wave of warmth between her legs.
Jackson started to pull away from her, but she followed him, not wanting to release him from the kiss. He smiled against her lips, obviously enjoying her desperation to keep their connection. It should’ve tripped her defenses, prompting her to wrap herself in indifference and show him just how unaffected she was. But it didn’t. He’d triggered something in her, uncovered a hunger she hadn’t known she had. And now she no longer cared if he knew just how much she wanted him.
Once she sat all the way up, he held her shoulders to prevent her from following him as he stood. She looked up at him, mesmerized by his dominating presence and his sculpted physique. Being a fighter definitely gave him muscles she wasn’t used to from the businessmen she usually dated.
He took out a condom from his back pocket and tossed it carelessly next to her on the couch. “Take my shorts off, V,” he ordered gruffly.
She’d do as he said and take them off. But he hadn’t specified how to take them off. Vanessa schooled her features to hold back the smirk that itched to flaunt her thoughts, then she placed her hands on his pecs. Moving them down his body, she reveled in the way her fingers undulated over the ripples of his abs and the deep V of his obliques slashing to the center of his body and her ultimate destination.
He arched his scarred eyebrow as she skirted her hands past the elastic of his shorts. No doubt he’d expected her to catch the waistband and do as he’d instructed. And she would. Eventually.
They continued down either side of his straining cock, her thumbs just barely brushing the sides. He sucked a sharp inhale through his teeth and narrowed his eyes at her. It hadn’t been a huge reaction, but even that little bit of control gave her a heady rush. He hadn’t stopped her yet, but she could see the warning on the tip of his tongue.
Using her teeth, she pulled his shorts down a couple inches on both sides, then pulled the center out and down, dragging the material over his erection and causing a delicious moan to escape his chest. Once they fell to the floor and he kicked them to the side, she was left staring eye-level at an impressive display of virility.
Their quick yet explosive session the night before had been all about feeling, not seeing. But now she looked her fill. She’d known by the feel of him that he wasn’t a small man in any sense of the word, but she was surprised at just how not small he was. As she touched him, she discreetly gauged his size with her fingers. From root to tip, he spanned the length of her thumb and forefinger, and when she gripped him, her fingers barely touched. Well, hello there, big boy.
“I fit once already, V. I can do it again.”
She’d been so lost in her own thoughts, his comment startled her. Glancing up at him, she huffed, “I know that.”
He slid one of his hands into the hair at her nape and gave her a crooked and way-too-knowing smile. “Just wanted to make sure. You looked like maybe you were worried.”
This man saw way too much with her. Good thing she knew how to distract him. Starting at the base, she kept her tongue loose so it hugged the underside of his cock and licked a slow, wet path all the way to the smooth cap at the top. His fingers contracted, fisting her hair, and his hips bucked.
She smiled, letting her satisfaction show on her face. “I may be smaller than you, but I can take anything you give me.”
“I’m so holding you to that.”
He let loose an animalistic growl, picked her up, and switched their positions so she once again straddled him on the couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, obliterating the space between them. Following suit, Jackson’s arms banded around her waist as he finally latched onto the breast that had started the whole series of events.
The feel of him drawing her deep into his mouth sent showers of sparks riding her skin and heating her blood. Her body bowed, her head dropping back until the ends of her hair tickled the base of her spine. He leaned over, their bodies melding from hips to ribs as he worshipped both of her breasts with his lips, his tongue, his teeth.
Unable to hold back any longer, she rocked her pelvis to cradle his cock between the slick folds of her sex. He groaned. She moaned. And they both reached for the condom next to them at the same time.
“Reading my mind, V?”
“I doubt it’s your mind I’m reading, Maris,” she said, scooting back a few inches.