“So bossy,” I teased.
“I like to think of it as assertive and sexy. Besides, it doesn’t take a window for me to figure you out. You need this distraction right now just as badly as I do. I know you more than you realize.”
He did. I didn’t know how, but in the short amount of time we’d known each other, he’d managed to weasel his way in and learn the many sides of me.
Right now, he knew the one thing I needed most of all was a distraction from the evening we were about to begin. I was quite fond of his choice of distractions.
My hand slipped down my body toward the juncture of my thighs.
“That’s it, sweetheart—nice and slow.”
Parting my slick folds, I stroked myself once, moving up toward my clit. I circled the sensitive nub, involuntarily moaning from each tantalizing caress.
“Spread your legs. I want to see all of you.”
My legs shifted farther apart, giving a clear view of my most intimate parts and the way I was touching them.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed into the speaker.
Syllables, words, and sentences escaped me. So focused on my own pleasure, I could only respond with a deep moan as I sunk two fingers deep inside my core.
“Faster. Work those fingers faster, Liv,” he dictated.
I listened. Placing my thumb on my clit, I fucked myself, moving my fingers in and out, as I rocked my body against them.
“Jackson,” I managed to say.
There was no answer.
“Jackson!” I yelled as I felt myself growing close.
Suddenly, a loud noise from downstairs startled me, and hurried feet rushed up the stairs.
Before I had a second to cover myself, he appeared, standing in my doorway. He’d barely pulled down his jeans over his boxers briefs, which were now straining against the ridge of his hard cock.
With his hand pointed toward the bed, he ordered, “Hands and knees—now.”
His eyes were wild with desire, and I knew he was probably hanging on by a string. I didn’t waste any time. I stood from my chair in front of the window. As I walked past him, my hands brushed his bare chest, and his breath hissed out in response.
Crawling onto the bed and baring my ass in all its glory, I went on all fours. The bed dipped behind me as strong hands slid up my thighs and wrapped firmly around my hip.
His body bent forward, and his warm breath caressed my ear as he whispered, “Seeing you touch yourself like that, knowing you were thinking of me while you did it…I couldn’t stay away. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stay away Liv.”
His words halted as his body slammed into mine.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, pushing back against him.
Over and over, he plunged into my slick body, sending me deeper into ecstasy. My legs shook, and my arms trembled as sweat dripped down my face. It was primal, dirty, and downright beautiful.
My body started to spasm as he let out a guttural moan while moving faster and harder. We came together, our bodies detonating like two exploding stars. Unable to stay upright a second longer, we both collapsed onto the bed, curled in each other’s arms. I could hear the rapid rhythm of his heart beating against my back as he kissed my shoulder.
“Stress level better?” he asked softly.
“Much.”
“Good, ’cause we’re running late now.”
I looked over at the clock and saw it was now twenty minutes from the time we were supposed to be at the restaurant.
“Shit!” I jumped out of bed, stark-naked, with my just-fucked hair sticking out in every direction.
“If it helps at all, you should wear the purple dress right there,” he said, pointing to a simple wrap dress. “I always like you in purple,” he confessed sweetly.
His naked body was draped across my bed, doing all sorts of crazy things to my frazzled brain.
“You, out,” I commanded, pointing to the door.
He laughed, standing proudly, without an ounce of shame.
With a body like that, who needs shame?
Focus, Liv.
“I can’t think with all that yummy nakedness around. Go get dressed, and be back here in ten minutes!”
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, playing up his Carolina boy accent.
He peeked out the window as he was pulling up his jeans. “Looks like Leah is here to pick up Noah. I’d better run out and say good-bye to him. Wish I had a shirt.” He shrugged and then quickly kissed me on the cheek. “Oh, and if it ever comes up, you’re afraid of spiders.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Spiders?”
“I might have mentioned something to Noah about you being afraid of spiders and needing someone to kill one for you before I ran out of the house as if a fire were chasing me.”
Before I had a chance to answer, he slapped my bare ass and gave me a parting wink.
I shook my head, covering a giggle, as I moved to the closet to get dressed.
I stopped as it all came back—dinner, parents…olive branch.
My phone rang, and it was Jackson again.
I glanced up at the window across from me, but he wasn’t there.
“Hello?”