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I clench my jaw to prevent my lips from quivering and breathe deeply, willing my tears to stay at bay. “I don’t know what to say, Jackson. You’re right. No one would understand. But that’s not even the problem. There are so many issues surrounding us that the sum of their weight would destroy us before we even had a chance to begin. We’d never make it, and we’d lose everything in the process.”
“You’d lose everything, is what you meant to say.” He balls his fists at his sides and drops his gaze to the ground. “I have nothing to lose.”
“I’m sorry,” I say softly. The sentiment sounds lame and empty, even to me, but I’m at a loss for words. “I should go.”
“Yeah, fine.”
Regret washes through me as I turn to leave the way I came, but I know it’s the right thing to do. Jackson and I could never work, even after he graduates. I’m right about that. We both know it. He may not like it, but he has to understand that it’s true regardless.
“Savannah?”
I turn back to Jackson.
“One kiss? For old times’ sake?” he asks, some of his usual swagger returning, as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Old times sake?” I grin widely. “As in yesterday?”
He doesn’t answer but takes a step toward me.
A small voice echoes in my mind telling me to go, but I ignore it. I want one more kiss. I need it. Just one. My stomach tightens excitedly in anticipation.
Jackson crashes his impossibly full lips against mine, kissing me hard. His tongue licks greedily, sending me spiraling into a haze of lust and desire. I don’t even try to stop the moan that escapes me, resonating deep into his mouth. The way Jackson kisses me is insanely addictive.
I fist my fingers through his short hair and pull his face into mine, taking the kiss deeper. Tasting him just a little isn’t enough. I need more. He’s like a drug I can’t resist and at this moment I’m finding it hard to figure out why I would want to.
Our kiss intensifies until we are both shaking with desire. We make quick work of removing our clothes, and Jackson lays a blanket across a mound of straw.
Standing before him, he smooths his hands across my sensitive skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Savannah,” he says as his green-eyed gaze roams over me, increasing my rapidly growing need for him.
“Just one more time,” I pant out, reassuring myself with a lie.
“Yes. This will be the last time,” he agrees, his expression lusty and primal. “I’m going to have you one more time, and then we’ll stop. But first, I need to taste you.”
He guides me onto the blanket, planting heated kisses all over my body. His lips work their way down me until his face is between my legs. I cry out as his tongue licks across the perfect spot.
“Oh, God…yes!” I scream out into the open air, unable to contain my emotions.
His hand grasps at my thigh, kneading my skin, while two fingers enter me to work in conjunction with his magnificent tongue until I’m a writhing mess of agonizing bliss.
My body begins to shake as enormous jolts of pleasure shoot through me, and I cry out with a half-sob. Jackson places soft kisses against my skin as he works his way back up toward my face.
“You taste even better than you do in my dreams,” he whispers against my neck between kisses.
With my eyes still closed tight, I’m vaguely aware of the sounds of a condom wrapper as I continue to enjoy the residual waves of my orgasm coursing through my body.
I grab Jackson’s ass when I feel him at my entrance. He enters me, and I’m immediately lost in ecstasy.
“You know this isn’t our last time?” he groans between thrusts.
“I know.” I sigh before he impales me, and I cry out once more.
I can’t walk away from Jackson. From the moment his lips first touched mine, our fate was written. I will make a lot of mistakes in my lifetime, but regardless of the outcome, being with Jackson will never be one of them. Our connection is real, needed—unstoppable.
The thing about secrets is that they always come out, one way or another. I know deep down in my soul that this one will, too. Yet some secrets are worth the consequences. The complete and utter high I feel when I’m with Jackson won’t last forever. It’s sure to be followed by an impending crash, which will be utterly devastating. Until then, I’m going to enjoy every second of this ride for as long as I’m lucky enough to be on it.
I’m a wreck. My emotions have been all over the place the past three weeks. I’ve been drowning in extremes from lust and fear to bliss and paranoia.
