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We moved our way through the crowd of people who were arriving for the next showing. Jackson pushed the door open, and we both made our way into the cool night.
The cool night air felt good on my hot, flushed skin. It gave me enough time to calm down just as we got to his car, where he slid his arm around my waist. He pushed me up against my car and pressed his lips to mine, his hands traveling to my hips, gently squeezing.
“Any chance I could convince you to come home with me?” he whispered, kissing me once more, before trailing kisses down my neck. “Where we could continue where we left off?”
“You might be able to persuade me to follow you,” I whispered as I closed my eyes and his lips met mine once again. There was no use denying what I wanted. I wanted him.
* * *
Jackson wasted no time after he had locked the door behind us. I had just slipped out of my shoes when he pushed me up against the wall, kissing me so hard I could barely breathe. He undid the buttons of my blouse, slipping it off my shoulders. It fell to the floor as he kissed me again. Lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his waist, he began walking with me in his arms down to his bedroom, where he placed me down gently on the ground. His hands moved to the clasp on my bra, and with one swift motion, his fingers flicked it open, my bra falling away from my body.
I pulled at his shirt and slipped it off over his head. He stood there while I ran my hands over his hard abs, before he wrapped me in his arms and devoured my mouth once again. My skin pebbled as his hands trailed down to the button of my jeans. One quick movement was all it took and now he was slowly inching them down my legs until they pooled at my feet.
He took his time, kissing his way down my body. It only took a couple of minutes before my legs were too weak to hold myself up and we fell onto the bed together. He leaned on his forearm, bending to take my lips again, his other hand sliding inside my panties, then running through my slick heat, causing me to moan into his mouth.
“That’s it.” He whispered, meeting my lips again as he slid two fingers deep inside of me, his thumb circling my clit.
“I always loved how responsive you were,” he whispered as his lips parted from mine. He continued to run his thumb over that small bundle of nerves while he pumped two fingers deep inside of me. I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks as our eyes met.
I placed my hand on his to stop him from continuing and tried hard to reach into his boxers and stroke him.
“No, baby, not until you come,” he said, ignoring the fact that I was gripping his wrist as tight as I could to stop or at least slow him down.
I was so close, and the more his fingers danced over the sensitive bud, the harder it was becoming for me to hold back. He bent down and sucked my nipple into his mouth while his two fingers worked in and out of me. My back arched off the bed. I felt myself tighten, and I let go, calling out his name.
“That’s it, baby.” He whispered, kissing my mouth hard before he climbed between my legs. “God, I’ve been waiting all week to hear you, to feel you again.”
I was dizzy from my release. I felt him run his cock through my wetness and ever so quickly slip inside of my tight heat. His hands held my hips, holding me close as he pounded into me. Each thrust he delivered getting deeper and harder until I couldn’t take it anymore and began once again to tighten around him.
“I can’t hold back much longer,” he breathed. “But before I do, I want you to come again.”
I gripped his back, digging my nails into him. It was like I was under his command. He’d said those magic words, and I came undone for the second time. In a matter of seconds, he, too, let go and emptied himself into me, collapsing on the bed beside me.
* * *
Something woke me, and I lay staring out the window of Jackson’s bedroom, the light from the street falling through the slats of the blinds. Everything was silent, and I smiled to myself and snuggled down under the covers, breathing in the scent of the man who lay beside me. I was just about asleep when I felt the bed jerk.
I rolled over and looked at Jackson, who lay beside me, covered in a sheen of sweat. The look on his face wasn’t restful. He looked full of torment as his head flopped side to side. I lay and watched him for a few minutes, remembering the nightmares he used to have right after Connor had died. I wondered if that was what he was dreaming about. I was just about to reach over and touch him gently to wake him when he seemed to calm down. I watched him for a few more minutes. I rolled back over and closed my eyes to go back to sleep when the thrashing started again, followed by a low growling sound.
“I tried. I tried,” he repeated, his voice full of sorrow. “Sorry, I tried.” He whimpered.
I rolled back over in time to see the torment lining his face. I was about to put my hand on his chest and try to wake him when he started yelling for help. I placed my hand on his chest and lowered my head onto his shoulder and quietly whispered in his ear, just like I used to do.
“Jackson, you’re safe. I’m here.”
Instantly, he quieted, and he wrapped his arms around me, a whimper escaping his throat as his chest heaved. “I’m sorry, I tried,” he murmured as I lay in his arms. Finally, his breathing calmed, and he fell back into a deep sleep. Yet now I lay awake, tormented by the thoughts of what he had been dreaming about.
A tear escaped my eyes as I listened to his breathing. I took comfort in feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest, and being held in his arms soon outweighed my torment, and soon I too drifted off to sleep.
I woke up early the next morning. Jackson was still sound asleep, so I slipped out from under the covers, pulled his bathrobe from the hook on the back of the door, and wrapped myself in his scent. I made my way to the kitchen, where I put on a pot of coffee and sat down to check my phone to see if I had any messages.
Just the usual from my mom, worried about me not being at home when she woke this morning. I sat there debating if I should just tell her I was at Jackson’s. I typed out the message and re-read it back to myself; only to realize I still wasn’t ready to let anyone know that Jackson and I had been messing around. So, I deleted all the words and quickly typed back that I had spent the night at Cara’s.
“Morning,” I heard a sleep-filled deep voice behind me and felt his large hands on my shoulders. I reached up and held them both, while he bent down and placed a kiss on the side of my neck.
“Morning. I put some coffee on.”
“Perfect.” He kissed my lips and then went over to the cupboard and pulled out two mugs. “Sleep well?”
