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I narrowed my eyes at him. “Never awful or you’ve never walked a woman to her door before?” I wasn’t sure why I had the courage to ask the questions, but his reactions were…exciting.

His eyes lingered on my face, and he let out a sharp exhale. “Both. I’ve never done either.” His fingers reached out suddenly then, pushing some of my hair from my face.

“My hair’s a mess.” My voice wavered, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

Jackson’s brow furrowed, his finger lingering in a way that made my thighs clench, taking me back to the night at the party. “I don’t think so.”

Did he just compliment me?

“Thanks…” I went for the doorknob, but he stopped me, pulling my lips to his.

And my body freaking exploded with desire. His hands cupped the back of my head, holding my mouth to his as my fingers trailed down his T-shirt, feeling the warmth of his body beneath. He nipped at my bottom lip, and I let out a moan, letting his tongue caress every inch of my own.

My breaths grew ragged as his mouth slid from mine, his hands already slipped down to my waist. “What…what’re you doing?” I managed to choke out as he pinned me against the door.

He paused, removing his lips from the nape of my neck and pulling back to look at me. “Do you not want to do this?”

“I…is this…is this why you wanted to bring me home?” I was embarrassed to be asking the question, but the insecure girl in me was suddenly questioning everything. We didn’t even like each other.

“No, this is not why I brought you home, or walked you to the door.” His gaze was soft. “I just can’t get you out of my head, Lena—and you look hot as fuck tonight.”

Warning bells were ringing in my head as I mulled his words over, not completely sure how to take them. I wasn’t even sure how drunk Jackson was—or wasn’t.

“I can just go,” Jackson muttered after a few moments. “The guys probably need the car anyway.” He turned to go, loosening his grip on my waist.

And I felt disappointed. I could never just live a little.

“No, wait.” I grabbed his forearm, tugging slightly. “Don’t go.”

He spun around and without warning, lifted me up off the ground and buried his face into my neck, picking right back up where he’d left off.

Oh. My. Gosh.

My fingers threaded through his hair as I felt his erection press against me through my jeans. I tipped my head back against the door, my fingers reaching for the knob that I’d already unlocked. I rolled it in my fingers, and it swung open.

Jackson chuckled darkly, pulling back to meet my gaze. “I was waiting for that invitation.”

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JACKSON

My cock throbbed as I carried her through the house, not stopping until she had directed me to her bedroom. I didn’t even bother to take in the room before laying her down on the bed. I just wanted to pick up where we’d last left off.

I ripped her shirt over her head, and she bit back with the same level of eagerness, tearing mine off as well. Unlike before, I didn’t hesitate, unsnapping the hook of her bra and finally setting eyes on her perky tits.

And they were even better than I’d imagined.

“Fuck,” I muttered, unable to resist the urge. My lips landed on her chest, her back arching as I sucked the soft skin into my mouth. She cried out, and I ran my hands along her hips, still clad in jeans.

I need to get these off.

I’d never felt so desperate to see a woman naked in my entire life, and my fingers fumbled with the button of her jeans, like I’d never taken someone else’s clothes off before. But in the moment, it didn’t feel like I had.

Something about this woman made everything feel new.

And it was a fucking high.

Her hips wiggled beneath me, squirming as I peeled the denim down, revealing a black lace thong and an eyeful of creamy skin. I threw the jeans across the room, and the sound of them hitting the wall caused Lena to pause.

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