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His throat bobs, the crease between his brows severe. ‘Hell, I couldn’t stop.’
He couldn’t stop and it bothers him. Really bothers him. Power floods my veins. I did that to him. And now I want nothing more than to see him lose it so completely at my hand, my mouth.
‘Lucky I like to live on the edge; let’s see if you can keep quiet while I do the same to you...’
I go to lift his kilt and he moves lightning-fast, crushing me to him as he forks one hand through my knotted hair and tugs my head back.
‘I told you, that’s not how this works.’
‘Ah, yes,’ I say softly, the tug of his hand shooting pleasure straight to my clit. ‘Your bedroom rules.’
‘Don’t test me, Caitlin.’
He thinks I’m making light of them...
‘What if I like testing you? What if I want to see the stoic Jackson crack?’
I think about all he has said—don’t push me, don’t test me, I want you to be safe. The thrill of what it can all mean pulses through my body.
He heaves in a breath. ‘No, you don’t.’
I wet my lips slowly, surely. ‘Oh, yes, I do.’
He yanks my head back further, his kiss rough, controlling, and when he pulls away this time my legs are like jelly, my head’s dizzy, my pussy’s aching with reawakened need.
‘Go back inside.’
My stomach plummets. ‘But—’
‘Go to your room.’
‘Like hell—’
He presses a finger to my lips and I frown against it.
‘When I come to you, I want you naked and standing before your bed.’
My eyes widen as my frown lifts and I pull his finger from my lips. ‘What if someone else walks in?’
‘Are you expecting someone?’
My heart gives an excited little squeeze. ‘No.’
‘Good.’
He steps back and my body instantly pines for the heat of his. I concentrate on righting my dress and he comes to my aid, his hands gentle and contradicting everything else about him.
‘Now go.’
He breaks away, turns his back to me, but not before I catch a glimpse of his very real need still thrusting beneath his kilt and I smile as I walk away. I smooth out my dress, my hair—I’m sure I look truly ravaged, but the excited buzz in my veins stops me from caring.
I’m already fantasising about what’s to come. Tonight, tomorrow, the day after. What fun we can have in three days...
So much fun that maybe he’ll realise we could have so much more.
If he’ll give us a chance, a real chance at a future.
No feelings, Cait, remember. This is nothing more than sex. A finite arrangement.
