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I swallow against the added moisture in my mouth, pressing my hands across the smooth, cool rock. “That’s because I want to be fucking you, Jackson.”
Something passes between us then, leaving me winded. It’s intense and powerful and all the things we shouldn’t be feeling. It’s not supposed to feel this right. He’s not supposed to be this great. That’s when there is no running from what’s facing me. Something changed between us, and I can’t really recall when that happened.
It feels different when he takes hold of my hip and steps closer, pressing the tip of his cock against me. Emotional, maybe. I don’t know. I can’t think. He’s pressing inside me, filling me so perfectly. And I’m lost in the beauty of the moment, tilting my head back to stare upon stars in a way I’ve never seen them before.
Everything looks brighter, more alive.
I feel more alive when he hooks my leg around his strong arm. I drop my chin, glancing into his eyes again, grasping his forearms, enraptured by the view. The beauty of Jackson. The thickness of his muscles flexing under the moonlight. The way his cock disappears inside me. The pleasure on his face. I like being the source of his pleasure. I enjoy making him feel good.
There is nothing rough about him tonight. He’s slow and sensual, sliding his cock in and out so I can feel every inch of him. He isn’t kissing me, he’s watching me. It feels like he’s seeing me more than anyone has ever seen me. His hands grip me lightly, and his eyes…those are locked onto mine, filled with things I didn’t know he was capable of.
He’s not at all who I thought he was. He’s not only the fantasy. He’s better.
The way he watches me, so hungry, so needy for me, it rises my pleasure. He’s nibbling his lip, eyebrows drawn in pleasure. I cling onto his forearms when he grabs my hips, somehow locking me into his hold, pumping his hips, enjoying me instead of sending me screaming.
He’s paying attention. His gaze roams my face to my lips, my eyes, and then lowers to my breasts, my belly, my sex; it’s like he’s memorizing me. And now I know why because I’ve been memorizing him in the same way.
Water splashes up around us when he begins thrusting faster, working his cock into a rhythm, creating a perfect flutter of euphoria to fly through me. I can’t look away, lost in all the unsaid things between us. My eyes want to close, and I’m hanging on the very cliff of euphoria but I’m fighting it, just as I feel him fighting it.
When I see his eyes widen, feel his cock grow harder inside me while he bucks and jerks into his orgasm, his roar echoing across the night sky, I can only follow him over the cliff, all the time wishing this didn’t have to end.
That tomorrow would never happen.
Chapter 6
Jackson
I wake the next morning to Mallory’s curves. She’s on her side, her breath slow with sleep, her hair resting on the pillow as if she’d been laid out in a way to make her look even more beautiful. I glance over the smooth line of her neck to her shoulder and then down her arm where her body begins to dip down into her waist. The white sheet is low on her hip, tempting me to pull it away.
I don’t know what I’m doing. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Mallory should be staying in this bed alone, and I should be on the couch below. Those are the shoulds that should have happened during our time here. Instead, I’ve now made all of this very complicated.
I’ve never been led by my cock before. This girl, though, she’s got me wrapped up. She’s sexy in ways I don’t seem to have a shield against. I could have said no, of course, but I wouldn’t have. She’s too tempting. Maybe it’s the way she’s both sweet and daring. It’s an incredibly rare combination. I like how she melts when I touch her. I want to watch her explode around me again and ag
ain, all because I can take her there.
While I listen to her soft sleepy breaths, I can only hope she means what she says. And that what happens here won’t affect us at home. Because I don’t even want to think of what Aria will do to me when she finds out I slept with her best friend. I care what Aria thinks. We’re close, I respect her. I don’t want to be hurting anyone.
Now thinking of Aria, I slide out of bed, intending to let Mallory sleep in since we don’t have to be back inland for another couple of hours. I quietly grab a pair of sports shorts off the floor then head down the ladder, moving into the kitchen. There, I quickly make some coffee and then reach for my cellphone on the counter that I had powered off Tuesday night.
Once I turn it on, as I expected, I find a single text.
You hurt her, I’ll never forgive you.
The text from Aria doesn’t surprise me but the last thing I want to do is hurt Mallory. I never wanted to hurt her. I planned to bring her here, give her a few days of relaxing and peace, all to piss off Liam. That was the plan. When exactly had the plan gone so wrong?
I click on my email, and notice an email from a lawyer in my firm who handled the Bakker Pharmaceuticals deal. We lost the deal on Monday to Liam, so I’m not sure why he’s emailing me now instead of waiting for me to come home. I open the email and it reads, Call me.
Donny has never been one for long-winded emails. I lean against the kitchen counter and click on the phone app, calling the office. When Keller LLC’s receptionist answers, I say, “Belinda, this is Jackson, could you transfer me to Donny?”
“Yes, sir, right away,” Belinda replies.
A second later, Donny’s voices comes over the phone line. “Ah, he lives.”
I chuckle. “I do.”
A sudden creak has me glancing up, and I find Mallory climbing down the ladder in the nude. When her feet hit the ground, she turns and when her eyes meet mine, they are playful. I straighten in an instant when she slowly lowers to her knees and begins to crawl toward me.
“I’m afraid that I don’t have good news,” Donny says.
