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A force much greater than I had the power to fight—not that I would have—made me walk over to the sofa and pick up that guitar. I sat with it, and within a few minutes, we were deep into that song Jackson taught me the other night. He’d said he’d written it, but he’d yet to sing the lyrics aloud, and I knew he had some because I’d seen him with this notebook jotting down words as he’d played it. I wondered what it was about.
“When are you going to let me hear the words to this?” I hoped I wasn’t being too forward or prying. After all, I knew from experience that song lyrics could be very personal sometimes, and the way he always hid them from Brodie and me, I figured these must be pretty private.
“Oh. They aren’t quite ready yet.”
“I can’t wait to hear them because I love the tune.” His lips curved up on one side, and I got the impression that he was proud of the ones he’d written so far. I didn’t press him about it any further. We played for about an hour, shooting ideas back and forth, and he seemed to like everything I suggested. I’d been nursing the same glass of wine I’d had at dinner and finally took the last sip. I didn’t drink much; I never wanted to after witnessing Troy make a big fool of himself so many times or how nasty he became whenever we were alone. But right now, at this moment, I wanted another glass of wine, mainly because I didn’t want the night to end. I was having such a great time. I stood. “I’ll get some more wine. Would you like another glass?”
“Sure.”
I headed to the kitchen and Jackson followed me in there. I reached out for the bottle, and his hand came over mine. “Allow me.” He smiled, and I pulled my hand away. He stood close and poured the wine. He held my glass up for me to take, but when I reached for it, he took my hand into his free one and placed the glass back on the counter. He stood facing me, and our gazes locked.
“The lyrics are about you, Lena,” he confessed, and I watched his mouth as the tip of his tongue moistened his lips before he leaned his head down. Then those beautiful lips were on mine, soft, tender at first, then his tongue glided over my lips, breaking the seal. My pulse throbbed and quickened as his tongue swirled around mine. Taking, controlling, and … and I wanted this, needed his touch. I went limp in his embrace, and the heat rose under my skin. My body vibrated against his strong, powerful one. Was this really happening? I was determined to squash the bad memories of Troy, and I wanted to feel alive again. I wanted to know what it felt like to be with a man who treated me with kindness.
I reached up and ran my fingers through his thick hair while his hand slipped under my shirt, his fingers grazing my side below my rib cage. But as much as I tried to force Troy’s wicked face from my mind, it was no use. Would I always have his hateful glare in my thoughts every time I tried to be with another man? Maybe it was better for Jackson’s sake that I did.
Brodie’s words rang loud and clear in my head, and I once again shoved my hand against Jackson’s chest, putting several inches between us.
