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Chapter Forty
Lena
Iwas single. I was single. I wasn’t married to Troy anymore. I kept repeating the words to myself while Jackson and I kissed, trying to accept the reality. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, and then my fingers found his chest and the soft hairs there, the firmness of his pecs. My fingers glided over the tattoo of the little guitar he had above his left pectoral muscle that I’d never been close enough to touch before. I skimmed them over to the side and traced the outline of the small fawn he had.
“Jackson. Why do you have a fawn tattooed on your chest?”
“Well, when I was a kid, I rescued a fawn from being caught up in a bunch of barbed wire in the woods. Her leg was cut and bleeding from some barbed wire. I took her home and nursed her back to health, but my dad made me let her go. I cried about it and never forgave my father for taking her back into the wild. I probably would have forgiven him had he stuck around longer, but I never got the chance. Shortly after that, he left my us and was then killed in an auto accident a few years later. It was a hard lesson to learn—that there are some things that you can’t keep no matter how much you want them. You have to let them go. So I got the tattoo to help me remember them both—the fawn and the lesson.” He smiled and then pressed his lips gently against mine.
“Jackson?” I spoke his name against his mouth.
“Yeah, baby, what is it?”
“Will you take me to get a tattoo tomorrow?”
He blinked. “Sure. Did you have something special in mind?”
“No, but I know I want one. Maybe something like a butterfly to start with, something that is free, and butterflies are free.”
“I think there is a movie about that or something.”
“Oh … well, maybe a bird, definitely something with wings.”
“You could get wings etched across your shoulder blades, and then you truly will be like an angel.” He laughed, and so did I. I’d seen photos of girls who’d done that. That wasn’t my style, though.
“I don’t think I’m quite ready for something that drastic.”
We started kissing again, and I forgot about being single, or married, or being free. I let my mind go and enjoyed the texture of his skin and the tight ripples of the muscles in his stomach. I walked my fingers up to his nipples and found them firm and suckable; his breath hitched against my mouth.
I stopped kissing him and pulled away only about an inch or two, not because I was scared, but because I wanted to look at his face. I needed to see his expression when I asked the next question.
“Jackson?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” he whispered, gazing into my eyes, searching for whatever it was I was about to ask.
“Will you make love to me?”
At first, he didn’t say anything, but brushed a few loose strands of hair from my eyes and stared into them. “I …” he stuttered, “I would love to make love to you. It is all I’ve thought about for the past two months.”
“Really?” That didn’t surprise me, but I didn’t want him to know I’d been thinking about him thinking about me that way.
“Yeah, but are you sure?”
“I’m very sure,” I said, nodding, and he kissed me, his hands gently coaxing my body down the bed until I was completely flat. He lay beside me, kissing my neck, moving down to my stomach. He raised the T-shirt, and his lips skimmed up my torso. He stopped suddenly and stared at me. “What’s wrong?” I asked, wondering if I smelled bad or something.
“Can I take off the T-shirt?”
I nodded, unable to form the approval on my lips. I sat up a bit, and he pulled it over my head. My arms instantly went up to cover my breasts. He smiled, gently pulling them away, and carefully laid me back down. His hands were warm on my skin, and the next thing I knew, the silk boxers were off too.
He pressed tender kisses all over my stomach, inching his way down to the soft mound of curls, and within seconds, he pleasured me in a way that Troy had never bothered with. I moaned, delighting in the unexpected attention. After several minutes of what I thought had to be heaven, he kissed his way back up my stomach, lingering right below my belly button. As he kissed me there, he slipped his shorts down and kicked them off somewhere into the sheets. I felt his hardness as his naked body covered mine. He kissed my shoulder, my neck, then kissed my lips, a tender but heated kiss, filled with an urgency that I couldn’t help return. I wanted to feel him inside me more than I’d ever wanted to feel another man before, but then he stopped kissing me and hopped out of bed. “Where are you going?”
“Just a minute.” I stared at his perfect bottom, the muscles in his back, and his slender hips as he opened the top drawer of his dresser and hurried back. Then, ripping open a condom, he put it on and slipped back in on top of me. I closed my eyes briefly but quickly opened them. I loved looking at Jackson. His green eyes sparkled with promise and trust. Yes, trust. He’d proven himself very trustworthy in the first thirty minutes of our first meeting that morning in his bar, and I’d grown to trust him more and more every day. His lips were warm, soft, gently pressing against me, his tongue skimmed against mine.
A shiver flitted and rolled inside my stomach, flowing up through my chest, and I grabbed onto Jackson’s back and pulled him closer to me so that we were now flesh to flesh.
My heart pulsed heavy against his as desire swept over my senses, and he took me with care and tenderness I didn’t realize any man was capable of. It wasn’t sex. It was love.
I’d never understood the difference before. I’d thought I’d loved, but this, this was so much deeper and stronger than anything I had felt before.
I’d always believed that the act of love-making had to be hard and quick in order for the man to experience that point of ecstasy. I’d never gotten to that level before. Troy had always finished before I’d had the chance. Or maybe no one turned me on the way I seemed to be this time, with Jackson.
