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“I didn’t have a response.” He shrugs.
“You didn’t have a response to a video of us kissing?”
He sighs. Looks away.
“Jackson.” I reach into his trimmed hair, and while I can’t grab onto it, pacify myself with stroking the clipped strands. “What?”
“I was pissed.”
“Why?” I ask, stunned.
“Because you thanked me.” He said that like I robbed him.
“I appreciated your helping me out. I didn’t think saying thank you would bother you.”
He tips his head back, sucks in a breath, and then burns me with a glare.
“I didn’t kiss you to do a favor, Allison. I kissed you because you told me to. You leaned in with heat in your gorgeous dark eyes and I fell into you like…I don’t know. Like I forgot the shit that happened between now and a decade ago.”
It’s unlike him to be so transparent. I don’t dare interrupt him.
He licks his lips and finishes with, “And it was an act.”
“For you?” I manage hoarsely.
“For you,” he corrects. “You clocked the lady with the phone and wanted to give her a show.”
“Yes, but…” I shake my head, unsure how much I should share. There isn’t anywhere for me to hide, though, and Jackson knows it.
“But?” His hand leaves my waist to tuck a knuckle under my chin.
“But that doesn’t mean the kiss was an act. I was lost, Jax.” He stops swaying to our silent dance tune. “You were the one who left our picnic. You were the one who turned me down when I asked you out later.”
“You were lost,” he repeats flatly. “Not acting?”
“No! Jax.” I let out an exasperated laugh, not the least bit amused. “I thought you were the one who didn’t feel anything. I thought we ended that day and then you went out with Kim again”—I practically hiss after I say her name—“or someone.”
“What?” He laughs, the sound amused and exasperated. “You think I left the park, dropped you off, and then went on a date?”
“Not that night, but I didn’t hear from you for days.”
“So obviously I was fucking someone else.”
“I didn’t say that!”
“You thought it.” Hands on my upper arms, he moves me off his feet so I’m on the floor once again. “Which is insane, Mini, do you know why?”
“No, I don’t know why.” I put my hands on him to shove him away but his palms hold tight to my arms. “Why don’t you enlighten me and tell me why?”
“Because,” he growls, walking me back a few steps until my butt bumps the wall. “The only woman I want to fuck is you. Repeatedly. So bad I can’t remember why it’s a bad idea anymore.”
He’s poised over me like a predator but I am far from prey. I’m a willing equal. I can’t deny that this deep, dark want is exactly what’s been burning between us since the moment I saw him standing in this house.
Clutching his neck, my palms brushing his soft facial hair, I tug him until his lips cover mine. He anchors himself to the wall, one hand flat, arm up, and fits every delicious inch of his incredible body against mine. Our tongues tangle and lash, kisses going from hard and fast to soft, slow, intentional. He cups my jaw, bent over me as I lift his shirt and tuck my hand into the waistband of his jeans. Low, lower, until I graze the tip of his cock nudging relentlessly against the seam of his briefs like it’s trying to escape.
“Mini.” His gruff voice makes my name sound more like a demand. He lifts me off the floor and I hook my legs around his waist, nose to nose with him before I kiss him again. Wildly.
And damn, is he delicious.
