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Chapter 17
He slides my tiny black thong down my legs while his eyes roam hungrily over me. “Damn, Allison. You’re so fucking beautiful I can’t think.”
“You don’t have to think.” I shove him and he sits on the sofa with a whump. I return to his lap, only now we’re both naked—an improvement—so when I settle over him, I experience the delicious slide of his hard-as-steel cock over my slippery folds.
It’s exquisite.
His lips pursed, he blows out a breath in a harsh whoosh that I hope means he’s as close to losing control as I am. I’d hate to experience that luxury alone.
“One sec.” Hand splayed over my back, he leans forward, bending me back until my hair brushes his legs. He snatches his jeans, pulls out a condom packet and holds it between his teeth while he settles us back onto the couch.
I pluck the packet from his absolutely addictive smile.
“Kiss me,” he instructs.
I have to obey. We make out some more, no clothes this time, which adds the satisfaction of his chest hair tickling my nipples. He lifts his hips during the torture session before I finally end the kiss so I can rip open the condom packet in my hand.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.” I shakily reach for him.
“Putting on a condom or the sex?”
I pause over the slick head of his penis to give him a wide-eyed stare. “Both.”
I roll the latex down, down, down, covering his impressive length while he exhales long and slow like the wait is killing him.
“Let’s talk about that later,” he huffs as he grips my waist and lifts me.
Or never,I think, positioning my center over him and impaling myself as he tugs me down.
He enters me in one drugging, slow, amazing thrust. Seated deep, I witness his shoulders jerk with a shudder before he captures my lips with his and starts to move his hips.
Knees digging into the sofa cushion on either side of him, I assist by lifting and dropping, the slide of our bodies matching the rhythmic hums we can’t seem to keep from uttering.
He loops his hands around the high heels of my shoes, using them like rudders that guide me forward and then back. The friction, the pressure are incredible.
He returns his tongue to my breast and then—I’m gone. I shatter, clenching around him in the most fantastic hug ever. He responds by muttering a harsh swearword followed by, “Allison.”
My name. My real one. Xavier only ever called me Nina.
That lump of emotion returns to my throat. Jackson knows me. He knew me before I became someone who pretended for a living. It means so much, now that the world has turned on Nina, to hear my name in his reverent, treasuring tone.
“Jackson.” I cup his cheeks. “Look at me.”
Long, thick lashes raise and he focuses on me. Then his face contorts, his hands moving to my hips to rock me faster, harder against him.
“Say my name again?”
Blue eyes locked on mine, he mutters, “Allison.”
I smile but quickly lose it as the sensations of my body take over. The only reasonable place for me to be is here. With him.
Jax comes, slamming me down once, twice, and that’s when I lose his eyes. He squeezes them shut, his teeth bared as he shudders out an orgasm that brings forth another from me.
Then I’m saying his name on a whimper, that lump of emotion coming to a head as a tear slides down my cheek.
I’m spent, collapsing over him, sweat coating my body despite the A/C cooling the room.
He holds me there and I feel his mouth on my neck again. He kisses my skin in between catching his breath. Hands on my face, his thumbs brush the twin wet trails on my cheeks.
