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This woman was starving for something, and he wanted to give it to her.
“That hardly seems fair. Maybe we should fix it.” Jackson closed the space between them with a bold step, guiding her back against the refrigerator, so close he could feel the hot exhale of her breath as she released it on a sigh.
“How…how would we do that?” Carly pressed her palms against his chest, sending a shot of hot energy all the way through him. He lowered his mouth to her upturned face, brushing his lips along her jaw and down to the soft skin of her neck.
“Do you want me to show you?” He pulled back to look at her, putting the slightest space between them even though his body screamed in protest. No matter how badly he wanted her, he wanted to give her space to decide whatshewanted, too. Carly stared up at him, her gaze dark and unwavering, as she whispered her reply.
“Yes.”
In one swift move, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, lifting up to meet his mouth with hers. Jackson responded with seamless ease, parting her soft lips as he kissed her, teasing her tongue with light, tentative strokes. Carly arched up into him, wordlessly demanding more, and it forced a groan from his chest.
“If you keep that up, your kitchen’s never going to be the same.” He cupped the back of her neck to expose the curve of golden skin leading down to her shoulder.
“I do my best work in the kitchen.” The rasp of her voice, thick with desire, and the suggestion that went with it made Jackson bite down to keep from ripping her clothes off right there against the appliances. He dug deep, steadying his breath with considerable effort.
“The bedroom might be better suited for what I’ve got in mind. You asked me to give you the whole experience, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
15
As she crossed the threshold of her darkened bedroom with her heart slamming against her breastbone like it was considering a jailbreak, Carly was absolutely certain of only one thing.
Propriety and progression could take a hike. She wanted Jackson Carter so bad she could taste it.
“Carly.” He stepped in and wrapped an arm around her ribcage, bending to capture her mouth with his. His tongue slid over hers, tempting her mouth open with enough suggestion that she wondered what else he could do with it.
“Oh, God,” Carly breathed, realizing belatedly that she’d let it slip out loud. Jackson trailed kisses to the rim of her ear, then the sensitive skin just behind it. She let out an involuntary moan, and he pulled back to let his mouth hover over the warm spot he’d just kissed, blowing on her damp skin with just enough pressure to make her pussy clench.
Jackson’s lips parted into a smile over her neck. “You’re not making it easy for me to take my time, you know.”
Carly’s cheeks flushed, but only some of the heat was from pleasure. “Sorry,” she breathed into his shoulder. Those sighs probablyhadbeen over the top, but he’d made her feel so good that they’d escaped without her permission. She pressed her lips together in a vow of silence.
He took a step back, and her body betrayed her by shivering at the loss of contact. Muted light from the kitchen filtered down the hallway, creating just enough illumination that she could make out Jackson’s stare. His blue eyes glittered over her face.
“No apologizing. I like it when you talk to me, remember?” He traced two fingers across her bare collarbone, the skin beneath them tightening in awareness and want. The callused edges of his fingers created just enough friction on her already aching body to draw a whimper from her throat, and he hooked a thumb beneath the strap of her tank top to slide it from her shoulder.
“Jackson.” Carly whispered his name with a throaty breath. Even in the low, barely-there light, she could see the intention in Jackson’s half-smile. Dropping his hands to hers, he led her through the golden shadows to her bed, sitting on the edge to face her. The gleam in his eyes became downright dirty as he opened his knees to make room for her body, wrapping his thick arms around her and trailing kisses along the soft cotton covering her belly while she stood weak-kneed in front of him.
“Keep talking.” He edged the hem of her tank top over her belly button, following the path of the material with his tongue, and Carly reached down to curl her fingers over the rise of the fabric.
“I want this off.” The words flew, uncensored, from her brain to her mouth, but Jackson didn’t give her any time to feel self-conscious about it. He wrapped his fingers around hers, guiding her shirt up.
Kissing the exposed skin of her belly, Jackson murmured, “Anything else?” The rub of fabric on her tight, aching nipples was nearly excruciating, and Carly gave a sharp exhale as he lifted her top all the way off her shoulders.
“This too.” Carly ran her fingers under her breasts to the front closure of her bra, and once again, Jackson’s hands met her halfway. He ran his hands over the thin, white satin, cupping her breasts with firm fingers and sending a hard thrill all the way through her. He slipped his thumbs over the hard peaks of her nipples, stroking her in slow sweeps, and Carly gripped his shoulders in approval.
She arched into his touch, and he opened the clasp between her breasts with a swift twist. Letting the fabric fall away, he ran his hands up her rib cage, sliding one palm beneath her breast and his opposite arm around her back to hold her steady. He rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, testing out different pressures before replacing his fingers with his mouth. A sound broke from the back of her throat, some kind of a moan that she had no hope on controlling, but she didn’t care. Every firm sweep, every gentle touch that followed, made her clit throb harder, until Carly was certain she wasn’t going to be able to trust her legs to hold her up.
As if he could read her mind, Jackson cradled his palms around her back, teasing the hollow of her shoulder blades as she arched into the warmth of his mouth. Hooking a leg around her body and using his hands for leverage, Jackson swung her to the bed, facing her side to side for a surprisingly tender kiss.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured, breaking from her mouth to return his focus to her breasts, flicking his tongue over one nipple while she moaned in encouragement.
“I think you’ve got that backwards.” Carly laced her fingers around the back of his head to hold him steady. Oh, God, if he didn’t stop,shewasn’t going to stop, and that meant…
She was on the cusp of the first orgasm in years she hadn’t had to work for.
Jackson lifted his head, a grin hooking the corners of his mouth. “Backwards can be fun, too.” He ran a fingertip around her navel before placing a kiss at the top of her breast. “Just tell me what you want, Carly.”
Something raw and needful sprang all the way through her, and she scooped her hands beneath his arms to pull his mouth back to hers.
