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Then he sank back into me, still hard. Seeking the warmth and safety of my body.
He wrapped his arms around me, and I banded mine around him. We breathed together, coming down from the high.
How the heck did we do these things? We worked together so perfectly. Everything we tried only made it better. A more perfect fit.
Reverently, Jackson kissed my temple, his heart still racing. “Fucking hell, little fox. What are ye doing to me?”
I wished I knew.
I had the same thoughts about what he was doing to me.
One other stood out in my mind, new, bold and insistent. What if I wanted more?
Chapter 29
Ariel
Dinner was a feast of the lasagne Jackson made and a salad I threw together. The cheese was burnt to crispy on top. The tomatoes were bursts of flavour.
“This is perfect,” I told him, finishing my last bite.
All of it. The meal. The evening. Him.
He shrugged, his gaze down, but a pleased smile spreading. “Raphael taught me.”
“What did I say about summoning my brother?”
His amused gaze lifted to me. “I’m not inside ye right now, so it doesn’t apply.”
His grin was infectious, and the thought of sex with him again utterly delectable. I leapt up to clear the dishes, happiness lightening my step.
As I worked, I shared the thoughts I’d had on contacting my mother.
“It’s a good idea. An unexplored path,” Jackson mused. “She might have insight into your father. I was thinking about Larson. We still don’t know what he wants and aren’t any closer to finding out. Something’s bugging me about it.”
“What’s that?”
“His acts aren’t volatile. He hasn’t done anything since he laid his trap. He got a clue from the video, came here on a hunt, found your car, and set the trackers. Maybe staked out Daisy’s place and tried to find ye there. That’s it. What felt like escalation calmed. How does that sound to ye?”
I considered it. “Controlled. Not the actions of a desperate man, despite what we first thought.”
“Exactly.”
I rinsed down the sink and dried my hands. “Maybe he isn’t obsessed with me.”
Jackson went quiet, lost in his thoughts.
Together, we left the bright kitchen and entered the living room, the lamps warding away the dark evening.
He stopped. “Obsession is still a danger, ye need to know that.” He breathed through his nose, energy coiling around him like he had something important to say. “I run that risk. I think all men do, but I’ve always tried to avoid it.”
My pulse skipped a beat. Did he mean with me? Because the thoughts that had sprung up in my bedroom weren’t quitting. They were getting stronger. “There’s one circumstance when it’s okay.”
That intensity grew. “What do ye mean?”
“When it’s shared.”
Something simmered in Jackson’s gaze. Good or bad, I couldn’t be sure.
