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Still, I had to force myself to back away.
Jackson wasn’t mine. He was helping me out in a number of ways, sure, but he’d laid his terms out already. I wasn’t looking at a boyfriend. That was fine. I didn’t want one. But if we could do more of this? Yes, please.
Upstairs in the kitchen, he poked through the fridge, checking out the limited supplies. Raphael had warned me I needed to arrange a food shop. I just hadn’t brought it to mind until now.
Jackson pulled out a broccoli and red pepper, finding chicken in the freezer.
“Sit,” he ordered.
I did, with my chin on my hands, content to watch him. The core of my body felt so well used, with a dull ache that made me think of sex every time I moved. My thighs and hips carried the feel of his fingertips.
“I’ve never done what we just did without a condom,” he said.
Yikes. I hadn’t thought of any of that beyond just my immediate need.
I raised a shoulder. “My brother had a series of medical tests ordered by Ben ahead of him joining the bodyguard service. Kind of assumed you did, too. Oh, and I’ve been on the pill forever so I’m covered.”
He snuck a look at me. “All my tests were clear. We just acted insane.”
I didn’t conceal my smile. “I know. But it was worth it.”
Jackson abandoned what he was doing and strode over. Dropped his lips to mine. “Good?”
“Amazing. Satisfying.”
“Mind-blowing. Life-changing.” He punctuated his words with kisses.
I laughed, and he released me, returning to the food. In thirty minutes, he’d cooked a healthy dinner. In ten more, we’d eaten it. I cleared up while he took my place, just watching on, though he kept offering to help.
“I see why my brother likes you,” I said. “You’re a useful houseguest.”
He groaned, palming his face. “Don’t mention your brother while I’m sitting here fantasising about ways of fucking ye again.”
I stalled in washing the plates, a little lost in the thought.
I’d wanted this—to use the time I had stuck indoors for exploring sex. This was far beyond where my thoughts had taken me.
My mind supplied another image. How scared I’d been hidden in Daisy’s wardrobe. I sent her a quick message to check on her, framing a question to Jackson at the same time.
He’d been terrified, too.
I knew from the small information I’d gathered that he’d been part of a desperate search for his sister. He had her name on his skin. This had to be all the more real for him.
I glanced over to find his gaze on me and his expression pensive.
“Did my tattoo weird ye out?”
I tilted my head. “How do you read my mind like that?”
“Like what?”
“Just then, and when we were…”
His lips curved. “Nice to know. Answer the question.”
“No, it didn’t freak me out. I felt bad because you’ve been running around after me. Must’ve sparked memories.”
Jackson rose from the seat and crossed the kitchen to stand behind me. He took hold of my damp braided hair and lightly tugged my head back. His lips landed on mine for a brief kiss.
