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“Not just the biceps.” Jackson grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and ripped it over his head, exposing a complete set of abs and pectorals that made Isabel a little light-headed.
“Wow.” She stared at him for a solid ten seconds, gliding her fingers over every hard ridge. “Forget Doctor Henley,” she said. “I’m calling you Doctor Hunky from now on.”
“Well, my current project involves getting you to orgasm.” He flipped her to her back, unhooking her bra in the process, and climbed on top of her. The muscles in his arms bulged as he supported himself over her and Isabel had to touch them.
“I think this project is about to be a total success, Doctor Hunky.” She hooked her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss that turned up the heat to insane levels.
With his lips still fused to hers, Jackson unbuttoned and unzipped her denim shorts and slid his hand in to cup her left ass cheek. His palm was rough but warm, and as he kneaded her flesh and ground against her hips with his own, Isabel’s desire soared.
She wiggled her hands between them, not breaking the kiss, and unbuttoned and unzipped his cargo shorts. His erection was rock solid behind the cotton of his boxer briefs and she needed to see him.
Had to.
Pushing on his shoulders a little, Isabel managed to crunch her way up to sitting. She turned Jackson to his back and peeled away the sides of his open shorts. Grabbing the waistband of both the shorts and his underwear, she slowly pulled them down and gasped at the sight of his arousal. To know that length was hard and ready because of her made Isabel feel powerful and sexy and so full of need.
“If we don’t get you the rest of the way naked,” Jackson said, his voice strained, “I might die.”
“Well, we can’t have that.” Isabel stood for a minute and let her loosened shorts slide down her legs. She grabbed the sides of her panties and wiggled out of those, loving how Jackson’s pupils were huge and black and laser-focused on only her.
He reached out his hands. “Get over here.”
She didn’t need the directions repeated. Slithering back over him, she pressed her lips to his stomach and blazed a trail up to his chest and neck then captured his mouth, inhaling the masculine, outdoorsy, summer scent of him. She closed her fingers around his erection and he let out a deep rumble that vibrated through her chest as well because she was lying on top of him.
“Oh, I like that noise,” she said.
He grunted and wrapped his arms around her. Rolling them, he positioned her on her back again and one of his big palms covered her breast then slid down her side and rested on the curve of her hip.
“I missed you, Whisabel,” he whispered. “I’ve missed you since I last saw you.”
Her throat was too tight to respond, but she nodded and caught his lips in another kiss, hoping he could read her longing. She’d missed him too. More than she’d ever let herself admit while she was without him. More than she could admit if she’d wanted to live her life.
Only she hadn’t been living her life. Not really. A part of her had been holding back. The part that belonged to Jackson.
He lowered to take her breast into his mouth, his tongue swirling around her nipple and pebbling it instantly. He gave the same attention to the other breast and by the time his fingers dipped into her folds, she was ready for him.
So damn ready.
He made that growling noise again as she stroked the velvety soft skin on his length. God, she wanted that inside her. Needed it inside her.
As if reading her mind, Jackson reached into the bedside table and produced a box of condoms. “I want you to know I don’t have these because this is a Sex Cottage or anything.” He gave her a crooked smile that dimpled his right cheek. “Christian and Nicole gave me a Welcome Back to Maplehaven basket when I got here. While Nicole’s contributions were snack foods and kitchen supplies, Christian’s were beer and condoms.”
“Sounds as if they covered the important bases.” Isabel opened the box and shook a single packet out. Holding it up, she said, “Nothing says we can’t make this a Sex Cottage, by the way.”
Smiling, Jackson swiped the packet from her, tore it open, and rolled the condom onto his length. “I think we’ll have to have a lot of sex to reach that designation.”
“I’m in.” Isabel loved how Jackson closed his eyes, appearing to revel in her agreement.
With several kisses pressed to her jaw, he sucked her earlobe into his mouth then slowly pushed into her. She accepted every fantastic inch of him, her body stretching to fit him and remembering what it was like to be this close to him. Remembering and absolutely loving it. They hit their rhythm quickly, their bodies accepting each other as pieces that paired together perfectly. Jackson pumped in and out of her as her hips thrust forward, wanting to get him deeper, desperate to reclaim him as hers.
Isabel hadn’t come back to Maplehaven for this. Hadn’t thought it was a possibility. But now that she had Jackson in her arms, in her body, she couldn’t deny he’d always been in her heart. Being with him like this shed light on those dark places inside her that had been locked down since the day she’d walked away from him. She’d been without him all this time, but she’d forgotten nothing about him, least of all how he made her body sing with pleasure.
After a steady climb, her orgasm hit like dynamite in her core. She exploded around him and he followed her on the ride. Every muscle in their bodies tightened then they both collapsed, chests heaving and skin dotted with sweat.
“Oh my God...” Isabel sighed, her arm resting over her eyes as she caught her breath. “Doctor Hunky in the house.”
“In the Sex Cottage,” Jackson corrected, turning to press several kisses to her cheek, neck, and shoulder.
She shifted to her side to look at him, her fingers raking through his hair. “We’re still good at sex.”
