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“As long as you have s’mores, I’m in.” Jackson smiles and squeezes my hand. “Let’s go before we get stuck in a line a mile long.”
Similar to our arrival, we hear the hoots and hollers ring out in every direction from people wishing each other a happy Fourth, no doubt headed to after-parties. Jackson honks and hollers right back at them. I enjoy seeing him in this environment. He is so happy and full of life, smiling ear to ear.
It doesn’t take us long to make it back to the cabin. Jackson pulls out a pair of gray sweatpants and a hooded UNH sweatshirt from his back seat. “I’m always prepared,” he says with a sexy wink.
We walk to the house, and there’s a chill in the air. A quarter moon hangs high in the sky, not a cloud to be seen. Stars blaze in every direction. It is completely serene and beautiful.
Jackson follows me up the stairs, and I’m slightly self-conscious because he’s walking a few steps behind, and my shorts are riding higher on my thighs. When we get inside, he asks me to show him where the bathroom is so he can change. While he runs upstairs, I throw on a pair of navy blue sweats and a white, cropped sweatshirt over my hot pink ensemble.
“The firepit is off the side porch. I’ll grab the s’mores stuff and a few blankets and meet you out there,” I yell. I hear nothing and figure he’s still upstairs. I head out the screen door with a stack of blankets and an armload of graham crackers, more chocolate than the two of us can eat, and a bag of marshmallows.
I instantly understand why the house was silent. Jackson kneels by the firepit, arranging the kindling and logs around a growing blaze. I stand back and watch the fire light his face and the sparks rise into the air.
“You’re quick!”
“I don’t mess around. If there is one thing I have a talent for, it’s fire.”
You’re telling me,I almost blurt.I’ve fanned more flames inside my body since meeting him than throughout all my other relationships.
“I appreciate you getting it going. You obviously located the wood you so expertly stacked.”
We settle into the wooden Adirondack chairs that have been in the yard for longer than I can remember. Thankfully, I washed them during one of my cleaning-spree days.
We sit in silence for a few minutes and listen to the pop and crackle of the fire. While I appreciate the warmth of the flames, I desire the heat from Jackson’s body.
“What do you know about the stars?” Jackson’s face tilts to the sky.
“Honestly, not much. I can recite the names of a few constellations, the different birth signs, but I can’t look up there and point them out. Can you?”
“Not exactly, but I’m good at spotting the North Star, Little Dipper, Big Dipper, and Orion on a clear night. There are so many constellations that can be seen with the naked eye.”
“Very impressive.”
He looks at me and then back to the sky and points toward the left. “Right there, find that bright star. Follow it to the right and then south. You can kind of see how it forms into a miniature spoon. See it?”
Squinting and roaming the sky, I try but as much as I want to pretend that I can see it, I can’t. “My father has tried to point these things out to me for years. There are very few times I can honestly say I’ve connected the stars to see the constellations. I appreciate you trying, though.”
“Come here.” He stands, reaches for my hand, and pulls me to my feet. “Let me see the five hundred blankets you brought out.” Laughing, he takes several from the back of my chair, and I watch as he spreads them neatly on the ground. He meticulously lays them out a few feet from the fire to equate to the size of a queen bed. He takes the rest and bunches them up into makeshift pillows. “I’m not giving up. Let’s try this again.”
He gestures for me to join him. As I lie on top of the fuzzy stack, Jackson pulls a few blankets up and over our bodies to keep the chill out. He rolls another and puts it under his neck. “Come lie your head on me.” He loops his left arm under my neck. He certainly doesn’t need to ask twice; I wiggle to my right side so I can snuggle against him. He pulls me in tighter as I rest my head on his chest. “OK, let’s try this again. Look right over there.” He points to the left as he did before.
I’d say I’m concentrating, but I’d be lying. I want him naked and on top of me. Instead, I nod and move my left hand to his chest and wrap my left foot up and around his leg. I must have caught his attention because he stops talking and pointing. It’s not that I don’t want to see the stars, but there is just so much more I want to see of him. I’ve never been so turned on by a man. Lying by the fire with his body against mine is almost more than I can handle.
As if reading my mind, he turns his head and stares with intensity. For a few moments, there are no words, no movements, just stillness and the sound of the crackling fire and the breaths between us. At this very moment, I’m convinced I can’t give up on love. I’m going to split at the seams between my longing and the sexual tension I’m sensing from Jackson. It’s worth walking through fire for.
I’ve experienced what it’s like to be in love and have him leave you without giving it a second thought, and maybe, just maybe if I hadn’t been pulled through the wringer, I wouldn’t be here now. This moment is meant to be.
Jackson leans in and kisses me passionately. Keeping the blankets around us, he rolls me to my back without breaking the fervor of his kiss. I pull his face closer and he slides his body over mine. He is against me, rock hard and ready. He trails kisses along my neck and whispers, “I want to kiss every square inch of you.” I wrestle him onto his back and pull my sweatshirt off, signaling I am primed and ready. Thankful for my choice of clothing underneath, I again lie down and guide him back to me.
He kneels on either side of my hips and caresses my breasts, running his tongue along the curve of my neck. My back arches in pleasure. Jackson lifts up and pulls off his sweatshirt and T-shirt to reveal his sculpted, solid body, and begins exploring my stomach. His hands are everywhere—my breasts, my back, my waistline. The steam from his mouth pours onto me, and the coolness from the air meeting the moisture his kisses leave behind is magic.
He follows his trail back until his face meets mine, his body tightly pressed against me, his hardness evident between our layers of clothing. He adjusts and presses into me, sending me reeling. I’m starting to think I haven’t experienced true ecstasy with any man in my past. I am putty in his hands. His kisses continue as deeply and passionately as the first while he thrusts against me.
My words float into the night air. “I want you.”
He hears me, and he responds. His tongue licks my body until he reaches my waistline. Once there, he kneels and grabs hold of my sweatpants, pulls them to my feet, stands, and tosses them into the yard. Without the blanket or his body, I lie there visible by the firelight, on display for him. He takes me in hungrily.
He settles between my legs, frees my thong with his teeth, tosses it in the grass, and covers his back with the blanket to keep me warm. The combination of the fire he ignites in me and the one we are lying beside forces me to throw the blankets aside. I reach behind my back and release the bra clasp, letting myself loose into the night air. Jackson smiles at the sight of me, taking in the view, obviously liking what he sees.
