He pushed into her, filling her up entirely. She felt like splitting, and she bit her lip from the momentary pain. Jackson looked into her eyes, surprised.
“You’re not…” he began, but stopped. Hadley could tell that he looked conflicted. But why?
“Keep going,” she told him, sneaking her legs over his body and pulling him closer. The belt around her wrists was beginning to get in the way.
But instead of continuing, Jackson reached up and loosened the belt, freeing her wrists. He then pressed his lips on her wrists, and she realized they were sore and red from how tightly he bound them. The kiss was cool, and somehow more erotic than everything he had done so far.
Jackson’s kisses trailed down her arm, resting in the crook of her elbow and began sucking on the skin. There was some part of him that was desperately hungry for her, Hadley realized.
She didn’t know what happened, but something had changed.
Jackson began to divest himself of his clothing, piece by piece, and wrapping himself around Hadley to pull her into a tender embrace. His lips made their way up to her shoulder, then into curve of her neck and settling at her throat. He bit into the skin, but not roughly, and when he finally was free from all his clothes he pushed himself into her even deeper, and then out, building the momentum Hadley had so desperately craved.
She wrapped her arms around him, letting herself believe for this moment they were something more than they really were. She wondered what he would think when she left the next morning. She wanted to believe he would try to find her, but she knew she could never let them happen.
“Hadley,” he breathed into her neck, joining her own moans of his name on her lips.
Jackson lifted her knees and put them over his shoulders, allowing him to push himself deeper into her as his pacing became frantic and rough. Uncontrolled. Whatever control either of them had was lost.
Hadley felt every part of her being curl and unfurl like a spring. She felt as if she were about to shatter into little pieces. When had her fantasy become a reality? She wondered if she was dreaming. Her fingers dug into the skin of his back, her nails leaving marks.
She felt that she had changed; not physically, but that some part of her life would never be the same.
Jackson’s orgasmed, and they both collapsed. He breathed heavily on top of Hadley, and then rolled over onto the bed, laying on his back. Hadley took a moment to catch her breath.
“I can’t believe that happened,” she said, meaning to only think it. She felt Jackson reach for her hand and he squeezed it. It was so sweet, and so unlike what she expected, that Hadley was brought out of the moment.
She remembered what had happened, who she was before, and who she would be tomorrow morning. She moved to get up and go to the bathroom, but Jackson’s hold on her hand kept her in place.
Hadley was suddenly very conscious of their afterglow, and that she had left a small pink stain on the sheets. She covered it with her thigh.
“I already know,” Jackson said, speaking into her neck. “It was kind of obvious.”
Hadley covered her face, but Jackson smiled and pressed his lips on her forehead. She sighed and settled into him, even as she heard her phone going off beside them. She found herself drifting off to sleep.
Tomorrow was tomorrow. She wanted to have at least this one night.
Be Ready for the next installment in the Criminal Love Series!
What happens the morning after between Hadley and Jackson? What if she didn’t imagine his suspicions? Will Hadley leave her criminal life behind? Find out next time! Stay in the know, and follow the author’s blog at www.moniquehodge.com to learn of the newest releases in the Criminal Love series and other books!
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About the Author
Monique Hodge is a not so quiet dreamer who writes new adult romance. Her default thought is an exclamation point. A lot of exclamation points!!! She lives in West Virginia with her family, and when she isn’t writing she is reading too many books or watching an unreasonable amount of Korean dramas.
To read Monique’s blog and learn about the latest news on her books, visit her online at www.moniquehodge.com.
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