“What the—?” She looked up. The red glow in his eyes had returned and his teeth looked big and white. Her chest rose and fell in harsh breath. She couldn’t move, trapped by his stare and the weight of his body caging her.
“Listen to me, Dani. I will never lie to you.”
All oxygen disappeared from her body and her stomach dropped. For a moment, she considered that she should be afraid. She wasn’t imagining the red light in his eyes. And there was no denying the power that radiated from inside him.
But there was no fear. Desire yes. Even without looking she knew her nipples were tight and straining. Her pussy clenched and the muscles in her body tensed, wanting to move, to press against him.
His nostrils flared as if he could smell her pussy juices. She blinked, trying remember what had brought them here.
Right.
He would never lie to her. Her logic tried to scoff at the statement but instinct silenced the mockery.
“Do you believe me?” There was an edge to his voice that warned this wasn’t a negotiable point.
“Yes,” she answered with complete honesty. Since she’d caught her first boyfriend holding hands with her best friend, she’d never allowed herself to fully trust a man. Something about Jackson made her want to try.
Jackson nodded, the red contracting in his eyes to mere pinpricks. Not quite disappearing but moving to the background.
Dani dropped her gaze, knowing she’d kind of killed the mood. Not quite used to a guy who actually listened to her, even during sex. So maybe it was her job to entice Jackson. Despite the up and down tension of the last five minutes, her body still hummed, still reacted to Jackson’s in a way she’d never experienced before.
And she needed to see where it went.
She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward and up as she reached behind her to the skirt zipper.
She’d learned through the course of the evening that Jackson didn’t spend all his time staring at her tits but even he couldn’t resist when she so blatantly presented them.
His stare fell and she felt the red flare in his eyes even if she couldn’t see. She squirmed a bit, probably a bit more than necessary, knowing it made her breasts shimmy just enough. Her fingers found the tab for the zipper and pulled it down.
Unlike her top, the skirt didn’t fall. It clung to her hips. Which actually worked out well, Dani decided. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and wiggled, working the tight material down, over her ass. She leaned forward, just a little, just enough to brush her nipples against the white material of his shirt as she pushed the skirt down, holding onto it until it reached her knees. Then she let go, straightening.
She left the silk panties on. They made her ass look great and leaving a little hidden was always a temptation.
She raised her eyes but Jackson wasn’t looking at her face. His eyes tracked down her body. Knowing that he watched, loving that he watched, she lifted her left foot and stepped out of the skirt, planting her high heel inches away, just enough to tease him with the idea of spreading her legs.
The change in his body was so subtle she almost missed it. His chest rose in a longer breath and the muscles in his arms tightened.
His gaze made a long trek up her body, fevered caresses across her skin until he met her bold stare. Hunger flickered in his dark gaze igniting a new kind of fire in her chest—that she could seduce a man like him—but even as she watched, laughter shone in Jackson’s eyes. Ooh, Jackson liked to play.
“You dropped your skirt,” he said, his voice casual, as if she’d left her purse on the store counter.
She could play that game. She shrugged, the movement slow and again gave a little sway to her breasts.
“I was hot.”
His lips bent upward. “I can see that.” He stretched one finger out, traced it down the center of her chest, a curvy path down around her bellybutton and then skimming off to her hip. She shifted, her body reacting to the surface touch, wanting more.
Jackson tapped the thin strap of her panties, resting low on her hip.
“You left these on. Does that mean you’re still feeling a chill here?”
The pads of his fingers traced her skin, following the waistband across her stomach.
“Maybe.”
There was that smile again.
“Maybe I should check. Warm you up a bit.”
The possibility that she could be any hotter made her voice disappear and she nodded. She didn’t think it was likely but dang she wasn’t about to say no.
The red returned to his eyes, flaring before fading away. Jackson stepped back and did a long slow scan down her body.
She sucked in her stomach and struggled not to squirm. Men stared at her body all the time. Night after night they looked at her skin, her bare breasts, but that was with the distance of the stage.
“So beautiful.” The compliment slipped out low and soft, moving like fire across her skin. Every word from the man’s mouth made her heart pound. She didn’t understand it.
He came closer, hooking his thumbs in the sides of her panties and inched them down. Her legs were spread making the material cut into her skin. She straightened and tried to bring her thighs together.
A quick tap of his palm against her bare ass made her freeze.
“Don’t, baby. I like those pretty legs spread.”
She gasped, the sting of his hand shocking her into silence. He does have a touch of the dominant in him. The center of her stomach dropped away as she imagined him standing over her, spanking her. She liked to play that way but she wasn’t going to make it easy for him.
“I don’t want them to rip.” She didn’t buy cheap lingerie.
“I’ll buy you more.”
Before he could stop her, she wiggled and nudged the panties down. They dropped to the ground, landing on her shoes. She lifted one foot out and bent the other knee, carrying the fuchsia silk material up to her waiting hand. She slapped them into Jackson’s open palm. The scent of her pussy wafted through the air, released from the panel in her underwear. She might have cringed if it weren’t for the hungry look on Jackson’s face.
He raised the panties, tipping his head to the side in question.
“So you’ll know what size to buy.” She smiled, unable to remember the last time sex had been fun. She pursed her lips and lifted her chin, daring him to make a smart comeback.
He rubbed the silk between his fingers, as if transferring the scent to his skin.
He opened his fist and let pink silk tumble to the ground.
Dani felt her mouth drop open. Jackson smiled.
“Don’t need ‘em.” He winked. “I have the red pair from last night.”
Her gasp came out like a squeal. He’d kept them? Her mouth dropped open.
“They touched your pretty cunt, baby. I’m not letting them go.”
The laughter between them disappeared and a heavy sexual atmosphere settled on the room.
Red sparked in his eyes. His eyes were glowing. She blinked, expecting the vision to disappear with a shift in the light but the wicked fire remained. Dangerous shivers ripped across her skin. The roller coaster of tension ran to the top of the tracks again and Dani couldn’t catch her breath. He sank down to one knee, his face inches from her stomach, his breath another delicious caress to her skin.
“Those pink panties, such a delicate decoration for your pussy,” he said. He focused that intense stare on her sex, reaching up and letting his fingers trace the smooth skin of her pussy. She waxed religiously, leaving her smooth, sleek. She did it for work but it was sensual to have a man appreciate the effort. “It’s so beautiful on its own. It doesn’t need any adornment.”
He leaned forward and placed a single kiss at the top of her slit, holding his lips there as he flicked his tongue out and dipped into the wet space between her pussy lips. The subtle touch shimmered through her core. He hummed his approval and Dani gripped the table, fighting to keep her legs steady. He pushed his t
ongue into her slit again, rubbing against her clit with the shallow penetration.
Sensation overwhelmed her. She dropped her head back, pressing against the wall behind her, and closed her eyes, her awareness arrowing down to the slow slide of his tongue. He dipped deeper, murmuring words she could almost understand as he eased the hard tip of his tongue into her passage. Pushing in and pulling back. The slight penetration jolted her system but it wasn’t enough.
Jackson moaned, the sound vibrating through her cunt sending shivers deep into her core.
She rolled her hips forward to meet his shallow thrusts, wanting him deeper, harder, longer.
Oh please…I need…fuck me.
The sounds swirled through her head but making them form words was beyond her.
“Jackson.” His name seemed to communicate every need coursing through her body. He lifted her left leg and draped it over his shoulder, opening her, giving him access. He sank his tongue long into her pussy, tongue fucking her. Her hips canted forward, pushing against every thrust.
She loved to have a man go down on her, loved the subtle play of tongue against clit and wet flesh.
It was so good.
But tonight it was not enough. She needed to be fucked.
“Jackson!”
His head snapped back and she saw the red in his eyes. A growl erupted from somewhere deep inside him. A distant corner of her brain tried to point out that wasn’t a normal human sound but her need shouted it down, absorbing the noise into her body, letting its hunger reflect inside her.
Her pussy juices glistened around his lips. She ran her tongue along the inside of her lip, wanting to taste the two of them together.
He stood up, the movement abrupt and sharp, pressing her into the wall. He cocked his head to the side and claimed her mouth. The warm flavor of her pussy tingled on her tongue and combined with the wild taste of Jackson. Like fresh berries, washed by the rain, straight from the vine.
“Your pretty cunt tastes as good as it looks,” he whispered against her lips. His hands moved across her skin, hot and smooth. “Makes me want more.”
“Yes.”
“Later.”
“Fuck, yes.”
She felt him smile.
“Baby, I’m going to spend hours with my face buried between your legs.” He kissed along her jaw. She leaned into the caress, wanting more. “I need to be inside you.” The sharp bite to her earlobe was too much.
“Yes!” The moan was soft, spoken against his neck. She licked his skin, the salty flavor clinging to her tongue. The ache built in her sex. She scraped her teeth across his shoulder, biting down.
A dangerous growl filled the room.
He pulled back mere inches and spun her, turning her to face the wall, placing her hands high against the dry wall. She spread her fingers apart, supporting her weight as he adjusted her hips. She glanced over her shoulder. Jackson worked fast, pulling a condom from his pocket and sliding it on, grabbing her hips to hold her in place as he aligned his erection to her pussy.
She braced herself against the wall, prepared, trying not to tense as he pushed the tip of his cock into her. Heat invaded her pussy, the long slow penetration stretching her, the thick cock almost too much—but the slight pain was delicious. She forced her lungs to breathe and tried to relax, wanting him inside her. She leaned her forehead against the wall, needing the solid surface beneath her as his cock filled her pussy.
“Sh, sh. It’s okay, baby.”
She bit her lip, not realizing those whimpers belonged to her. The steady, hard press of heat into her pussy made her crave more. Her body no longer under her control, she pushed her hips back, sinking Jackson’s cock a little deeper. Hours of teasing had left her slick and she needed him, her pussy both accepting and fighting the heavy entrance.
His fingers gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pressed forward. She took a deep breath and her pussy relaxed around him, letting him fill her until his hips settled against her ass.
“That’s it.” She nodded, silently accepting his penetration, his ownership of her pussy. He didn’t move. Just held himself inside her. Dani closed her eyes and breathed, letting her body adapt to the feel of him inside her. It wasn’t that he was bigger than her previous lovers, just that he was there, solid, hard. Not just his cock but the presence that surrounded him, that innate honesty, no matter how hard the fucking became.
Her heart fluttered, recognizing this as so much more than sex. So much more than one night of fucking.
The urge to feel him, to touch him sent her arm back, grabbing behind her head to pull him close. Jackson moved in, turning and kissing the inside of her wrist, his lips and tongue lingering on the soft skin.
“I’m here, baby. Inside you.”
“Yes.”
He turned his head and pressed kisses on her neck. “Fuck, Dani, I need to move.” His teeth scraped along the curve of neck and shoulder, the delicate pain sending delightful zings into her pussy. “Can I have you, baby?”
She nodded. Individual nerves vibrated with need. “Please.”
“Damn, baby, you are so sweet.” He pulled back, easing his cock from inside her. She braced her hands against the wall, knowing he wasn’t finished with her. He retreated until just the head of his cock rested inside her. A breathless pause sapped the air from the room and he pushed forward, driving deep into her pussy.
His hands covered her breasts, holding her in place, a brief hard squeeze as he fucked her deep and hard. She curled her fingers, almost wishing for claws to grab the wall as she held on, her body absorbing every stroke as he drove his cock into her. She shoved her ass back, loving the hard solid thrusts, wanting him deeper, faster.
“Not yet, baby. I want to feel you.”
Her body was on the edge, so close. “Please, Jackson.” The words were more groan than spoken sounds.
He pulled back, his cock almost leaving her, holding her weightless for one moment before driving back into her pussy. She cried out and moved against the heavy thrust, her pussy clenching around his cock trying to hold him inside her. He groaned and his hips slammed into her ass, pounding his cock into her. The iron control seemed to be wavering.
She moaned, making the sound deep and husky, wanting him to move beyond thinking. “Yes, harder. Fuck me. Harder.”
Her words seemed to enflame him, giving her what wanted. Faster and deeper he fucked her until words were gone from her head. Sounds reverberated through the room—masculine groans and feminine cries. She pushed against the wall, bracing herself, taking everything thing he had. He opened his mouth and bit down on her shoulder, the sharp points almost painful. A shiver raced into her cunt, like a tongue twirling around her clit.
He reached down, sliding his hand between her legs, cupping her pussy, pressing his fingers against her clit. He rubbed slow sweeping circles countering the pounding of his cock inside her.
Breath caught in her throat. She was close, could feel the climax rising inside her.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let me feel it.” His harsh breath washed against her back as he stroked one finger between her pussy lips, sliding by her clit. Luscious little sparkles zipped from her clit and spread through her pussy. She might have cried out but her mind was beyond processing individual senses.
He growled, the sound vibrating her hair as he grabbed her hips and pounded into her, hard fast thrusts that drew out her climax. His fingernails bit into her hips but her body translated the touch into pleasure and a second delicate orgasm zipped through her pussy. He tensed behind her and pushed into her one last time, groaning as he leaned forward, pressing his chest to her back, leaning against the wall as he caught his breath.
“Damn,” he whispered, his tone amazed and mirroring the sentiment in her own mind.
Chapter Five
She turned her head, pressing her cheek against the wall. It was cool, soothing her hot skin.
Jackson placed a kiss on her shoulder and eased his hips ba
ck, pulling his cock from inside her body. She moaned at the loss, feeling strangely empty. She felt him moving behind her, knew he was cleaning up. The practicalities of sex that sometimes just blew the mood. Max had always been religious about using condoms, safer sex practices. Dani was thankful that Jackson had thought of it because she’d been a little too concerned with actually fucking him to think.
Chilled air swirled about the room, cooling her heated body as he walked away, heading toward the downstairs bathroom.
Naked except for the black strappy high-heeled shoes she wore, she turned around and waited. She’d known the man just over twenty-four hours and they’d had sex—but still—her body hummed with the aftereffects of her orgasm, and the feel of Jackson’s body pumping inside hers.
The light to the bathroom flicked off and he strolled out, his clothes adjusted, leaving her feeling very naked. The white shirt he wore looked crisp and pressed. She’d never known a man could look less disheveled after sex. If she hadn’t been the one he’d been fucking, she would have thought he was merely an appraiser checking the house.
Very controlled. That was how Max had described his brother. And she could see it.
Jackson walked across the room and picked up the suit jacket he’d draped over the back of the couch.
He’s leaving?! Shock rattled her teeth. The man had just fucked the strength out of her legs and he was leaving.
Just like his brother.
She dismissed the snide remark in her brain. He wasn’t like Max. And if he wanted to leave, she wasn’t going to stop him.
She shook her head, swishing the bangs out of her face. Her gaze landed on the French press and cups she’d placed on the coffee table. That seemed so long ago.
Jackson turned, following her stare. “We never got to have our coffee,” he said, his lips curling into a tired smile.
She sniffed. “Well…next time, huh?”
He faced her. “In the morning.” He draped the suit jacket around her shoulders. The satin lining cold against her skin before heating and warming.
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