“Fuck, I really can be dense, can’t I?” He ran his hands through his hair. “Of course you want to take care of yourself.’” He flashed me a that sly womanizing grin, “You don’t plan on doing anything stupid like putting on underwear while you’re in there, do you?” His tone was playful, letting me know he wanted me back in his bed, naked. He wasn’t offended that I thought becoming impregnated by the great Jackson Naile was not an honor.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I climbed over top of him, stopping to gently kiss his soft inviting lips. He needed to know I didn’t regret the decision we made in the shower. I just needed to make sure we didn’t regret it somewhere down the road.
I wasn’t gone long and when I returned he laid naked across the bed.
“What took you so long, Angel? Come here,” he beckoned, patting his hand on the empty space beside him on the bed.
“And you called me impatient,” I teased him back.
I gladly accepted his offer. We slid under the covers and he pulled me into him. I enjoyed being this close to him. I didn’t know how long his infatuation with me would last. I hoped for the weekend, at least. I knew there were not a lot of single people at the wedding. The only single male was Haley’s son. The only females were the flower girl and one of the bridesmaids.
I doubted he planned on bringing his own female companion. I never thought to ask before things got out of hand. How do I start a conversation with, I know I just had the best sex of my life, but is your girlfriend joining us? Still, it was a conversation that needed to be done.
“Jackson?” I had not intended to hesitate. I wanted to get this out in one breath, but I froze.
“What is it, Angel?” The lack of concern in his voice had me second guessing my decision to bring this up.
“I didn’t interrupt any plans you had for this weekend with… you know… what we did. What we are doing?” I was disgusted with how weak my voice projected my concern.
“What is it you think we are doing?” Was he really amused at my question, my turmoil?
“Don’t be an ass, Jackson. Do you or don’t you have plans for a companion to accompany you this weekend?”
“Angel, you’re not jealous, are you?”
“No, I’m not.” Total lie. “I just need to know if I should keep to my room for the rest of the weekend.”
“No, Angel, I came here to work, not fuck. Fucking you was a pleasant bonus.”
He bent over and captured my mouth, stifling a gasp as he tweaked my nipples and fondled my breasts, preventing me from asking any more stupid questions. He began to caress my body. His gentle fingers traced the curves of my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers and they hardened to his touch.
When he was done with one, he began on the other. His other hand traveled all over my body. The space between my legs was still throbbing, still aroused from our last session in the shower.
He cupped me below and smiled as a sighing moan escaped my lips. I wasn’t sure how long he worshiped my body. The pleasure he continually gave me left me in a trance of ecstasy.
If he were a drug, I would be an addict. If he asked me, I would beg. I would beg him to fuck me. To take me to that place I knew only he could. I knew I was sobbing against his chest. Sobbing because I didn't know how to reconcile the unbelievable pleasure coursing through my veins. Sobbing for the realization that I was losing control to this man, this womanizer. Sobbing that I would give him what I swore I would never relinquish to any man—my self esteem.
He reached for the tissue on the nightstand and handed me a handful. I sat up, blew my nose and wiped my tear stained face. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs across my cheeks and lips. He sat up beside me and kissed my forehead.
He cuddled me into his lap and gently kissed my lips, lingering there for a while, like he understood my senses were on overload and he wanted me to accept what my body was feeling.
He pulled back and stroked my face and ran his fingers through my hair. It seemed to be his favorite pastime. He wasn’t the first man to marvel in the softness of my curls. He was the first to bring me to the brink of another orgasm doing it.
“Tell me one thing about you that you think would surprise me.”
“I’m falling apart in your arms and you want to play twenty questions?” I wasn’t sure if I was amused or annoyed.
“Yes, you may not realize it, but it will help bring you down.”
“You know what would bring me down? Stop overloading my senses with orgasms.”
“Yes, but my way, we can do both bring you down and give you orgasms.”
He ran his hands down below and messaged my folds, preparing me for what he planned to do next. My body anticipated and reacted to this small gesture. I felt the pooling return and I wondered if I would be dry down there ever again.
“Talk to me, Angel, one thing.” His voice was soft and hypnotizing.
“I’m claustrophobic.” Why was that the first thing that came to mind? It was something I confessed to very few people. They always asked why and I wasn’t ready to go there with him.
“Do you want to ask me something now?”
I was relieved he didn’t not ask about my phobia. “Where did the phrase get nailed come from?”
“In an interview, the reporter mispronounced my name. I was being cute and told her she would never forget my name if she were ever to get nailed by me. I regretted it the minute it came out of my mouth.”’He looked embarrassed.
“And that is exactly what I told you, I’m sorry. “ I apologized as I ran my fingers through the smathering of hair on his chest. “I’m not sorry about what we did it. I’m sorry if I made you feel I was only in it for that.”
I looked up at him, “I was in it for you, Jackson, not your reputation.”
He was right, I knew he was bringing me to another orgasm but the conversation was distracting. I still felt every nerve ending buzz, only this time I was not overwhelmed. I let him stroke me, caress me, fuck me masterfully with his perfect fingers.
I was aware of the wave about to come and I reached for his mouth and kissed and clung to him as an anchor through the storm raging within.
He finally withdrew from my body and I ached for him to return. Hell, what the fuck was I going to do when Sunday arrived and we had to leave? Would I have had my fill of him?
If not, would I beg him to continue this after we left?
I knew he lived in Tranquility; so did I. Not in the same neighborhood, but at least it was the same city. If I had not had my fill, would I beg him for it? Then I realized the waterworks had returned.
I used that word again. Beg.
That word I swore I would never use for any man.
I needed to leave his bed or I was going to lose myself. Better to have loved and lost than never love at all. I had him like I had always fantasized. It was better than anything I could have imagined. I had to come to terms that this was it. He gave me the best mind blowing sex of my life, but I couldn't let that dictate my actions, my life.
“Jackson, I should head back to my room.” I didn’t want to go, but if I stayed, I was going to have to explain why I couldn’t stop crying at each orgasm. Better for him to think he was so amazing that it brought me to tears. Better he think that than the real reason I couldn’t allow myself to fall any deeper.
“You’re not going anywhere until you explain why a woman who can pin me down in three seconds flat can’t ride through an orgasm. I know I’m good, but I know there’s something else going on. Please talk to me, Angel.”
How was I supposed to explain that I would break my one cardinal rule to keep him in my bed?
The one rule I live by in order not to lose myself?
How could I tell him I was willing to lose myself to him without sounding like an obsessed stalker?
Chapter 9
Jackson
“Jackson, I should head back to my room.”
There was something beyond those haunting ice blue eyes. I
wanted her to tell me, I wanted her to trust me. The way she trusted me in the shower, the way she trusted to me when she needed to go to her room. The way she trusted me and returned. What could have happened in such a short time that made her want to leave my bed?
“You’re not going anywhere until you explain why a women who can pin me down in three seconds flat can’t ride through an orgasm. I’m good, but I know there’s something else going on. Please talk to me, Angel.”
She had that deer in a headlight look in those eyes. I wouldn’t push it. If I did, I might never get her back in my bed this weekend, maybe not ever. That thought sent a shiver down my spine.
“Does this have anything to do with what happened in the park?” It hit me, I didn’t remember if I asked her why she was in the park that night. I only remember my reasons for being there.
“Yes and no.”
She was being evasive, giving me a non-answer. We needed a distraction, something that felt natural. Noncommittal to get her to open up to me. Sex was definitely not the answer. I threw the covers off me and put on my boxers and a t-shirt. Her eyes watched me with a quizzical glare.
“Get dressed, we’re going to go downstairs and clean up that mess we left in the kitchen.” She said she would take care of it after she returned from getting her pictures. We got a little distracted and forgot about it.
“You think doing dishes during sex is going to distract me?” She attempted to walk away. I gently clasped her wrist and turned her to face me.
“Interesting, your first thought was that we were going to have sex.” My cock reacted to her blushing. It was the first time I’d seen her blush. I didn’t think it was something she did often. She was afraid of her vulnerability and something we did triggered it.
Something I did triggered it.
I closed the gap between us and I brushed my fingers across her cheek and cupped her chin. She met my eyes and I leaned in to kiss her passionately. She responded openly, hungry. Her body’s willingness to respond to my touch confused me. I needed to pull away before we end up back in bed, then end up right back here, with her wanting to leave.
She needed to get past her fear before she would open up to me emotionally. The physical connection we shared was not going to be enough to get her back into my bed.
To keep her in my bed forever.
I broke the connection. “No more until you get dressed and we clean that kitchen.” I left her standing alone while I made my way downstairs.
My cock couldn't contain its excitement when I saw her arrive in nothing more than a tank top and boy shorts. I already had the dishwasher loaded and pulled out a bottle of merlot and two wine glasses. I reached in the fridge for a cheese tray. No doubt put there for my staff’s arrival tomorrow.
“I thought we were going to clean the kitchen?” Her harsh tone took nothing away from the burning desire my body craved from her.
“I did, I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, I covered the leftovers and put them in the fridge. That was when I saw this,” I pointed to the tray sitting on the counter.
She pointed to the merlot. “You think adding alcohol to the situations is a good idea? You know what happened the last time you got drunk around me.” There was my snarky little Angel.
I pulled a stool from the other side of the counter. Her armor was thicker than I anticipated. “I think relaxing with good wine, good food and pleasant conversation is a very good idea.” I saw the apprehension in her expression. “ Plus, there will be three feet of granite between us.” My attempt at humor escaped her.
“Are you surprised I know how to load a dishwasher, Angel?” My mile wide grin told her I was not insulted. Why wouldn't she think I had no clue how to perform menial tasks? I was billionaire Jackson Naile, I had people to do those things for me, right?
I saw her expression soften. Was it foolish of me to think I was making progress? She sat her curvaceous ass on the stool across from me. I filled a Bordeaux glass with the merlot and slid it her way. She brought the bold burgundy liquid to her lips. I watched the subtle movement of her throat as she swallowed. I was immediately aroused by her simple actions.
I needed to break the silence in the room before I was hypnotized by her haunting eyes. I had to control the urge to pounce on her and take her here on the counter. I had never felt this out of control insatiable hunger until I was face to face with those unmistakable haunting crystal blue eyes.
“Angelic, did you know who I was before we met in the park?”
I watched as she took a deep breath and heavily sighed. “The truth is, Jackson, I knew very little about you.” I caught her blushing again. “I don’t say this to hurt your feelings but honestly, it wasn't like you were my secret crush.”
I took a sip of the wine. I hoped my hands were not shaking, giving away the calm facade I had been projecting. Before that night, I wasn’t even on her radar. If it wasn’t for that night, I probably still wouldn’t be. Before that night, she wasn’t on mine, either.
She put on a wicked grin. “Everyone knew about the Brentwood five.” She blushed again. “I was there to study, not to party. I wasn’t one of your adoring fans.”
“The Brentwood five,” I repeated. “You know, it started as a joke, but our antics quickly became folklore.” It was the stuff legends were made of. We were filthy rich and spoiled. The girls flocked to us and we enjoyed all the privileges that came with our notoriety.”
“That night in the park when you asked me to drive you home, I was impressed at your maturity. You understood you were too drunk to drive. I was a little taken aback that you would let a complete stranger drive your car.” She looked down at the plate of fruit I placed in front of her. “What I hadn't counted on was that kiss.”
“I wish I could remember more about that night.” What I wanted to say was that I wished I remembered her. “Looking into your eyes, I can understand why we kissed.” I wanted her to know I did remember, just not enough.
“Why did I call you Angel?”
“You asked if I was your guardian angel. I thought you knew my name was Angelic and you were teasing me. I said yes.”
“How much time did we spend in the park?”
“A couple of hours, I think. It was as natural as two friends having a conversation. I asked you why you were upset. You told me about your father. You asked me why I was upset, and I told you my stepfather passed away and I had to decide to finish my education at Brentwood or move home and be with my mom.”
“What did you decide to do?” It didn’t matter if she had returned, I was graduating and would not have seen her again after that anyway.
“I came back to Brentwood after the summer break.”
“Did you ever tell anyone about what happened?”
“I told my grandmother. I didn’t have a lot of friends. Like I said, I was there to study, not party.”
“You said you never told me because you wanted more from me and was afraid I couldn’t give it. Did you not want to know for sure?” I was still confused why she would not have at least let me know who she was so I could thank her for getting me and my car home safely.
“I figured if you really wanted to know you would have gone to the guard house and ask to see the security footage at the gate. It would had shown you who drove your car back. I’m sure someone on the faculty could have told you who I was.”
I ran my hand through my hair. “Fuck, I really am as dumb as the tabloids say. Why the hell hadn’t I thought of that?” I turned my back, not willing to let her see the frustration on my face. Was I really that dense, or was I too young to understand what it was I was searching for these past eleven years?
I reached over and filled her empty glass. She took a sip and licked the remnants from her lips. I wanted to reach over and hold her hand, to touch her, to run my fingers through her soft curls. I knew touching would lead to sex, and sex would lead to her pulling back. I want her to open up to me. I wanted to know this could be more than sex.
/> I needed to know this could be more than sex.
“How does what happened in the park relate to you leaving my bed?” There it was, on the table.
She lowers her eyes, not able to look at me. “It wasn’t what happened in the park, it was what happened after the park.” She stiffened her posture and stared me down. “That kiss was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. The most incredible experience I will ever have.” She picked up the wine and finished it off. I hoped it was not the wine talking.
“It’s not like I had been sitting, waiting and pining, for you all these years, Jackson. But I did search for that feeling for eleven years. Tonight I finally found it. But fireworks like that, they burn out, eventually.”
“You’re afraid the fireworks will burn out, so you won’t even set them off? That’s no way to live, Angel.” Even if the fireworks did burn out, it was too late; I’d already been burned. The minute I touched her lips, she burned deep inside my veins, straight to my blood.
“Angelic, what was this weekend about?” She had been honest with me thus far, would she continue?
“It was about finding out if after eleven years, the fantasy was real and not something I remembered in my mind. Not something I over exaggerated in my mind. It was about one night of mind blowing sex, then Sunday we both go home.”
“This is good, we’re on the same page. We spend the weekend having mind blowing sex, then Sunday we go home knowing we were both right. There was more to that kiss.” I reached for her hand and she pulled it away.
“I’m not spending the weekend in bed with you. I had my one night. It’s over.”
She got up to leave and I had to stop her. I didn’t understand how she could walk away after what happened between us. She was wrong; the fireworks wouldn’t burn out. I wouldn’t let them. I couldn’t let her leave until she told me, for her, it was only sex.
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