She broke the kiss, gasping for air as she moaned, “Close.”
“Shhh, darlin’. I’ll give you what you need.”
He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of her sweatpants in a slow but steady motion. The anticipation almost broke her, but she refused to give in to that ache to fall into release before he delivered what he promised. And when she felt his thick digits slide between her slick folds, it was like a match set to gasoline—explosive, dangerous, and too brilliant to turn completely away from.
He rubbed slow, firm circles around her clitoris until her hips chased his fingers’ rhythm. The pressure built until his touch was almost painful. And when his ministrations made her muscles clamp down with blessed tension and the beginnings of her orgasm spread from the tiny bundle of nerves his thumb rotated over, he pushed two fingers into the wet depths of her opening, and her body exploded in spasms that racked her entire being, stealing her ability to draw life-giving air.
She grabbed his upper arm, needing something strong to anchor her to the couch; otherwise, the convulsions taking over her body would land her in an unsexy heap on the floor.
“That’s it, baby. Ride it out.”
God, why did he have to say that? Why couldn’t he simply let her enjoy her destruction? But he didn’t. He kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear while his fingers played her like an instrument, and her pleasure peaked again, sending her into another frenzied fit of spasms, screams, and pleasure she could easily overdose on.
When the last tremor of satisfaction traveled through her body, he removed his soaked fingers from her quivering body and held them to her lips. A wicked snap of mischief flashed in his eyes before he painted her mouth with her release, then kissed her. He used his tongue to lick softly inside her mouth, letting her savor the delicious mix of her on him.
She could sample her flavor anytime. But with the spice of Jackson added to it, it was a powerful substance, one she would more than likely crave like an addict going through withdrawal. She didn’t care though. She could not concern herself with how problematic walking away from this would be when this was over. She’d been foolish enough to think a night of Jackson Dean would be enough. But if a man could make you come like a geyser from a kiss or two and a few strokes of his finger, chances were one night would never be enough.
She pushed her hand between them, cupping him through his sweats, smiling at the girth and length, and licking her lips in anticipation of watching it stand tall when she pulled it free of its cotton prison. “Let me return the favor.”
He smiled down at her, dropping a quick peck on her mouth. “Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled. “I fully intend to.”
He hooked a thumb in the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled down enough that she got a glorious glimpse of his stretched, domed cap. Her mouth watered. As she was about to push his hand away to get to her bounty, the chimes of a phone ringing cut through the air.
His body tensed alongside hers, and not in a good way. He shifted in an awkward rocking motion until he was sitting upright, pulling his phone from his pocket. One look at the flashing screen and his head dropped.
Disappointment fluttered in her belly. She really wanted to see how many licks it took to get to the cream inside his chocolate pop. But the strained lines of frustration marring his features didn’t give her hope for that happening right now. “I gotta take this. It’s the office.” When her bottom lip poked out, he gave it a quick kiss and a nibble. “Go to your room and wait for me. This should only take a sec.”
She pouted for a second more and stood on noodle-like legs, adjusting her clothes, then left the room. A quick glance over her shoulder and the sight of him righting his clothes made her the tiniest bit sad. Whatever the hell his office wanted at this hour of the night, it had better be important. Because knowing what that man’s manhood felt like as she slid it inside her mouth was something Aja desperately needed to experience before the rooster crowed.
Chapter 14
Jackson jabbed his phone’s dancing accept button with more force than necessary to answer Kade Jennings’s call.
“Whatever this is about, it better be important.” He knew Jennings didn’t deserve to be growled at like an angry animal, but having the image of Aja coming on his fingers forever burned into his memory, Jackson didn’t want to entertain much of anything that would keep him from discovering more of her secrets.
“Did I wake you, Boss? I hear life on a ranch is tough.”
“Something like that.” He cleared his throat, trying hard to remove all traces of the lust running through every cell of his body.Professionalism, Jackson. Try to at least act like you remember what that is.“What do you need, Jennings?”
“Gleason and I spent the day interviewing the townspeople of Fresh Springs. Ms. Everett isn’t imagining things when she says the townies don’t support her and her people much.”
Jackson straightened on the couch. “Any of it seem more serious than townie chatter, like they’d try to actually hurt her?”
Jennings let out a long whistle. “Honestly, they seem more afraid to talk to us about the ranch than anything else. We didn’t get wind of any kind of malicious behavior, though. Everyone we mentioned it to seemed to be looking over their shoulder for some invisible boogeyman to jump out at them. Can’t say for sure what’s going on, but something’s got this entire town spooked about Aja, her people, and that ranch.”
Jackson scratched his head in frustration. Would it be too much for a lead to pop up and save him the complication of mixing his business with Aja’s pleasure? He knew the answer to that question. Of course it would be. Cases were never solved in such a brisk way. Only on television could a case be solved in an hour. IfWalker: Texas Rangerwere anything like his actual job, this situation at the ranch would’ve been finished two days ago. But because this was real life, Jackson was walking a close line that could end badly for all of them if shit went sideways.
“Anyone have anything to say about Eli Bennett?”
Jennings blew out another long breath. “Same reaction. Too afraid to say anything about him. We tried to meet the man at his office, but his secretary said he was too busy to meet with us. Without any tangible evidence, we can’t really force the issue. We’re still in town at the local hotel. We’re gonna head to his spread first thing in the morning and try to get an audience with him before he leaves.”
Jackson chewed on his bottom lip and tried to think of any angles he could’ve missed. He wasn’t getting anything from the normal channels, and Aja’s safety was in question as long as this mess continued to play out.
“Keep digging, Jennings. This lowlife is out there somewhere. We need to track him down.”
He hung up the phone and headed toward Aja’s room. If he couldn’t bring her closure on this matter, he’d at least bring her comfort in this moment. Like she said, sometimes comfort was the best you could do in any situation.
He made it halfway up the stairs before something niggling in the back of his mind kept pulling at him. A beautiful woman waited on him upstairs, so why was he stuck with one foot planted on the step?Maybe if you weren’t so eager to play naked footsie with Aja, you might remember to do a routine perimeter check around the house.
