When he saw how slick her fingers were from playing in her folds, how easily they slid around that beautiful nub, how deep they slipped inside her opening with no obstruction, he released the light grip he had on his dick and covered his length with the condom.
“Close.” She forced the word through clenched teeth on a short, choppy breath, and the fire in his blood flared. His cock twitched, a physical plea to put them all out of their misery. Unable to hold back any longer, he positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing his stretched tip against her opening. Even with the layer of latex between them, overwhelming sensation rippled through him.
Aja was right; this wouldn’t last. He pushed inside at a painfully slow pace, fighting the instinct to bottom out until he was balls-deep inside her. She canted her hips, silently asking for more. The desperation circling in the depths of her hickory-brown eyes clutched at him, called to him to answer with the relief of unity. He responded. A long growl climbed from the pit of his stomach up through his chest and out of his mouth as he pushed forward, spearing her depths one glorious inch at a time until he was buried inside her to the hilt.
God, she wasn’t lying about being close. As soon as he was fully seated, the snug grip of her cunt on his cock became impossibly tight, choking him, milking him, as the first waves of her climax crested.
“Dammit, Aja.” He hooked his arm under her knee, giving himself more room to work and deepening the angle while planting his other hand near her head for leverage. Fighting the instinct to let the electric sensations that covered his skin consume him, to join her in bliss, he snapped his hips until he found a rhythm that would satisfy her but not drive him to completion.
He plowed into her, delighting in the ravenous sounds coming from her as she met him stroke for stroke, falling into her pleasure headfirst with no regret or hesitation.
“That’s it, sugah. Take what you need.” His encouragement, coupled with the deep, hard strokes he rendered, drew louder moans from her. He marveled in the beauty of both her and her orgasm. Each was powerful, demanding, striking in ways that made a man want to sit and watch with an unobstructed view of her strength and allure for much longer than one night.
When her spasms subsided, he leaned down to press gentle kisses to her cheek and lips, to draw her back to him as the fog of bliss cleared. Her hands slid up the length of his back, pulling him to her, wrapping him in her embrace like a warm blanket to chase away the cold. She held on to him like he was treasured, necessary, and once again, he was reminded of what this woman’s superpower was. Her ability to make a person feel worthy was intoxicating, and right now, he almost felt like he deserved to be here with her, sharing her body. She was a goddess, and he was a lowly mortal who shouldn’t dare to raise his eyes to glimpse even the smallest vision of her. But in the glow of her satisfaction, he felt invited, beckoned, as if this was where he was supposed to be all along.
The gravity of that realization washed over him like a deluge of desire and fear mixed together, and he couldn’t figure out for the life of him if this was good or bad for him. Instead of thinking about it further, he gave himself over to the pleasure her tightness around his cock offered him.
He forged deeper, wanting the delight of her spasming walls to bring him to oblivion. In the bliss of release, the perils of crossing ethical lines wouldn’t be present, and his past and the terrible lapses in judgment he’d had with women wouldn’t dog him like the incredible failure he was.
No, their joining was nirvana, a blissful place where nothing but pleasure existed. He’d think about the consequences of his actions later. In the twilight, that strange hour where day and night met in perfect unison with no end or beginning to either, Jackson would let himself think about nothing but the delicious heat of her cunt wrapped around him and the godlike feeling of pride that slipped through his bloodstream every time she called his name and begged him for more.
This time, when she placed a firm two-handed grip on his ass as she tumbled over the precipice of climax again, he allowed the viselike hold of her walls to pull him into the free fall of pleasure. And when his muscles burned as he struggled to reach satisfaction, and he gave every remaining bit of strength he possessed to his thrusts, he heard her whisper, “Baby, please. Give it to me.”
It was as if the softness of her words took control of his body. His rhythm faltered as his heart pounded in his ears. His balls inched up and his climax spiraled around the base of his spine. He struggled to hold on, but he made the mistake of glancing down at the wicked smile that curved the corners of her luscious mouth into something sinful and dirty in the best of ways, and he lost his control.
Like a brittle twig, his will snapped and his climax soared up the length of his cock, so powerful that his arms struggled for purchase to keep from crushing her. Her hands slid up the globes of his ass to his shoulders where she gave him a gentle press, telling him it was okay to let go. He fell gracelessly into her arms as every muscle of his body tightened, his release tearing everything from him.
He buried his face in the curve of her neck, fighting for every bit of oxygen his greedy lungs could snatch from the air, and he realized something more dangerous than any criminal he’d ever faced. He never wanted this moment to end.
Chapter 19
Aja turned to her side and gave in to the full body stretch her achy limbs demanded. She instantly came up against the hard wall of a man’s body. Her smile bloomed as she realized Jackson was still in bed beside her. When he’d wrapped her in his arms a few hours ago and demanded she go to sleep, she hadn’t been sure he would still be there when she woke up.
He tightened his grip on her and pulled her against him until their bodies touched at almost every point. “Morning,” he whispered as he nuzzled into her neck, giving her a sweet kiss there that made her skin prickle with excitement. “You feeling okay?”
She savored his nearness, too afraid to move for fear of ruining the coziness of the moment. “Are you searching for compliments, Ranger?”
“No, I’m trying to make sure my moment of selfishness didn’t cause you more harm than good.”
The worry in his voice made her uneasy. “Jackson, if you’re going to ruin this by bringing up my attack, I’m going back to sleep.”
“This isn’t something to joke about, Aja. A day of baking and a night with me won’t erase what happened.”
She grabbed the pillow next to her and hugged it tight. “I know. Is it so bad I don’t want this to become the focus of my life?” He rubbed his hand up and down her shoulder, generating a much-needed warmth. “I don’t want to think about this, Jackson. All I want to focus on is how great last night was.”
“Aja—”
“I guess that means it wasn’t that great for you if all you can focus on is the attack?”
He pulled at her shoulder, coaxing her to turn around. He rested on his back and pulled her in to his side, using his finger at her chin to lift her gaze to his. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve had the pleasure of spending time with. I would be out of my mind not to treasure every moment of bliss you gifted me with. I could never dismiss or forget what we did, Aja.”
Relief bled through her body as she let his words soak in. Knowing they shared the same perspective on their time together eased the tightness building in her chest.
“But even though it’s important to me, I can’t be blind to how you might not be ready for all this. Maybe talking to someone might help.”
“You mean like a therapist?”
“Yeah.” He reached over to the nightstand, picking up his phone and tapping on the screen. “I just sent you a text with the number of a friend of mine who works with us in Austin. She’s a counselor. She helps survivors work through their experiences.”
