He broke away from the kiss, placing sweet pecks along her jawline and down the curve of her neck, quietly savoring the tiny shivers underneath the skin there, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky to share her body again.
She shivered. Her skin was warm to the touch, and his apartment comfortably climate-controlled. Those were shivers of need, and it made his cock throb every time he felt those tiny tremors beneath the press of his lips.
“If that’s the way you truly feel about it, take what you want.”
He sat on the bed, his feet still planted on the floor. His fingers laced with hers, he drew her near until she straddled him. She leaned down, her eyes bright with arousal, her breath deep and steady. Her long braids fell over her shoulders, and he pushed them back behind her ears, needing to see all of her as they connected again.
The sight of her, the feel of her against him made his blood rush through his vessels, leaving him dizzy with need. Like a drug spreading through him, lighting him ablaze from the inside out, she called to something buried so deep inside Jackson, he hadn’t realized it existed.
It reached beyond the disappointment of his broken marriage. It went further than his mother abandoning him. It dug so deep inside him, filling in all the empty spaces that had left him so cold and empty all these years.
He didn’t know how she did it. He didn’t understand what manner of magic she possessed to crack open his chest and find all his hidden spaces without him knowing it. But as her hand gripped him and she slid herself down his corded shaft, drawing him into her center, he willingly submitted to her power.
Where was his fighting instinct? Where was the thing that told him to never yield? Because with each swivel of her hips, Jackson was losing himself, and what was most unnerving about it all was that he didn’t seem to care.
“What have you done to me?”
“Does it really matter?”
She was right. It didn’t. With each snap of her hips, she was bringing him closer and closer to the end his desire sought.
Her muscles clenched him, their rhythm unpredictable as she neared her climax. He wasn’t far behind. The impulse to let go and drop over into satisfaction with her chased him like a relentless foe, demanding that he surrender and give in.
Determined she would be satisfied first, he slowed her motions with a firm hand pressed into her lower back and the other wrapped around her neck, pulling her toward him, latching his mouth to hers, kissing her until his chest was tight with the need to breathe.
He sat up, cradling her in his lap, holding her as she wrapped her legs around his back. When she encircled her arms around his neck, he found his footing, standing, turning them around, and laying her gently in the center of the bed.
She was breathtaking. Large, round breasts, their pert brown peaks begging to be suckled. Her wide, rounded hips were spread, welcoming him back into her warmth, while the brown and pink folds of her slick opening clenched, glistening with want as he positioned himself between her legs, carefully stroking himself.
She was everything he needed. A slight niggle in the back of his mind tried to warn him, tried to remind him that opening himself up to her was a danger he didn’t need. But before the thought could take root, he watched her slide two fingers in her mouth, coating them and slipping them between her swollen folds, rubbing the pink nub protruding there. With each flicker of her fingers over her slick flesh, conscious thought became impossible, and his body went on automatic.
He slid into her opening, loving the sight of her fingers playing in her pussy while he moved in and out of her. He leaned over, bracing his arms on either side of her shoulders to give himself more leverage and stealing another kiss as her moans grew louder and she spilled over into bliss.
He chased her orgasm, slamming into her while her climax crested, and her slick walls grabbed him, demanding he succumb to the need he’d fought since this began.
He tried to fight it, tried to remember that before he’d met her, he used to be a man in control of his own body. But then she licked the carved edge of his jaw and whispered in his ear, “Jackson, please,” and he was lost.
He couldn’t explain it. Nothing about her being in his world beyond her case made sense to him. But as her words traveled through his ears and into his heart, his sac tightened, hitching up higher and higher as his orgasm pulled every drop of his remaining power and released it in the searing first jet of come that ripped through him, tearing a deep howl that climbed from his chest, out through his throat, and into the air.
When his climax ebbed and his lungs and heart fought to regulate his breathing and pulse, he understood two things. The first: because he wasn’t twenty anymore, he would need to sleep long and hard before he could do that again, and second: he would definitely do that again.
* * *
Jackson held Aja as tightly as he could without crushing her. His need to have her skin against his should make him uncomfortable as hell. But instead of discomfort, he felt at ease, soothed in a way one only felt when they were safe. Considering his line of work and the problematic relationships he’d had with women, he couldn’t honestly remember a moment when he felt so certain there wasn’t a threat around the corner.
“I need this.”
Aja looked up at him with confusion in his eyes. That was when he realized he’d spoken aloud.
“Need what?”
He noted the absence of panic in him as he prepared to answer her. Yet another piece of proof Aja had gotten under his skin. “Us.”
“I’m not sure I follow what you’re talking about, Jackson.”
Join the club ’cause I sure as hell don’t get it either.
“Aja, I know I said I wanted to just have fun, to see where this thing between us went. But I don’t think I was being honest with you or myself.”
