Jackson strokes my hair and continues whispering sweet things to me until my breathing evens out and my heart rate slows.
“Come on, baby. Let me wash you up.”
Jackson starts to untangle himself from me, but I tighten my hold on him. He chuckles and kisses my forehead.
“I made you all dirty. You gotta let me clean you so I can make you all filthy again.”
I grin at him and let him get up. Jackson bends down and scoops me up in his arms, kissing me the whole way to the bathroom, where he runs a bath for us. He sets me down in the water so gently before climbing in behind me and washing every part of me with such care.
We dry off, and he carries me to bed, where he tells me I’m beautiful and perfect and sweet and his. The last thing I remember is him turning me on my side so he can spoon around me and kiss me on my neck. I swear he said he’s never letting me go.
8
JACKSON
Sage has only been staying with me for a handful of days, yet I already can’t imagine life without her. She makes coffee every morning while I prepare breakfast, then we sit down and talk about nothing and everything. I know all about Sage’s difficult clients, her love of coffee and nineties pop music, as well as some of her sadder memories of growing up. In such a short time, I feel like I know her better than anyone I’ve ever met.
“Lunch is almost ready!” Sage calls out from the kitchen. I have another day off, which means spending every second with my new obsession.
“You didn’t have to make me anything,” I tell her as I step up behind her. Looping my arms around her waist, I pull Sage against my chest and nuzzle into the side of her neck before kissing her there.
“What if I wanted to?”
I spin Sage around and capture her lips with mine. I take my time exploring her mouth with long, lazy strokes of my tongue. She responds by sliding her hands up my chest and circling them around my neck. I grip her hips in a punishing hold, helping her grind against me as we get lost in this kiss.
“In that case, thank you for lunch, baby girl,” I whisper against her swollen lips once we break apart. Sage is still catching her breath when I step away, her cheeks flushed from our heated moment.
I carry our plates to the table, my stomach growling when I see the triple-decker sandwich Sage made for me. Hers is about half the size, which makes me smile. She’s about half my size, so that makes sense.
We devour our meal, and I gather up our dishes and bring them to the sink. Sage is still sitting at the table, her left foot tapping on the hardwood floor as if she’s nervous.
“Is everything okay, beautiful?” I ask as I join her at the table.
“Yeah. I, um… I was wondering if we could go out today? Not that I don’t love your place, but I’m feeling a bit cooped up.”
I nod and consider her request. It didn’t occur to me that she’s basically been locked inside my house for the last four days. Of course, she has cabin fever.
While I still don’t have all the information about Sage’s father and whatever trouble he’s caught up in, I’m confident Sage will be safe with me by her side. I’ll have the answers soon. In the background, I’ve reached out to my contacts in the private sector as well as used my years in the intelligence community to hunt down some leads.
“Let’s go out for a walk,” I suggest. “I’ll drive us out to Clearwater Lake, and we can spend some time in nature together.”
Sage’s eyes light up, matching her bright smile. Pride swells up in my chest that I could make her this happy. “Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
My girl jumps out of her chair and steps between my parted legs, her hands resting on my shoulders. She presses soft kisses all over my face, making me laugh. I haul her into my lap, kissingher for real. I can’t seem to help myself. I want my lips on her at all times.
Twenty minutes later, we’re hiking around the lake, enjoying the cool breeze and faint bird songs. The trail curves around Clearwater Lake and into some denser wooded areas. I look over at Sage, silently asking if she’d like to continue our walk. She nods enthusiastically, her deep green eyes sparkling with adventure and contentment.
As we walk through the forest hand in hand, a wicked idea pops into my head. I’ve wanted to fuck my girl against a tree since that moment in the backyard when I gave Sage her first orgasm.
I tug her to the side, watching with pleasure as she follows my silent command. Her eyes glitter with mischief as I back her into a tree, crashing my lips down on hers. Sage grabs my shirt and pulls me closer as she sucks on my tongue, welcoming my kiss and fighting me for control.
"You read my mind," she breathes out, her voice laced with an undeniable urgency.
I growl against her lips, biting and nipping at her before licking into her mouth. My hands slide up the dress she’s wearing, pushing the fabric up as I feel every inch of her soft, porcelain skin. She moans and drags her hands down my chest, her fingers tugging at my belt and then working my button and zipper open. Sage grips my hard as fuck dick, pulling me out and pumping me roughly.
“Fuck,” I groan, loving the fact that she’s this needy, this turned on, and this desperate for me. The thought makes me grunt possessively as my hands find the little scrap of fabric covering her pussy. I rip it off her body and swallow down her gasp, my fingers sliding through her folds.
Goddamn, she’ssoakedfor me, her cream dripping over my fingers and pooling in my hand. I circle her clit, the hard littlepearl throbbing and swollen. Her legs shake, and I swear she’s about to come from that one touch.
