He pulled out of the kiss, his voice the smoke to the fire in his eyes. “Anna Grace, quit being so bossy.”
“I—”
He silenced her with his mouth, slipped a finger beneath her panties, and all rational thought fled her mind. Another finger caressed her hidden skin. Then a third.
She wrapped her leg around his waist, pressing his erection as intimately close as she could while they were both still clothed. She tugged at his shirt. He broke the kiss again, this time with a chuckle. He dropped his hands long enough to pull his shirt off, then stepped onto the landing with her, dislodging her leg. “You going somewhere tonight?”
To the top of Mount Orgasm if he’d stop dawdling in the foothills. “N-no.”
He crinkled her dress in his fists, pulling it up with his signature slowness. He backed her up another step andbrushed his jaw against hers on his way to nibbling at her collarbone. “Feeling better?”
Her words slipped out on a satisfyingly frustrated sigh. “Oh, yeah.”
Something furry brushed her calf. They had an audience.
Jackson’s fists lifted past her hips. Cool air rushed between her thighs. “Radish,” he said into her shoulder. “Get.”
The dog huffed. She left the stairs, tags jingling. Jackson’s hands grazed Anna’s waist. More cool air swirled around her skin. Everywhere his hands went, though, she felt branded by fire.
“Bedroom?” she said on a gasp.
He chuckled.
His fists inched higher. And higher. Until the backs of his fingers brushed the sides of her breasts. She lifted her arms. He pulled the fabric over her head and tossed it up the stairs, then gazed down at her. “Better?”
“Getting there.” She pushed up on her toes, claimed his mouth, let her hands roam free over his solid body. He traced the lace of her bra, dipped his fingers under her panties again, and backed her against the wall. She waved a hand toward the walls between the stairwell and his bedroom. “Should we?—”
“You just enjoy yourself, Anna Grace.”
She was definitely enjoying herself. In fact, she wasn’t sure she’deverhad quite this much ecstasy out of being nearly naked. It had to have happened sometime, but his body, his movements, his mannerisms, they were all uniquely Jackson. All perfect, all thrilling.
For tonight, they were all hers.
She tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, and felt his smile against her lips. “You sure you wanna do that?”
“Not planning on waiting for you to get to it.”
He pulled a foil packet out of his pocket,making her thank God he was optimistic. Then he nuzzled her neck beneath her ear. “All right then.” He pressed a trail of kisses along her jawbone while she pushed his pants down, slowly, but not asslowly as he would’ve.
Just slowly enough to listen to his breathing accelerate when her fingers came into contact with the skin on his hips.
Just slowly enough to feel his heart pound faster against her chest.
Just slowly enough to realize he wasn’t wearing anything beneath.
“Oh,” she breathed. Her thighs clenched. Her fingers wavered.
She suddenly felt overdressed. And they really needed to get to the bedroom.
“Taking your sweet time, darlin’?”
Her bra released with a flick of his fingers. She gave his sweatpants one more tug, and they fell to the floor. Her hands roamed over his hot skin. Her hips thrust against his. Her body remembered the rhythms, but this tune was different.
In a good way.
She slipped out of her bra, and Jackson’s eyes went darker, ringed by blue fire. Her unhurried, savoring lover slipped away in a tangle of hot, eager kisses. Slow perusals became heated, impatient strokes until Anna found herself seated on the stairs, legs spread wide sans panties, while Jackson showed herexactlyhow much he liked her girly parts.
With his tongue.
