“We’re just like them.”
“Who? Jack and Rose?” I frown. He’s attractive, but looks and acts nothing like the character portrayed in the film. I wish I resembled a young Kate Winslet. Hell, I wish I resembled her now. “How are we just like them?”
He holds up a finger. “First off, you’re olderthan me.”
“Okay, but I’m not betrothed to a rich asshole.” Though, I guess I am tied to one. That makes me sad.
He uncurls a second finger. “You’d be embarrassed if people found out you stayed in my house this week.”
“I would not.” But that’s not entirely true. These past few days I’ve gotten to play the role of someone else. A person without any responsibilities or attachments. A vacation from my real life. But all of that is waiting for me, and as soon as the week is over, I return to that. Jackson doesn’t know me—the true me. He’s only experienced a version of myself where I don’t work full-time or care for my child.Fuck. “Maybe we are like Jack and Rose.” The gravity of this situation threatens to sour my high. “Jackson?”
“Yeah?”
I stare directly into his gaze, determined. “Paint me like one of your French girls.”
Jackson doesn’t blink. A beat of silence passes and for a moment I think he might cry, but then he bursts into a fit of laughter. Our whole conversation is so fucking stupid and soon I’m leaning into him and giggling, too.
I never laugh like this. I never let loose and allow myself to be silly. It feels good. Damn good. I should do this more often.
I lift my head to tell Jackson that, but before I can his mouth slants over mine. His kiss is sweeter than I remember, but when I open my mouth to him and press my body closer, I suspect he was holding back the last time. My breath becomes his and my body heats all over as we fully make out. He wraps an arm around my body and in one swift movement, I’m beneath him, letting him lead and losing myself in the sensual pleasure of kissing another person.
He kisses me until my lips are swollen and desire radiates through every molecule of my body. I grind against him shamelessly, the ache to be driven over the edge overwhelming all sense of propriety.
I feel different. Lighter, and somehow more aware of sensations. My brain focuses on his lips. The most perfect mouth that ever kissedmine. Then I’m hyperaware of his body, pressing mine into the sofa cushions, close but not close enough. I’m warm on the inside, but my body shivers at the tenderness of his touch. His hands explore and roam over my clothes, and I do the same.
He pulls back suddenly, his hair falling forward on his forehead. “Do I compare?”
“What?” I have no idea what he’s asking or why he stopped kissing me.
“Tell me I’m at least giving them a run for their money?”
“Who?” Is he back on this Jack and Rose thing again? Or am I really high?
“Your book boyfriends,” Jackson states earnestly. “I know you like them better than real men.”
Oh. I can’t help but smile. “I do.” They never hurt me.
“I get it, darlin’. After reading the book you gave me, I’d want to fuck one, too.”
My body shakes with laughter. He’s ridiculous. “You really liked the book?”
“I did.” He hasn’t moved away, and I’m hopeful that means we’ll be getting back to kissing soon. I need more. “I want to read more, but I don’t know when I’ll have the chance.” He grinds his hardness against the apex of my legs with a grin. “Not when I can do this.” He kisses along my neck and across my collarbone.
“Yes.” I wholeheartedly agree. Squirming against him, I can’t quite find a position to ease the building ache between my legs. The couch is too small. We’re both wearing clothes. Frustrating.
He must feel similarly. “Here.” He sits back and pulls me along so that we’re both upright. “Can I take this off?” He holds the hem of my shirt in his hands.
“Please.” I lift my hands in the air to help as he removes my shirt and bra.
After he drops my bra and top to the floor, he goes still. His gaze is laser focused on my breasts.
“Is something wrong?” I resist the urge to cover myself.
“No.” He shakes his head, still not meeting my gaze. “Your tits have bewitched me. Body and soul.”
I take his jaw in my hand and force him to make eye contact. “You are ridiculous.” I chastise, though I’m rather entertained by his play on the renowned line.
He grins before capturing my mouth again. Our kisses are frenzied and his hands find my hips, dragging me onto his lap so that I straddle him. From this position I can feel every inch of his arousal and I can’t help but rub myself against him. His hands leave my hips and he cups my breasts, his fingers playing with my nipples. When his mouth joins them, I arch my back to give him better access.
