“I want to, Jackson.” She squeezes her eyes shut as she releases a frustrated groan. “But?—”
“Rosalie.” I cut her off before she can list all the ways this goes wrong. I graze my mouth down her neck and press a kiss just above her clavicle. “Tell me I’m not the only one.” I understand her reservations. I do. But I also know Rosalie, and she doesn’t allow herself to be selfish. “Tell me I’m not crazy for wanting you.”
“You aren’t crazy.” She weaves her hands into my hair as I kiss my way to the center of her chest.
I stop before I get carried away, and find her gaze so she can witness the sincerity of my plea.
“No more excuses, Rosalie. No pros and cons. No holding yourself to perfection, or doing what you think is expected. The next few days, you can be anyone you want. Do anything you want. Be the woman who takes what she wants.”
A breath passes and I begin to lose hope. Maybe I pushed too hard. Maybe she’s not aching to be with me the way I ache for her. But then the tension shifts. There’s a charge behind her gaze that lights, a smolder that sparks and indicates she made her choice.
She reaches for me, grasping my shirt as her lips crash into mine.
I told her to take what she wants, and she chose me. She wantsme.My mood soars as I kiss her back with everything I have. With everything I’ve been holding back.
We shift on the sofa and she leans back, her legs widening to accommodate my body over hers. Her kisses are hard and demanding. We both gasp for breath as our tongues battle for control.
I try to be respectful, but when she grinds her body against mine, all propriety leaves my brain. I kiss down her body, tugging the collar of her shirt low along with the cups of her bra to expose her breasts. I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and pinch the other lightly, following her gasps to learn what she likes.
She arches her back as my hand snakes around her body. I kiss her breasts as I feel around and release the clasp of her bra. She pushes me back a little, and reaches down to the hem of her shirt, removing it and tossing it to the floor.
I’m temporarily stunned, my attention completely transfixed by her body. She’s stunning. So fucking attractive that my entire body aches for her touch. I can’t believe this is happening. Fucking finally.
“What?” Her question jolts me back into the moment.
I ditch my shirt and climb back over her. “Just thinking about all the filthy things I want to do with you.”
I capture her mouth. Kissing. Tasting. Sucking. Touching. Her body is a map, and I’m ready to explore every inch. My movements are unhurried, but purposeful. Her hands run down my body, scraping along my back and sending a rush through my veins.
I’m impossibly hard, and each time she rubs her body against my length, the urge to ditch my pants and thrust inside her heat overcomes my thoughts. But I keep my dick in line. I’m not rushing this. The more I do, the faster it’ll be over. I need to savor every second with Rosalie, because I’m not certain we’ll have more than tonight.
My mouth is back on her breasts when her fingers weave into my hair and tug.
“Jackson.” Her groan is desperate.
“What do you need, darlin’? Tell me.”
“I need your mouth.” She pushes my head lower. “Here.” She lifts her hips, forcing my face between her legs. I’ve never seen this side of her, so assertive and commanding, and I fucking love it. I want to be whatever she needs right now. I want her to use me. To take what she wants.
Leaning back, I reach for her waistband and peel off hersweatpants and panties. The scent of her arousal fills the air and my mouth salivates for a taste. God, I love eating pussy. Settling back between her legs, I pepper kisses from her inner thigh to her center. I wrap my arms around her thighs and hold them open. My fingers help spread her wide as I dive in, placing open-mouth kisses along her most sensitive skin. My tongue slides along her opening, plunging inside her folds.
I groan. She moans.
Her hips move, her center grinding against my mouth as I taste, suck, and kiss. I tease her clit, flicking it with my tongue and sweeping around it as her pleasure builds. My erection grows painful, wishing for a chance to join the party. But I ignore my own needs and focus solely on hers. I want to get her there, so I’ll draw this out as long as it takes. Teasing. Tempting. Building. It’s no hardship. She tastes even better than I remember. I could do this all fucking night.
I resituate my body so I can work two fingers inside her. My mouth meets her clit, and this time I’m not as gentle. She likes it, though. Her body reacts, grinding harder against my face. She gets more vocal too, encouraging me to keep going with gasps and moans.
I’m locked in. Her thighs tremble as I flick her bundle of nerves with my tongue. I use my fingers inside her, stretching her and stroking them in a come-hither motion until she’s flying over the edge. Pleasure ripples through her body, the reward I was hoping to achieve. As she comes back down, I remove my fingers and kiss my way back up her body.
Her chest heaves as she practically melts into the sofa.
“Good?” I’m smiling like I won the fucking lotto.
She grins, a look I don’t often see.
“Good.”
I press a kiss to her sternum. My hands can’t help but run along her body. I have a crushing need to touch her, to stay connected for as long as she’ll let me.
