“Before we get into that, I need to do something.”
“What?”
He pulls me toward him and softly presses his lips to mine.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers over my mouth. “And this.” He kisses me and pulls me onto his lap. I breathe in his cologne as I run my hand over his soft, white t-shirt, feeling the hard muscle underneath.
“Did I ever tell how much I love school uniforms?” he says in his deep, sexy voice as his hand slides up my leg.
“I don’t think you did,” I say, my head dropping to the side as he kisses my neck.
“The skirts are my favorite.” He plays with the hem a little.
“And why is that?” I say in a teasing tone.
“I like what’s under them.” He flips me on my back, and my breath catches. He reaches under my skirt, slides off my panties, and does those amazing things with his fingers and tongue that have me feeling like I’m about to explode with pleasure. When it happens, I’m left gasping for breath, reaching for his belt, wanting to make him feel as good as I do.
“I got it,” he says, smiling as I struggle with his belt. He takes it off, then reaches into his pocket and takes something out. A condom. “I remembered this time.”
“What if I didn’t want to do it?” I say as I strip off my shirt.
“Then I’d have it for next time.”
His clothes are now off, leaving me with the sight of his incredible body. He has muscles in places I didn’t even know had muscles. Everywhere I look is an indent or a line, framing each muscle, drawing my eye to it.
“What are you looking at?” he asks as his body lowers over mine.
“You.” I kiss him. “Your body is amazing.”
“Lots of hours in the gym.”
“It’s worth it.” I smile. “Turns me on.”
He thrusts inside me. “Everything about you turns me on.”
He kisses me, his hips rising and falling, pushing himself deeper each time. The slow, undulating movement is so addicting. I’ve missed it, wanted it, don’t want it to end.
“I’m close,” he says, his breathing getting heavier. “You feel so damn perfect I can’t slow down.”
“I’m almost there,” I say between breaths, my hips rising off the ground.
Jackson thrusts harder. Faster. But with that same steady rhythm.
I suck in a breath, the feeling racing through me before I was even ready. I was trying to hold out, make it last, but I couldn’t.
Jackson couldn’t either, coming just moments after me. He slowly pulls out, collapsing on the ground next to me.
“Mommy, wait!” I hear a kid yell.
“Shit!” I hurry to put on my clothes. “There’s kids out there!”
“They’ll turn around,” Jackson says, putting his shirt on. “We’re at the end of the beach. Nobody comes out here.”
“You sure it’s okay to have a tent here?” I ask as he finishes getting dressed.
“It’s not. It’s against the rules, but I was willing to risk it. I know the lifeguards on duty. Told them I was doing this and would have it gone in an hour.”
“You told them you were having sex with your girlfriend? They know what we did in here?”
