"I'm already in it. And I'm not letting you go through this alone."
Jackson walks over to the window. "I wish we could get out of here. I'm sick of being stuck in this house. The cops refuse to let me back in mine so my dad had to go out and get me clothes."
"He did a good job," I say, noticing how hot he looks in jeans and a tight-fitting henley. "You look hot." I come up behind him, wrapping my arms around him.
He turns around, smiling. "From the way you said that it almost sounded like—"
"I want you?" I smile back. "Good, because that's what I was going for."
He scoops me up and takes me to his bedroom.
"You in a hurry?" I say with a laugh as he tugs my denim shorts off my hips. He slides them down my legs, along with my panties.
"Beautiful," he says, his dark eyes drinking me in.
I take off my shirt and bra. "How about now?"
"Even better." He drops to his knees and yanks me to the end of the bed, his large hands spreading me open. Propped up on my arms, I watch as he licks the inside of my thigh, teasing me with what's about to come next. When his tongue hits that spot, my head falls back and I moan as the feeling of what he's doing takes away all the thoughts and concerns that were occupying my brain.
"Yes," I whisper, grasping the sheets as he slips a finger inside me, then another, his tongue still working its magic. I breathe harder as the feeling builds, then cry out his name as it overtakes me. I reach for him.
"I'm right here," he says, his mouth on mine.
I smile over his lips. "I want more."
He slides inside me and I take a deep breath, savoring the feel of his body over mine. The weight of him sinking into me, the hardness of his muscles, the scent of his cologne. It takes me out of the hell I've been living in and brings me back to my safe place. The place that's become my home. Jackson.
We both want this to last so we slow it down with soft kisses, gentle touches, looking into each others eyes. After a while I can't wait any longer.
"I love you," Jackson says.
"I love you too." I smile. "You can finish now."
"Thank God," he says with a sigh of relief. He pulls back, then thrusts into me, and continues with long deep thrusts that have me going again, back to where I was before we slowed down. The feeling quickly builds as he speeds up. Then, suddenly, he lifts me up, flips onto his back, and sets me on top of him.
"Thought we'd try something new," he says with a smile.
"But I was almost done."
"So finish up." He grabs my hips, guiding me.
I take over, my hips circling.
"Fuck," he says, smiling as his eyes close. "Yeah, baby."
I keep going, faster, feeling him inside me as I move.
He lifts up and swipes his tongue over my nipple, then sucks it into his mouth. It sends me over the edge and I fall forward onto his chest, panting, my body trembling.
He flips me back on the bed, thrusting into me once, twice, and on the third time, he comes. I feel it. Warm. Filling me.
Shit. We didn't use a condom.
He rolls onto his back, breathing hard. "That was fucking amazing." He puts his arm out. "Come here."
I sit up. "We didn't use anything."
"What do you—" He looks down. "Shit. I wasn't even thinking." His eyes go to mine. "You're on the pill, right?"
