“Maybe it’s just an oversight. Maybe Tony had another player on his mind at the time.” I start to drift, still trying to give Tony the benefit of the doubt, but I know that’s not it. Tony is stealing from him. Whether Jackson signed off or not, he wasn’t given full disclosure and that’s taking advantage of the situation. And it’s not right.
Jackson stands. I’m so afraid he’s going to walk out. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to upset you.”
“Chess. It’s fine. I already said that. I’ll call Tony in the morning and see what’s going on.”
I close my laptop and stand with him, circling my hands round his waist. “If you need me to do anything, just tell me.” He has a farawaylook on his face, but when I squeeze him a little tighter, a devilish grin replaces his frown and his eyes came alive, connecting with mine.
“Anything?” He leans down, sweeping his lips across mine, then runs his tongue over my bottom lip. My body lights up with fireworks. This man could nevernotmake me feel on fire.
“Anything,” I whisper and stand toe to toe with him. “All these promises, innuendos... and no action.” I shrug and turn; he grabs my arm and spins me back and I laugh until I see the heated look in his eyes.
“Come here.” He pulls me down the hall and spins me into my laundry room, shutting the door with speed and has me against it so fast I’m not sure what happened. Then his lips find mine and I melt. I actually melt against him, my body molds to his as he cups my face, his long fingers wrapping around my neck. His left-hand slides down, over my collar bone, my shoulder, down my arm and grasps my hand as his other hand slides to the base of my neck, his palm resting on the hollow of my throat as his fingers spread again around my neck this time. He pulls away and I follow, our eyes lock.
“I’ve been waiting all day to do this,” his fingers gently pulsing around my neck. His thumb stroking my own pulse point.
“I’ve wanted you to do that all day,” I say breathlessly.
He’s still staring at me as his hand slides from my neck and down between my breasts where he stills. His brow raises ever so slightly. And I have trouble catching my breath. Our other hands are still joined intimately with tangled fingers.
“Our siblings are going to be here soon. Your sister is going to come looking for us.”
“No, she won’t. And if she does and doesn’t find us, she’ll know not to keep looking.” He lets his hand drop another inch and to the right slowly cupping my breast running his thumb along the underside. I close my eyes and my head hits the door behind me. “Jackson.”
He pushes his hips into mine and I moan.
“Woman. You’re killing me. I can’t think of anything but you.”
I reach out my free hand and find his hip and pull him against me harder, rocking my hips.
“What kind of thoughts?” I have a small grin, as I look up at him, his eyes hooded.
He growls. And it’s my undoing. I kiss and nip at his jaw as his head hangs close to my neck, breathing hot in my ear he says, “I’ve thought about your perfect tits.” He squeezes my breast again and I gasp.
“How pink your nipples are and how hard I can get them with one, slow lick.”
He licks the side of my neck, my pulse beating out of control.
“I’ve thought about opening you wide to me and inhaling the scent I can’t get out of my mind.” He drags his hand down my ribs, over my hips and around to the top of my thigh, where he squeezes again. Our other hands are still tangled; he’s killing me with one hand only.
“I’ve thought of you on top, riding my cock, rubbing your clit while you call my name.”
I moan loudly, as he runs his fingers up under my skirt.
“Thank you,” he says.
“For what?” I barely get the words out.
“For wearing this skirt.” He bites my neck and slides his fingers across my swollen lips, seeking my slit and running his hand across my panties which are embarrassingly wet. What this man does to me.
“You’re soaked and I’ve barely touched you.”
I try to widen my legs and with our joined hands he reaches under my thigh and hikes my leg onto his waist opening me, pressing into me and tapping my clit once again. With my hand stuck under his and my thigh, he’s got me holding my own self open to him.
“Oh god... Jackson.”
“Tell me to stop Chess.”
“Don’t stop,” I say so quickly and rather forcibly, I can’t believe how desperate I sound.
