She teased her nipples and watched him get himself off for another few beats. Then she turned in profile and found a zipper hidden on the side of her dress. Slowly, she pulled it down, revealing more and more of that creamy skin. He was going to come any second now. She shifted herhips and guided the silky material down her thighs to the floor. All that was left was a pair of lacy red panties. He swallowed hard, fighting against the building surge.
Jackson stepped out of the dress and within his reach. She watched over her shoulder as she slipped her fingers into those lacy panties. Just as she bent over to lower them, her gaze opened into something raw and vulnerable.
Everything exploded in a frenzy of euphoric bursts. He kept his gaze fixed on Jackson, her eyes wide, as he let out a torn cry and emptied himself into his hand and onto his stomach. His whole body contracted, and he growled out her name.
Seconds passed. Or maybe minutes. Cameron tried to kick his mind back into gear.
Jackson stepped forward and caressed the back of his neck. “Thatwas really...” she faltered. “Thanks for playing out this little scene of mine.”
He hung his head. It was incredible. He had seen other women strip before, and none of them had gotten him going like this. Not even close. But this was probably the wrong time to bring up other naked women.
How could he make her understand? Just carrying out their fantasies wasn’t what made this little stripshow good. She was the one who brought this beyond teenage jack-off dreams into something much more for him.
He had this one last night to show her. And he wasn’t going to screw it up.
Cameron looked up at her. Jackson was naked, and he was a mess.
He kissed the swell of her hips. “Shower?”
She smiled a little. “Sure.”
She followed him into the bathroom and leaned against thecounter. She was biting her lower lip again.
“You okay?” he asked.
She nodded. “More than okay. I just didn’t realize sex could be like this.” She chuckled. “I’m not sure I can go back to a regular relationship.”
What the hell?
Cameron crossed his arms over his chest. “You think good sex and exploring what turns you on don’t go together with a regular relationship?”
Jacksonshrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve had a few relationships, and I certainly never had sex like this. Not even close.”
“And you’ve developed a theory based on those assholes?”
She pursed her lips.
“In my experience, guys either want sexy or they want a relationship. I’ve never been the sexy type.” She glanced away. “After my last boyfriend cheated on me, it made me wonder. So here we are.I get to see what it’s like to be the sexy type instead.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You like it?”
Jackson smirked. “Definitely has its advantages.”
Steam came from the shower, and Cameron felt the water with his hand. He stepped in and motioned for her to join him. Jackson entered the shower, her body skimming against his.
“Keep going,” he said, running his hands over her bare shoulders.“I’m curious to hear your theories on what men want.”
“You don’t agree? Men want to have lots of sex with a certain kind of woman. Then they settle down with another kind of woman.” She tilted her head. “The reason I’m here is because of your reputation with that first kind of woman, right?”
“What my reputation is and what I want are two different things.”
“You don’t want to pick upwomen in hotel bars for sex?”
Cameron sighed. “You want to hear what I think men want?”
Jackson swallowed. “I’m not sure, but go ahead.”
“I think men want a lot of hot sex, and if it’s in a relationship, all the better. But that’s hard to find. So some men go for the relationship and compromise on the sex.” He tucked her long damp hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek. “And othermen go for the sex, knowing something is missing. Hoping that at some point he meets a woman who can show him what thatsomethingis.”
