“Yes.”
He reached for his jeans and pulled out his wallet. The wrapper crackled as he tore it off and rolled on the condom. She was beyond caring that she was staring at him with open lust.
“Turn around,” he said softly, and she did.
He pressed upbehind her, his erection hard against her back. Leaning over her, he moved her hair to one side and gently bit her earlobe. He reached around and squeezed her breasts. Oh, yes. He liked that, too. He played with her nipples, squeezing harder until she gasped.
“I want you from behind,” he said, his harsh breaths in her ear.
She nodded and crawled onto the bed, and he followed, never lettinggo of her. Spreading her legs farther with his knees, he slid his erection along every sensitive place. He teased her and played, and she moved to find new angles of pleasure. His tip pressed at her entrance, and her body yielded to him. With a low groan, he pushed himself all the way in.
She cried out, and he stilled, his fingers flexing hard on her hips.
“You okay?” he said through grittedteeth.
“Yes.” She could barely get out the sound. Everything felt full, and she squirmed to adjust.
“Hold on,” he bit out, and he held her in place. He pulled out slowly and sank back in hard.
A wild moan escaped her.
“You like that, sweetheart?” he growled.
“Yes,” she whispered.
In response, he did it again. Then again and again, pulling out and driving back in. Each time,she sank back on her knees, searching for more. Her body felt lighter as the pleasure built, threatening to explode inside her. His thrusts grew harder and more frantic.
“I—I’m going to...” she stuttered just as the pleasure flooded her once more, the long spasms racking her body. Her arms collapsed as wave after luscious wave of heat rolled through her.
His hips crashed against her, drivingdeeper, and he came with a torn roar. His big body fell over hers, and he rested his chest on her back. She collapsed in a boneless, sated heap.
Moments passed. He eased down onto the bed and shifted her to his side. His heart pumped in overdrive against her back, and his breath was heavy over her as he stroked her hair softly. She couldn’t see him, but he was everywhere, all around her, holdingher close. Like his body belonged there, right against hers.
Wow. Just wow. This was what sex could be like? It was probably better than anything she’d ever have again. If she weren’t so tired, maybe she’d ask to do it one more time.
“My God,” she whispered. “If I had known that one-night stands were this good, I would have started doing this a long time ago.”
He didn’t laugh at herjoke. He didn’t answer. He smoothed her hair once more and kissed her on the top of her head. His lips stayed there for an extra beat, and then they were gone.
He rolled away from her and wandered around the room, probably looking for somewhere to put the condom. He bent down and untangled his clothes from the heap on the floor. Was he leaving now? He stepped into his boxers and pulled onhis jeans. He picked up his shirt, but he didn’t put it on. Instead, he sat down on the bed right next to her. It dipped under his weight.
Jackson was still wearing nothing, and she climbed under the covers. Her whole body felt heavy and slow. The jet lag was setting in hard. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she fought to open them again.
He pulled the blanket over her shoulders and studiedher, but she couldn’t make out his expression.
“I think I should go,” he said.
“Okay,” she said. “Um, thanks, I guess.”
His teeth flashed in a smile.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’ll think of you often when I’m alone in bed.”
Jackson smiled. “Likewise.”
He stood up and headed for the door. When it clicked behind him, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
