“Jacks, I . . .”
His head fell, releasing my gaze.
My hand shot out, fingers beneath his chin, lifting until he locked on me once more.
“Jackson Armstrong, I love you so damn much.”
Our mouths crashed together in an unwieldy tangle of lips and tongues and hands and arms and every other body part we could slam together while standing in a hallway a few feet from my bedroom door.
I couldn’t kiss him enough. I might never kiss himenough.
My fingers dug into his hair, tangling in his curls. His hands pressed into my back, willing us closer.
He was my oxygen, and I’d never breathed so deeply.
Tears pooled in my eyes. This wasn’t some physical act, some sexual fling; this was the shifting of tectonic plates. This was a change in the order of nature. This was my heart lit ablaze for the first time, with a flame I knew would only grow brighter and never wink out.
Jacks’s fingers found the hem of my shirt, and he yanked upward. I stepped back and let him pull it over my head. Then my own fingers were yanking at his jersey—at my jersey. That thought had me smiling into our kiss. The moment the jersey hit the floor, we slammed together again, chests bare and tongues diving with passion and purpose.
My cock ached against my pants, but the feel of his own erection sliding against mine sent my mind reeling.
This man—this beautiful man—wanted me. He wantedallof me.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
We nudged a step closer to the bedroom, our lips refusing to part, as Jacks walked backward, my arms around him, keeping him from stumbling. Wepaused in the doorway, long enough for him to grip the button of my slacks and rip it free. The zipper groaned next, and my loose-fitting pants slipped to my ankles.
Jacks dropped with them, taking my cock in his mouth before I had a chance to register what he was doing. His hand gripped my shaft, and he sucked me so fast and hard I thought I might explode before we even made it to the bed.
“Shit, Jacks! You can’t do that or—”
“If you come, we’ll do it again. Now shut up and grip the doorframe.”
His sudden, very commanding tone threw me so hard I had no reply. My hands flew out, gripping the wooden frame for dear life, as Jacks’s tongue and lips resumed their work. I felt myself leak into his mouth, but still, he didn’t slow.
“Damn, that feels so good, baby.”
Jacks froze. Cock in mouth, hand on shaft. Then he craned his head in the most awkward way so his eyes could meet mine. His brow quirked almost comically.
“Yeah, I called you baby. Now back to work before I change it to something less flattering.”
I felt his laugh travel up my cock and into my gut.
But he did as asked.
Just when I thought he was going to suck me dry,he pulled back, letting my aching cock flop against my abdomen.
“Bed. Now,” he said.
“You still have clothes on,” I pointed out.
He flew out of his jeans and underwear faster than I thought possible. I grinned at the leaking cock that now stared up at me with its one good eye.
“Oh, he likes me.”
Jacks shook his head, grabbed me by the shoulders, and shoved me into the bedroom. I stumbled on a pair of shoes I’d left on the floor and landed face down on the bed.
“Good boy,” Jacks said. I was pretty sure he chuckled through the words.
