I wiggle my eyebrows and leer at him. “An hour in the tent will probably get us to five stars.”
Jackson sighs as if put out by the idea of fucking me, but I know the opposite is true. He’s been touching me all day, lingering, teasing touches to build the intensity for tonight. My man is a huge fan of foreplay, building it all throughout the day with gentle teasing. A kiss on the cheek that lingers a little too long. A slap on the rear that cups my ass cheek instead of skirting across it. A hug that leaves no room for Jesus. Jackson’s been playing me like a fiddle all day, so tonight will undoubtedly be beyond magical.
Instead of taking me into the tent to fuck me, Jackson starts a small fire. Once the warm flames are popping and casting out heat, he sets up camping chairs and pushes me down into one. I smile at him in a daze, only to grin wider when he hands me the makings for s’mores.
Jackson shoves two marshmallows onto a metal stick. “Can’t forget about your sweet tooth.”
“You are the perfect man,” I say dreamily.
Jackson practically beams with pride. “I know.”
Jackson carefully holds the marshmallows over the flame until they’re perfectly crisp. Whistling while he works, he puts the marshmallows between two graham crackers with a large piece of chocolate. He hands it to me without looking, then sets about making one for himself.
“Jackson.”
He turns his head towards me with a curious look. “Yeah?”
“I love you,” I say softly, meaning every word.
Jackson’s lips are soft against my own when he leans across the chairs to kiss me. He tastes like marshmallows. The stars come out as the sky darkens, and the fire tosses up light in front of us. Despite the loud waves, Honey’s soft snores filter out of the RV, making warmth pool inside my chest, something warm and alive.
“I have a really serious question,” Jackson says sometime later after licking his fingers clean.
“I have a very serious answer for you.”
Jackson rolls his eyes. “Okay, but if you had to choose between me and Liam Walsh… who are you picking?”
I pretend to think, making the most thoughtful face I can. Only a few seconds tick by before Jackson groans loudly. “I know you’d pick me.”
I wiggle my hand back and forth. “Maybe. The jury’s out.”
Jackson grumbles something I can’t hear. I bite back a smile at his grumpiness. The only thing that can ever make Jackson irritated or blue is the idea of me finding another man attractive. The idea of me being intimate with another man would probably send him into a catatonic state. Good thing he’s the only one I really have eyes for.
“Come on, Daddy, tent time.”
I climb into the tent without a backward glance, knowing that Jackson will follow. A small cutout with netting lines the top of the tent so we can perfectly see the stars. The sky is a dark blue now with bright stars flickering in the sky. We’re so far from the city that stars usually only visible when away from civilization are glowing to life. The atmosphere is dreamy and romantic, probably exactly what Jackson was going for with this trip.
I lie back on the air mattress, pleasantly surprised at its softness. Although I don’t know why I’m surprised considering Jackson bought the most expensive and best air mattress available on the market. Faux fur blankets line the bed, and despite the chill in the air outside, I feel warm inside the tent.
Jackson joins me a few moments later, hurriedly tugging off his shirt.
“Alright, I need to fuck you now or I’m going to die.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Romantic.”
“Please, my love, let me ravish you now before I die from not having you.”
Oh. I stare up at Jackson in wonder, watching hungrily as he shimmies out of his pants to reveal miles of leg. His body is perfect. Small tufts of hair on his thighs and legs, and just a tiny amount on his chest. The strong muscles are proof of how it’s so easy for him to manhandle me. Our bodies are so different, but together they feel so right.
He wastes no time unbuttoning my jeans, tugging them off of me in a hurry. The chilled air sends goose bumps popping along my skin. Once I’m naked, I shiver in the cool air, but it only lasts a moment before Jackson lies over me, instantly warming me with his own heat.
“Hi,” Jackson whispers from above me.
“Hello.”
“I can hear the waves.” Jackson lifts his head to look up at the stars. “And look at that view.”
“An amazing view,” I agree, but I’m not looking at the stars, I’m looking only at him.
