He captured her lips with his again. “I love you, Mia Thompson. I always have. As friends and now as more. I’m just sorry it took me so long to realize it.”
“I’m glad you finally did.”
“Me too.” He dipped his head and kissed her again. If he had known kissing someone could feel like this, he wouldn’t have hesitated to kiss her sooner.
His hands moved up her back before moving back down and along the thin strip of skin that was exposed between her pants and shirt. She shivered at his touch, and he smiled against her lips.
“Was that a good shiver?” he murmured.
She nodded. “Very good.”
He slipped his hand under her shirt and laid it flat against her back. Heat radiated off her skin, and she buried her face against his chest.
“You’re so warm.”
“I think it’s just our connection.”
He moved his hand up her back and over her bra strap, her shirt riding up with his hand until his palm flattened between her shoulder blades. Her skin was so soft. He loved touching other women in the past, but this felt different. It was an addiction. The more skin he touched, the more he wanted to touch.
He couldn’t get enough.
“Do you have to get to work?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Someone else is covering for me.”
“Good.” He hooked his hands under her ass and hauled her up into his arms. Her legs immediately circled his waist.
Jackson carried Mia down the hallway toward his bedroom. He shut the door behind them, hoping no kittens made it into the room before they did. The last thing he needed was another cock block.
Gently, he laid her down on the bed before crawling over her. His hand skimmed up her side, and she sucked in a breath.
“Did you ever think this day would come?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. Never in a million years.”
“Me neither. Is this okay?” His hand paused at the side of her breast, his thumb lightly grazing the bottom of her bra.
“Yes,” she said breathily.
His thumb brushed over the bottom again before moving up and sliding over her nipple. It was a tight bud, and he let out a groan. His blood rushed south, and he could feel himselfgrowing with every stroke of her body… even if there was a cloth barrier.
“Mia, I’m not sure how long I’ll last.”
She gripped his hips and dipped her fingers into the waistband of his pants. “But we just started.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, but you’re driving me wild already, and I haven’t even seen you naked.”
“Let’s remedy that.”
He stared down at her, not quite believing his ears. His Mia wasn’t as innocent as he always pictured. It was one thing to tell each other when they had sex. It was a whole other thing to say what they were like in bed. That was something they never discussed.
She tugged his pants down and he helped her move them off his hips until they were kicked aside. Then she grabbed her own pants. The sight was comical as she shimmied beneath him while lying on the bed. But he didn’t laugh. His eyes had zeroed in on every inch of skin she was baring to him in that moment.
In no time at all, yet it felt like an eternity, both of them were naked. His eyes hungrily roamed over her, but he knew she was looking at him just as much. Eagerly, he dipped his head and pulled her nipple into his mouth.
She gasped and drove her fingers through his hair. Her hips rose and pressed against his hardened length. He groaned against her chest. Jackson moved to her other nipple, licking and sucking, biting and tugging. The cries leaving her mouth were everything. They had him moving at a faster pace, yet wanting to torture her at the same time.
She tugged his hair almost painfully. “Jackson, please. I need you. I need to feel you.”
