Page 95 of True Abandon

“No.” My breath is ragged from the jump and swim.

His eyes are bursting with pride. They’re looking at me the way a man looks at a woman who is his everything. As if I’m strong and exceptional; beautiful and humorous. As if I can do no wrong.

I can’t see my own face, but I know the way I’m looking at him is wildly different.

Instead of pride, I only show lust—pure and unadulterated, longing to claim what’s mine. Because as much as I deny it, Jackson Davis is strong and exceptional; gorgeous and funny as all hell. I know it’s wrong, but I’m done being afraid.

I’m ready to fucking soar.

“Why,” he gleams a gorgeous smile from his chiseled jaw. “Too much of a rush for you?”

“No,” I breathe out. “Not enough.”

I kiss him.

With true abandon, I wrap my hand around his head, pull him toward me and caress him with every drop of passion in my body.

My kiss isn’t a chaste one—it’s sexy and devious. It’s honest and filled with more meaning than I’ve ever given. I sweep my lips across his and beg entrance into his mouth. He opens for me, and the kiss is no longer just mine.

His arms wrap around my waist as his tongue flicks and dances against mine. I am completely lost in him, and every inch of me is on fire.

My hands move to his face, tracing the hard stubble of his jaw. His fists grab my ass, pulling me into him—my groin lining up with his.

I moan at the feeling of him pulsing hard against my core, cursing the fabric of our clothes as I become thirsty with the need to have him even closer.

I lift a leg and wrap it around his back, pulling him further into me. My hip shifts up, causing friction, and I let out a gasp of pleasure.

Jax lifts me up in the air. His mouth moves to my neck, and I drop my arms to his chest and quiver with the chills his kisses send straight down to my core.

He walks us to the shore and sits me on a large rock. My legs are spread wide around him as he stands between my thighs.

I run my thumb over his lips. He takes it in his mouth and sucks slightly. I remove it and place it into my mouth, mimicking his action.

His eyes darken. The lust penetrating from within.

I dig my heels into his backside and pull him toward me. We stare at each other feeling the magnitude of the moment. I haven’t been this intimate, truly connected with someone since the last time we were together.

I lift my hand to my braid, removing the small elastic at the end and unravel the hair, my fingers separating the strands so they fall wild and free.

He lifts a hand to the side of my face. His thumb running delicate circles over my cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

I lower the straps of my dress and the bathing suit underneath, exposing my breasts. If I weren’t so close to him, I’d miss the way his chest rises with the small gasp that escapes his lips.

I am now sitting topless, on a rock, at the base of a waterfall with the most beautiful man in the world nestled between my legs.

And all he can do is stare at my eyes.

I take his mouth with mine. His hands are in my hair, pulling gently at the scalp.

He moves his lips down my neck and then takes my breast in his mouth. He nips lightly before flicking the tip and sucking gently. I cry out, the sound of the crashing current draws out my moans as he moves to the next breast and devours it with his tongue and teeth.

“Jackson,” I plead.

His mouth is back on mine, desperate, yet gentle. As he lifts himself onto the rock, I scoot back as he puts a knee between my legs and settles himself over me.

I look up at him and run my fingers down the side of his face.

“When I woke up in the hospital I thought you were an angel,” he says before leaning down to kiss me again. “I was right.”