Hell And Back(63)

I kiss her on her lips, dragging my tongue across them right before I invade her mouth. The kiss starts out gentle, soft, but it slowly builds into frantic, fast, hard, needy.

“I think you have too many clothes on.” She breaks the kiss, sliding her hands under my T-shirt, pulling it up and off of me.

Her fingertips trace along the tattoos on my chest. My cock sprung to life the moment I laid eyes on her, and it’s throbbing now. She follows her fingers with her tongue as I drop my head on a groan.

“The first time I saw you without a shirt, that night I dreamed of doing this to you,” she tells me while placing little butterfly kisses on my chest.

Her hands snake to the button on my jeans, opening it slowly lowering the zipper. “Can Mr. Big come out and play?” She laughs while kissing and biting my nipple.

“Oh, he’s coming out to play all right.” And it’s in that moment I remember I have no condoms.

I step back away from her hands before I shoot off in her hand. Her startled look breaks me. “I’m sorry. I went too fast,” she stutters, shaking her hands on the side of her hips.

“No, angel, it’s not that. I don’t have any protection. I mean, I didn’t think this was going to happen today.” I grab my hair in my hands, ready to pull my own hair out.

“I’m on an IUD. I have been since Lilah was born. I know that”—she looks down at her hands clasped in front of her—“that I was, um, with that guy, but I’ve been tested.” She wipes away a tear with the back of her hand. “I understand if you don’t trust me.” Another tear falls down her cheek, this one wiped away by me as I lift her face to look into her eyes.

“I’m clean. I’ve never been without one. I don’t want to have anything between us. I want just you. I want just me. I want it to be just us,” I tell her. “Is that okay, angel?”

She places a kiss right over my heart. “Yes, Jackson. That’s perfect.”





Chapter Forty-One


Bella





He places me gently in the middle of the bed. I sink into the fluffy, down-filled cover like it’s a cloud.

The minute Brenda showed me this outfit, I ran upstairs to try it on, dreaming of the day I would wear it for him.

She knew I was ready. She knew we needed this time. So, like the fairy godmother she is, she gave me this.

Now here I lie in the middle of the bed I’ve shared with him for the past month where I imagined the day I would give him this last part of me.

He stands next to the bed, shirt off, pants button undone. The white boxers he put on after his shower this morning peek out over the waist.

Toeing off his shoes, he looks at me while I lean up on my elbows, watching the show before me. Watching him undress for me.

The candles make him look like a Greek god. His body is perfect. He’s so handsome and his darkened, lust-filled eyes are hooded and raking over me hotly.

“I love you.” I sit up when he finally sheds his pants. His cock is huge and pressing insistently against his boxers.

“I love you, always,” he says, getting on the bed on his knees in front of me. “We do this at your pace. We do this on your time. You get me, Bella?” he asks.

I nod, not able to respond verbally without the tears over his thoughtful concern for me falling.

“Now I’m going to take off these sexy as hell panties, angel. This is something I’ve dreamed of doing, usually while jerking off to thoughts of you.” He licks his lips and turns his darkened, stormy blue eyes down to the apex of my thighs.

“Okay,” is all I can muster to say when he reaches to spread my knees apart.

He runs his hand down the center of the lace, through the wet spot formed from watching him undress. “Bella,” he breaths out while leaning forward to kiss my stomach, making my breath hitch.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groans while running kisses along the top on my panties. His thumbs hook into the sides of the lace, peeling them down my legs. He throws them over his shoulder, and my instinct is to close my knees, but he stops me. “No more hiding from me.”

He opens my legs further, and I’m still tempted to cover myself, but he’s faster than me. His mouth hovers over me, his warm breath so close, I can feel it tickle my wet flesh.

“Watch me,” he says.

He pulls my lips apart with his thumbs, opening me up. “So beautiful.” Those are the last words he says before slowly licking up my slit.

His warm, hot tongue on me causes me to sink back into the pillows. My head rolls to the side, my eyes almost rolling to the back of my head.

He licks up again, slowly this time, stopping at my clit where he makes little circles with his tongue. Lightning bolts of pleasure zap straight through my core.