Jackson’s Destiny(30)

Within seconds, the wildcat in Bailey was released. She hooked her hands around the back of my neck and pulled me in tighter. “God, I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered between kisses as she began backing up, pulling me along with her. Our lips stayed connected as we did our best to frantically shed the clothes that separated us.





Chapter Twenty-One





Bailey



I had spent the last five days talking to different doctors and the therapist that had been assigned to my mother. As a group and even sometimes on our own, we shared our fears and sorrows as the counselor listened. Each day I walked away feeling exhausted and empty. So the moment I looked through the peephole in the door and saw Jackson’s face, my heart lurched in my chest. He would never understand just how much it meant to me that he came all this way to support me. And the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Therapy was intense, and I had started to retreat into the dark place I’d been in after Gabe died, when I’d felt like everything around me was caving in, drowning me slowly.

Jackson being here gave me back a sense of the girl I used to be, and the one I became again when he allowed me to break down his walls. The girl that let go and lived in the moment, who was free-spirited and happy.

His kiss was urgent and so full of passion, and my body trembled with my need to have him even closer. I wanted him to take over, to wash away the heartache of the last few days and make me feel only him. Tonight I only wanted to be lost in Jackson. He was my savior in this crazy mess.

“I had to see you. Waiting was no longer an option.” He groaned as he took my mouth once more, devouring me little by little. “It’s felt so much longer than a few days, baby.”

He trailed his lips down my neck as I let my head fall back, giving him room to roam. God, the rough tickle of his stubble against my skin drove me even wilder. I combed my fingers through his hair, and a deep groaned escaped him as he went lower until he reached the base of my neck. I was already in overdrive, but the moment he trailed his tongue along the dip between my breasts, my knees grew weak. Thank God for low-cut shirts; at that moment, I believed they were the best thing ever created.

“I don’t think I can go slow, sweetheart. Not the first time, anyway,” he whispered against my skin.

An uncontrollable whimper escaped me. “I don’t want slow,” I assured him as I began to undress. He immediately joined me, lifting his shirt over his head and letting it drop to the floor. “I need you hungry and insatiable.”

Without warning, he lifted me from the floor and not so gently placed me onto the bed. The anticipation of his dominance made my heart race.

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and began lowering the only piece of clothing that separated us. My gaze drifted lower as I watched with hungry eyes. He truly was a magnificent creature. It was almost unfair how cripplingly beautiful he was.

“You’re giving me that damn look, baby.” His voice was strained.

Allowing my gaze to shift upward, I smiled knowingly. “What look?” I asked innocently before biting my lower lip.

I watched in amazement as he knelt on the mattress and began moving toward me. As he lowered his body over mine, I instinctively opened my legs, allowing his hips to settle against me. Evidence of his arousal pressed against my center, and I moaned.

“You’ve got that hungry look in your eyes. Like you want to attack and conquer,” he whispered as he thrust his hips slowly, stroking his cock against my slickness. “Like you want to devour me.”

“Because I do,” I moaned. “I want you so badly.”

He covered my mouth with his and ran his tongue along mine. “Take me,” he said as he rolled over and took me with him.

I now hovered above him as he looked up at me with longing. Wasting no further time, I wrapped my hand around his hardness as I lifted myself up, then guided him toward me.

We had used condoms every time we’d been together. Even though we’d had the talk about birth control and clean bills of health, going without them was a step we hadn’t yet taken. But tonight all I wanted was to feel him fully without anything between us.

As I lowered myself over him, his eyes fluttered shut as he gripped my hips and thrust upward, seating himself fully inside of me. A deep moan escaped us both.

I waited to move until he opened his eyes and locked his gaze on mine. His grip loosened as I started to move, allowing me more room.

“Feels good.” Jackson’s voice was so husky and sexy. He began moving his thumb over my clit in almost perfect timing with the thrusting of my hips. “Never felt this good, never,” he assured me, his eyes locked with mine.