Stay(103)

“Dumb?” he finished for me with a smile.

“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” I pointed out. “But no, you don’t.” I flipped through a calculus workbook, a little surprised to see answers to the problems. I peeked back into the first box. There were half a dozen Steven King novels, two well-known romance books that even I hadn’t read, and a ton of fantasy books. The second box had more textbooks and just as many fiction books. “I’m surprised you’re allowed to have books.”

“I was too. Nate says it keeps me quiet.” He sighed. “I want something new. But I shouldn’t complain, right? I’m happy I at least have those, even though I’ve had exactly those for the last five years.”

“You’re too good,” I said and stood up. I got into bed, snuggling close to Jackson. He enveloped me in his arms, rolling so that I rested on his chest. “How will we know when Nate and Zane come back?” I asked, trying my hardest to push the fear away and just enjoy being alone with Jackson while I could.

“I cracked the window,” he said. “We’ll hear the car coming down the driveway.”

The knot in my stomach lessened a bit. “And Lou?”

“He hasn’t bothered me …yet. I don’t think he will come in unless he hears us, but given that I can literally hear the ass-smacking from whatever shitty film he’s watching, I don’t think will be a problem.”

“Good,” I said and draped my leg over his.

Jackson pressed a kiss to the top of my head and ran his fingertips up and down my back. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” I whispered back and closed my eyes.

Jackson put his hands on my hips and flipped us over, resituating himself between my legs. He brushed a loose strand of hair out of my eyes before lightly kissing me, leaving me wanting more. I reach up and touched his face, running my hands back through his dark, wavy hair. A smile pulled up his lips.

“I’ve been a slave for over ten years, and I’d be a slave for ten more just to spend one more day with you,” he said quietly.

I shook my head. “Why does that sound like a goodbye?”

Instead of answering, Jackson kissed me just as passionately as he did at the top of the basement stairs. The warmth of desire began to burn red-hot. I turned my head to the side when he moved his lips to my neck. I slid my hands under his shirt.

“Are you sure?” he asked, not moving away.

“Yes,” I breathed. “You don’t have to ask me anymore.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Are you—” He cut off and flashed a small smile. He took his time removing my clothing, giving me soft, passionate kisses. I forgot about everything bad in the world. My body began to hum with pleasure as our love physically manifested.

The floor creaked. We both froze, hearts already beating fast. Jackson leaned up, his dark eyes focused on the door. Then we heard a toilet flush. Jackson took a deep breath and moved over top of me. Fear had instantly killed the mood, causing me to tremble. I took several steady breaths then curled my legs up, allowing Jackson to enter me.

I wasn’t scared of a flashback, but I wasn’t able to get the fear of getting caught out of my head. It took effort to concentrate on how Jackson felt, moving in and out of me. I was able to relax. I ran my hands over his biceps, feeling his tight muscles as he held himself over me. My fingertips brushed the little mound of scar tissue from the bullet wound. I closed my eyes. It was starting to feel good. Really good.

I wrapped my arms around Jackson’s torso, arching my back. He let out a moan and bent his head down to kiss me. I held on to Jackson and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in. He buried his face into my neck, kissing me. A shiver made its way down my body and I opened my mouth, gasping in pleasure.

I pressed my lips together, not wanting to be heard. Jackson sped up his movements, and the bed creaked. We both froze. Panting, I put my hands on Jackson’s shoulders and looked at him.

“Do you want to finish?” I asked then internally winced. Way to kill the mood.

Jackson nodded. “If you do.”

“Yes,” I said right away. I was getting close to coming. The buildup couldn’t end now. I moved my hands to cup Jackson’s face. I kissed him as we started again. My fingers tangled in his hair, my grip tightening more and more as I came closer and closer to coming.

Jackson’s breath came out in a huff. I pressed my mouth against his shoulder to muffle the moan that escaped my lips as I climaxed. I let go of Jackson’s hair, suddenly aware that I had been pulling it. I held onto him, breathing heavy as he finished.