Love Left Behind (9 page)

"Dance with
me."

I was powerless to
protest even if I had wanted to, which I certainly didn't. The look on
Jackson's face told me everything I needed to know. I could see desire
darkening his green eyes and I wrapped my arms around his neck as we slowly
swayed to Billie's crooning voice.

Jackson increased the
pressure of his hands, pulling my body closer until our hips were cradling each
other. It was impossible to miss the evidence of his arousal pushing against me
and my body ignited in response, desire pooling between my legs.

Jackson reached up with
one hand, cupping my cheek and bending down so our breaths were mingling
together.

"Do you know how
much I want you?"

I looked up at him
wordlessly, unable to form a response. I felt caught in his web of seduction
and I surrendered myself to it.

Jackson smiled slowly,
bringing his head down further so that his lips were barely grazing mine. I
eagerly deepened the kiss, opening my mouth and welcoming the velvety softness
of his tongue stroking mine.

Jackson groaned and
crushed me even closer, pulling my hair out of its ponytail and gripping my
scalp with his hands as he seemed to lose control of the kiss. I was right
there with him as all my inhibitions went out the door. I eagerly tangled my
hands in his hair, urging him closer, begging him to kiss me harder and
welcoming the bruising force of his mouth on mine. I had never felt this kind
of passion before in my life and it felt exhilarating.

Jackson broke his mouth
free, breathing harshly and desire tightening his face. I whimpered in protest
at the loss of contact, but Jackson just gently brushed my cheek with the back
of his hand, the gesture so at odds with the fierce passion he had shown just
moments before.

"Are you sure,
Emma? I don't want you to regret this. We can go slower."

I shook my head.
"I want this just as much as you do."

Jackson grinned
crookedly. "That's a relief. If I stopped now, I'd probably have to take a
cold shower for days."

I smiled up at him,
thrilled that this beautiful man wanted me as badly as I wanted him. He led me
into his bedroom and I barely registered the large bed as he pulled me down
with him, rolling on top of me. The feeling of his muscular body pressing
against mine ignited my desire and my hard nipples pushed against his
unyielding chest. I parted my legs and cradled him, the yearning between my
thighs increasing to an almost painful level.

Jackson leaned down and
lightly nipped at my lips, but I wanted him too badly to go slow. I pulled his
head closer to mine and kissed him deeply. This time I was the one that invaded
his mouth with my tongue, stroking his eagerly and arching my body up against
him.

Jackson made a sound of
approval in his throat as he seemed to release the reign on his control,
matching me stroke for stroke with his tongue. His hand burrowed underneath my
shirt and the built-in bra, cupping my breast and stroking my hard nipple with
his rough thumb.

I whimpered and arched
against his hand, not wanting the sensation to stop.

"I need to see
you," Jackson muttered gutturally and he grabbed the edge of my shirt and
pulled it over my head, releasing my breasts heavy with arousal with one quick
pull. He drank me in greedily and then leaned down to lick one of my painfully
hard nipples.

"Oh God," I
moaned. "Please."

Jackson looked down at
me with glittering eyes. "You're so damn beautiful. All I could think
about while I watched you stretch was what you would look like naked. The
sounds you would make when I touched you. It's even better than anything I
could have imagined."

I was helpless against
his words and mouth as he leaned down and caught one of my nipples in his
mouth, sucking hard. The feeling was so exquisite that I felt like I was going
to come then and there. Jackson gave the same attention to my other nipple as I
threaded my hands through his hair, feeling as if it was a lifesaver in a sea
of sensations.

I reached down and
started pulling up his shirt, wanting to see him and feel his chest against me
with no clothes. Jackson propped himself up and pulled his shirt over his head
and then leaned back down to kiss me. The sensation of his bare chest against
my sensitized nipples was almost too much to handle as I kissed him back
wildly, running my hands down his muscular back.

"I need to see all
of you," Jackson muttered against my mouth. He kissed his way down my
body, running his tongue down my stomach until he met the top of my leggings
and skirt. He slowly and excruciating slipped my leggings and panties down my
legs.

I was too aroused to
feel any nervousness about baring myself to Jackson. All I could think about
was how much I wanted him inside of me. I reached down to pull off my skirt,
but Jackson stopped me.

"I want you
wearing that skirt while you have your legs wrapped around me. I've been
imagining you naked with nothing on except that see-through skirt since I saw
you wearing it.

My insides clenched as
warmth flooded between my legs at his words. Jackson leaned down and started
kissing my thighs, working closer and closer to my wetness until I thought I
would scream with desire.

When he gently stroked
my swollen lips with a finger, I had to bite my lip to stop from begging him to
take me.

"So wet," he
whispered as he looked up at me. "You're dripping wet for me."

I stared into his eyes,
seeing my own need mirrored in his. It was intensely erotic watching him lower
his head, his eyes still locked on mine. When I felt his tongue lick my
wetness, I cried out shamelessly.

"So sweet,"
he muttered as he drew my swollen bud into his mouth, suckling hard. My hips
shot off the bed as he kept his mouth on me, sucking on my aroused bud until I
felt like I could take no more. Until I felt him slip a finger inside of me.

"So tight and wet
for me."

I sobbed, thrashing my
head back and forth on the pillow. "Please. I need you inside of me."

I heard a zipper and
the crinkle of a foil packet and then Jackson was hovering over me, his face
tight with desire and the muscles in his arms corded as he supported himself
above me. My black skirt pooled around my waist as I wrapped my legs around
him.

"Tell me if I'm hurting
you," he said through clenched teeth as I felt the head of his arousal
invading my swollen lips. I arched my hips off the bed, eager to have him
inside me. My movement caused part of him to slide into me and I reveled at how
tightly he stretched me even without entering me fully.

"Fuck,"
Jackson hissed as he held himself still. He tried to smile at me, but I could
see the effort it was taking for him not to move. "Careful sweetheart or
this is going to be over before it's begun."

"I don't
care," I said, my need making me bold. "Please. Fuck me."

Jackson grinned,
looking almost feral as he slid deeper into me. "You got it."

I cried out in sweet
agony as he pounded into me, the fullness of him stretching me to the point of
pain. But I didn't care. All I cared about was him slamming into me, driving
the coil of pressure inside of me tighter and tighter until I couldn't take it
anymore. When he reached down and flicked the bud of my arousal as he continued
thrusting into me, I keened in pure pleasure as I felt waves and waves of my
orgasm undulating across my body.

After the pleasure of
my release faded, I looked up at Jackson. His teeth were gritted and his eyes
were dark as he continued to thrust into me, his clenched jaw showing just how
close he was. I reached up and caressed his jaw and that seemed to be his
undoing.

"Christ,
Emma," he groaned as he shuddered, his arousal pumping inside of me as he
found his release. It was a beautiful sight and I thought I would never forget
what Jackson Reynard looked like losing himself in me.

Jackson collapsed on
the bed and rolled over next to me, dragging me with him so that I was half on
top of him. He looked exhausted as he fought to catch his breath, his eyes
closed.

"Jackson? Are you
okay?"

Jackson opened his eyes,
their green depths sparkling as he grinned at me.

"I'd say I'm more
than okay."

I felt my sanity return
as the glow of the incredible hot sex I had just engaged in wore off. I was
uncomfortably aware of my legs sprawled on top of Jackson and my skirt bunched
up around my waist. My right arm was across Jackson's chest and he was lightly
stroking it with his fingertips. I was glaringly aware of how naked I was and I
got a good look at Jackson's arousal for the first time, impressive even at
half-mast.

I shifted my head to
look up at Jackson to find him watching me with a self-satisfied expression on
his face. I didn't know what the protocol was for one night stands since this
was my first one. It was still yet to be determined whether this would become a
full-blown fling.

"Well," I
said intelligently, not knowing what else to say.

Jackson raised his
eyebrows. "That's all you have to say? Well?"

"Well," I
repeated stupidly.

Jackson smiled gently
and craned his head down to kiss me softly on the mouth. Despite the
mind-blowing sex we had just had, I still felt the stirrings of desire from his
kiss.

"I seem to have
rendered you speechless. Hopefully in a good way."

I smiled, telling
myself I didn't have anything to be embarrassed about. People did these kinds of
things all the time. It had been fun. I shouldn't be embarrassed about it.

"I'm still trying
to figure out how many more times we have to do that for me to work off the
chicken marsala."

Jackson chuckled.
"Four or five times. At least."

I raised an eyebrow.
"Then I won't be able to walk out of here."

"Who said anything
about you walking out of here?"

I looked at him
blankly, not knowing how to answer.

"What time do you
have to be at work tomorrow?" he asked.

"Nine
o'clock."

Jackson moved to his
side, shifting me so that I was on my side as well facing him. He propped his
head up with his hand and absently started stroking my back with the other.

"If you stay over,
I promise to get you back to your apartment tomorrow morning so that you have
enough time to get ready for work."

I felt tingles of
pleasure at Jackson's apparent desire to have me stay.

"I guess it's okay
then," I replied, masking my eagerness.

Jackson quirked his
mouth. "Don't sound so excited by the prospect."

I grinned, shedding my
facade of nonchalance. "I'll jump up and down in excitement about it
later. Right now, I'm too worn out from the workout you just put me
through."

Jackson beamed and I
felt a warmth flood my insides at the boyish happiness on his face.

"That means you
get rewarded with dessert."

I arched a brow.
"Didn't we just have dessert?"

Jackson winked at me.
"I like those naughty thoughts. But I have an actual cake waiting for
us."

Jackson gave me a quick
kiss and got up from the bed. I looked at him with unabashed admiration.
Jackson clothed was out of this world, but Jackson naked was a revelation. His
body was perfectly chiseled with muscles without the heavy bulk. And that was
before my eyes traveled lower. It was hard to look away as he peeled off the
condom and threw it into a nearby trashcan.

Jackson pulled on his
shorts and grinned at me lying in bed watching him.

"I could look at
you like that all day."

I flushed as I realized
how wanton I must look, draped across his bed naked except for a sheer film of
a skirt. I tugged it down, but the material was so flimsy that it was
see-through and didn't hide anything. My body was marked with our recent
passion, my nipples swollen and my inner thighs red from the scrape of
Jackson's stubble.

I pulled a sheet to
cover myself but Jackson stopped me. "Don't do that. You're
beautiful."

He bent his head down
and softly kissed one of my nipples. I held my breath as he looked up at me. He
smiled at me faintly.

"I better stop or
we'll never get to dessert."

I laughed and got up
from the bed, feeling desirable as I saw Jackson's eyes rake over me. I reached
down to grab my leggings and shirt from the floor where they had been discarded
earlier.

"Can't you just
wear that skirt?"

"Jackson, I'm not
parading around here almost naked. Especially while I'm shoveling cake into my
mouth."

"Okay,"
Jackson relented, although he looked disappointed. He rummaged through his
dresser and pulled out a t-shirt. "Why don't you just wear this. I'll be a
lot more comfortable and you can sleep in it."

I took the t-shirt that
Jackson handed me and slipped it over my head, thrilled that he was being so
considerate. I slipped off the skirt and pulled my panties back on, running my
fingers through my hair and hoping it didn't look too much of a mess.

"Did you go to
Columbia?" I asked, looking down at the lettering of the shirt I was now
swimming in. The hem of the shirt went halfway down my thighs since Jackson was
so much taller than I was.

"Yeah,"
Jackson said as he took my hand and drew me into the living room.

"Smart and a good
cook," I observed as I sat down on the couch. "What girl could
resist?"

"Certainly not
you," Jackson said, looking at me innocently.

"Very funny,"
I replied in a stern voice, but I ruined the effect by laughing. "Now
where's my cake?"

Jackson sighed in mock
disappointment. "Now that she's had her way with me, she only wants me for
my dessert."

I felt myself grinning
widely as Jackson disappeared into the kitchen. I couldn't remember the last
time I had so much fun bantering with someone. Especially after a hot session
of sex. Yes, I was definitely going to have a summer fling.