Page 10 of Untamed
Jackson’s words echoed in my mind, and my body moved as if I had no choice. Really, I wasn’t sure that I did.
“Touch me.” Turning my head, my lips grazed the line of Jackson’s jaw. He hummed, low in his throat, as I lifted my arms and reached back to circle them around his neck. In front of me, Jasper settled those huge hands of his at my waist then pressed his body against mine.
I was surrounded, by hardness, by heat. Jasper was staring down at me, so intent on studying the angles of my face that I had to close my eyes.
One hand slid up to press against my cheek, turning me back to face Jasper. “Eyes on him, girl.”
Something shuddered through me this time when Jasper’s stare met mine. I’d wondered earlier today what it would be like to have his undivided attention focused on me, and now I knew.
The barest hint of a smile ghosted around the corners of his lips, and he inclined his head in the slightest nod. I knew he was telling me to continue, to enjoy the feel of Jackson’s body against mine. Knowing that Jasper was watching like a predator, coiled to strike at any moment, ignited the low licks of fire to full flame.
Against me, I could feel Jasper’s arousal, his hard length pressing against the softness of my belly. He was turned on because I was dancing with Jackson. I didn’t understand why, entirely—maybe because he knew, he had to know, that at the end of it all I would leave with him.
I moaned slightly, my fingers tangling in the hair at the base of Jackson’s neck. He hissed when I tugged, and in response he slid his hands up, brushing ever so lightly against the sides of my breasts. Nothing overt, nothing that would make me embarrassed around my colleagues in the morning, but enough to make Jasper moan slightly, pressing his erection against me.
Jasper copied Jackson, his hands stroking up from my waist, stroking the undersides of my breasts. Jackson’s touch felt good, but God, oh God, Jasper’s set me on fire.
I held his gaze as Jackson stroked calloused hands over my shoulders, my neck, my arms, my hips. Each touch ratcheted my excitement higher and higher still, and when the song ended, I released a huge shudder.
Dipping his head, Jasper brushed his lips over the curve of my neck. Need was coiling hot and tight inside of me with nowhere to go. “Thank your friend for the dance. Then come to me.”
Closing my eyes against the stare penetrating my own, I tipped my head back. “Thank you for the dance.”
“You can thank me by having a drink with me.” Jackson kissed the top of my head. I turned to face him as Jasper faded away into the crowd, and he snagged two shot glasses off the tray of a passing waitress, who simply cast him an exasperated smile.
“That’s going on your tab, Jackson,” she called as she pivoted, heading back toward the bar.
He just nodded, attention returning to me. With a hand on the small of my back, he guided me to the closest empty table, setting one of the shot glasses down.
“No lime,” he commented, picking up a salt shaker with a grin. “We’ll make do.”
“What—” My question was cut off when, without warning, he dipped his head and pressed his lips to the tender place where shoulder and neck met.
I gasped as he trailed his tongue in one slow, wet trail over my skin. My head fell back as he sprinkled salt on the dampness, then licked again, his tongue sweeping the grains from my skin.
I was left with weak knees and arousal weighing heavily in my belly as he tossed his head back and did his shot. Sinking my teeth into my lower lip as he handed me my own, I again felt my stare pulled to Jasper.
He was watching with hooded eyes—bedroom eyes. The look on his face was so filthy, I could easily imagine it playing over his features from above as he sank inside me.
Jesus.Could a woman come from a look alone?
“Come on, girl. Take him over the edge before you go claim your prize.” Handing me the salt shaker with a small smile, one tinged with no small measure of his own arousal, Jackson pulled out a chair and seated his large frame on the edge of it so that I could reach his neck without straining.
My breath was coming in pants, but as I bent over Jackson, my entire body felt pulled toward Jasper. Jackson was an appetizer. Jasper was the main course and dessert, all in one.
Aware of every move, every small shift of my body, I dipped my head and pressed a kiss to Jackson’s neck, pleased when he moaned, low and quiet, at the press of my lips on his skin. Overly eager, I pulled back and sprinkled the salt just over the dampness from where I had kissed him, making him laugh, but took my time licking the salt from his skin.
One large shudder racked his frame, and then I tipped my head back and did my shot. The tequila seared a path straight down my throat but added no heat inside my core.
When I again faced Jasper, I was already molten.
“I think your man is primed and ready.” Jackson grinned down at me. “I wish it was my bed you were headed to, but at least one of us is going to have their mind blown tonight.”
“I…thank you.” In the first awkward moment since he’d approached me at the bar, I turned my full attention on Jackson. “Why—?”
“It’s no hardship to share in someone else’s pleasure, even if you aren’t the center of it.” In a movement so fast I gasped, he pulled me to him, chest to chest, those thick fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. “And maybe it will give you more pleasure still to know that while he’s inside you, I’ll be somewhere with my cock in my fist, thinking of the two of you together. Now go.”
Releasing me abruptly, he spun me in Jasper’s direction. So lust-drunk was I that I didn’t think—I couldn’t have—before I made my way straight toward what I’d been wanting—longing for—since I’d set eyes on him.
