Page 45 of Rumours and Romance
“Shit. Wait.” Jackson freezes above me, breathing heavily. “We need a condom.”
He slides out of me, and leans over to grab one from the drawer of his bedside table. His fingers are fumbling, probably from having to stop so suddenly. It’s cute, but I need him to hurry the fuck up. My fingers drift down to play with my clit. The second he realizes what I’m doing, Jackson swats away my hand.
“No. Mine.”
I cock my head and smirk at him. “Okay, caveman. Then hurry up.”
He lunges back over me, grabs one of my legs, lifting it up over his shoulder before he slides slowly into my throbbing heat. “I don’t want to hurry. I want this to last forever.”
The raw words hit me square in the chest, making my heart squeeze. Jackson drops his head down to meet mine, as he moves at an agonizing pace, grinding against me with every thrust. Warm waves of pleasure hit me one after the other, making my pleasure coil tighter than a spring. He nuzzles into my neck, kissing my heated skin. I can hear he’s muttering something, but I can’t make it out over the buzzing in my ears from my impending orgasm. I’m clutching at him, digging my nails into his skin, when his hands take mine and lift them over my head, trapping them in place. “Oh God, yes, Jackson, I’m so close. So…close.” His hips pick up the pace, moving in and out of me, stroking every inch of me. The change in position is apparently all that my body needs. I clench around him, and his answering groan sends me impossibly higher until we’re crying out each others names as our orgasms take over.
The alarm on my phone has been going off for several seconds before I manage to muster the energy to turn it off. Parts of my body are deliciously sore from the three, or was it four, orgasms Jackson gave me last night. I’m exhausted, but happy. So, so, so happy.
I turn over in his arms, and his grip around me tightens.
“Mmm. We have to get up, don’t we,” he mumbles into my hair.
I smile, bringing my hand up to cup his cheek. “I do. You don’t. Come in for a muffin later.”
He groans and stretches his body, bringing every naked inch into even closer contact with me. “No, you get up, I get up. That’s how this works, babe.”
For some reason the fact that he’s willing to wake up so early with me, just because, means a lot. I’ve never had anyone in my life who wanted to do that.
But I know I’m more of a morning person than he is, simply because I’m used to it. So I push back the covers and sit up. But his arm wraps around my middle and tugs me back down.
“Five more minutes?” His tone is so adorably pleading, I comply with a giggle, laying back down and snuggling into his arms.
“Only five.”
We lay there in the early morning stillness. His arms are banded around me, holding me close, and everything feels so perfectly right. Suddenly a furry weight jumps onto the bed, and Harley starts to knead the covers on Jackson’s chest.
“Dammit, cat, it’s too early,” he groans.
“Sorry,” I giggle. “I guess he heard my alarm.”
Jackson pushes the cat away and sits up. “That’s fine. We’ll all get used to the new schedule.”
The way he says it makes me think he plans on being with me overnight a lot, and the thought makes me smile. Seeing his naked ass when he stands up and goes toward the bathroom doesn’t hurt, either. He must sense me staring, because he turns in the doorway and braces his hands on the top of the frame, unashamedly displaying his delicious body.
“Like what you see, babe?”
I nod slowly, and he prowls back over to me. When he’s standing in front of me, his hands go under my arms and he lifts me up, straight into his arms.
“If you’re gonna stare at me like that, at least do it in the shower so we can multitask.”
I shriek and hang on tightly as he walks us into the bathroom, not setting me down until I’m in the shower with every inch of his naked body in front of me. He blocks the spray of water until the temperature is perfect, then he turns me so the water cascades over my body.
“You look like you’re going to devour me,” I say, taking in his hooded eyes that prowl over my body.
“I want to.”
His words send a shiver of anticipation down my spine. But then he picks up the shampoo, squirts some into his hands, and starts washing my hair.
“What happened to devouring me?” I place my hands on my hips in a mock pout, even as I feel my shoulders relax under the feel of his hands massaging my hair.
His lips kiss my neck, dragging their way up to my ear. “If I took the time that I need to devour you, no one would get any muffins today.” I’m about to protest that I don’t give a shit about muffins right now, when he continues. “I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight.”
He tips my head back under the water to rinse my hair, and I arch my back. My eyes are closed, so I don’t realize what he’s doing until his lips close around my nipple, making me gasp.
