Page 105 of Timid (Lark Cove 2)

I obeyed, the excitement running through my blood making my fingers fumble on my thong. But as soon as I had it around my ankles, I kicked it to the floor.

Jackson still had his jeans on. They were unbuttoned, hanging from the delicious V that I loved to trace with my tongue. When I reached for the zipper, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “Leave them.”

He climbed on the bed, lying right in the middle on his back. His gorgeous face looked up at me like I was his last meal.

“Get over here, babe.”

“Okay,” I breathed. “Where?”

He pointed to his mouth. “Right. Here.”

A shiver ran over my shoulders as I straddled his waist. Then inch by inch, I scooted my knees forward. My center hovered over his washboard abs, then over the valley between his hard pecs. Finally, he helped me over his arms so my knees were planted right by his ears.

“Grab the headboard.”

I nodded, placing my hands on the frame in front of me. “Like this?”

“Mm-hmm.” He hummed right against my pussy. “Hold on tight.” The feel of his hot breath on my clit made my inner walls quiver.

Jackson dragged his tongue along my slit in a slow, torturous motion.

“Oh. My. God.” My head lulled to the side as he did it again.

“You taste so fucking good, Willa.”

I moaned as his hands came from underneath my legs, gripping the curve of my ass. His fingertips dug in hard, sending a rush of heat to my core.

“Now ride my face.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but as his mouth latched onto my clit, alternating between sucking and lapping me up with his flat tongue, my body figured it out fast.

My knees and legs were shaking as I rocked against his mouth and his stubble tickled the insides of my thighs.

The cries that came from my chest were free and loud, filling my small apartment with pure ecstasy as Jackson added his own groans.

“I’m going to come,” I gasped.

He responded with a hard suck on my clit, sending me over the edge. Pulse after pulse, I came over his mouth. He kept me from falling with his hands, and when I was a boneless mess, still quaking from the aftershocks, he carefully helped me off his face.

“Wowzah.” I swiped the sweaty hair from my forehead as I took Jackson’s place with my back on the bed.

“Liked that, huh?” He smirked as he worked off his jeans. When his thick, hard cock bobbed free, I licked my lips.

“My turn?” I suggested, but he shook his head.

“I’m going to come inside you tonight and not in your mouth.” With a tight fist, he stroked his swollen flesh up and down until a glistening drop formed at the tip. He kneeled on the bed, letting go of his cock so he could grab my knees and spread them wide.

“I missed you,” he whispered, lining himself up with my entrance.

“I missed you too.”

I held his eyes as he inched inside, stretching me as he buried himself deep. Then he bent, touching his forehead to mine, and let go of all restraint. He drove us up high, using hard and fast strokes until I was whimpering and ready to explode. His big hands came to my breasts, tugging on my nipples and the sensation sent me over the edge.

I cried out, practically screaming his name as he dropped his face into my hair and shot his hot release inside me.

Yes, Jackson had fucked me. It had been hard and rough and perfect. But it hadn’t been the cheap sex June and Hannah bragged about. Jackson and I fucked and we loved.

We had both.