Page 64 of Timid (Lark Cove 2)

Jackson chuckled and tugged my hands away. Then his mouth slowly descended toward mine. “We’re definitely doing something, cupcake.”

I grimaced. “No on cupcake.”

He chuckled. With his lips so close, the vibration skimmed my cheek. “Sugar?” He kissed the corner of my mouth.

My eyelids drifted closed as I whispered, “No.”

“Sweetness?” Another kiss, this time to the other corner of my lips.

“No.” I wasn’t a donut.

Jackson’s soft lips trailed up my cheek, leaving tingles as they went to my ear. “Darling?”

“Uh-uh.”

He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and I went limp, falling forward into his chest. Who knew his tongue in my ear would be such a turn on?

“More.” My hands went to his chest, pressing into the cotton of his gray button-down shirt.

His lips followed their trail backward toward my mouth. His smooth jaw was hot and hard against my cheek, and even without his normal stubble, it left a burn.

“Dear? Honey?”

“Dad calls Mom dear. He calls me honey.”

Jackson growled, taking his lips away from my face and ducking down to attach them at my collarbone.

I sagged into the back of the couch, completely dazed that he found all these new spots to make me melt.

“Princess?” he murmured against my neck.

My head lulled to the side. “That’s for little girls with pigtails.”

“Boo?”

“Absolutely not,” I breathed. “Keep going.” My hands went to the back of his head, his short hair soft against my palms as I pulled him closer.

His tongue came out, licking as his lips peppered kisses across my neck. “Doll?”

“Uh-uh.”

Another peppered kiss. “Cookie?”

I shook my head, inching my butt across the couch to get closer.

Straddle him. Now was the time for straddling.

My fingers left his chest and came to my skirt. I gathered the hem in my fists, dragging it up my thighs.

To my surprise, Jackson’s hands came down to help. His calloused fingers skimmed the sensitive skin of my legs, sending my heart into overdrive. The minute my knees were no longer constricted by the hem, I spread them apart.

In my haste, I pulled too hard and a small ripping noise came from the slit now bunched by my rear. That didn’t stop me. This was my most expensive dress, but I’d have Mom mend it later.

My hands shoved at Jackson’s brawny shoulders, sending him back into the couch, as I climbed onto his lap.

The second my core settled against the rough denim of his jeans, I let out a soft moan. His erection was sizeable beneath his zipper, beneath me, and it made my mouth go dry again. I was dizzy and hot and the tension coiling in my center was making me squirm.

It. Was. Incredible.