“He’s a good actor!”
“Oh my God. You own every season of Battlestar Galactica. Nerd!”
He scowled at her. “Would you just pick somethin’ already?”
Eventually she chose one of the Hanks films—Big, which Jackson had seen a hundred times and would never get tired of.
Mia sat beside him but kept a good foot of space between them, a travesty that he quickly remedied.
“Uh-uh, get over here.” He slung his arm around her shoulder and pulled her toward him so that she was snuggled at his side.
Her body was stiff at first, but as the opening credits flashed on the screen, she started to relax. The warmth of her body seeped into him and brought a goofy grin to his face. It felt nice holding her like this, and when she shifted closer and leaned her head on his shoulder, he experienced a rush of serenity that spread through him and loosened every muscle in his body.
They laughed a lot during the movie but didn’t say much save for the occasional observation about the plot. Jackson didn’t mind, though. He was enjoying Mia’s company, her laughter, the sweet scent of her shampoo. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages.
Sadly, his state of relaxation didn’t last. Nope, because Mia had suddenly placed her hand on his thigh.
As if on cue, his groin stirred. There was nothing sexual about her touch, yet it set his body on fire and pretty much eliminated any chance of paying attention to the movie. All night he’d been trying valiantly not to think about the kiss they’d shared on their last date or the accidental orgasm he’d given her, but now the memories flooded his brain, making it hard to breathe.
He’d jacked off when he’d returned home that night, coming hard to the memory of Mia’s molten hot pussy tingling beneath his palm and the sexy little whimpering sounds she’d made when she’d orgasmed. He’d gotten her off in a parking lot, up against her truck where anyone could have caught them.
And the entire situation had left him feeling…intrigued. For a woman who claimed to not like sex, she’d been so uninhibited, coming apart so fast his ego had inflated like a balloon.
Obviously Mia possessed a sexual wild side that she didn’t know existed, but he’d witnessed it firsthand on their date, and he desperately wanted to explore it further. He wanted to unleash all that passion she kept buried deep inside. He wanted to make her whimper again, to find out what made her moan, what made her scream.
Somehow he made it through to the end of the movie without acting on the intense arousal wreaking havoc on his lower body—or alerting Mia to the fact that he had a raging boner. Fortunately, her gaze stayed on the screen, sparing him the embarrassment of explaining why his cock was attempting to tunnel its way out of his jeans.
The moment the end credits scrolled across the screen, any hope of hiding his desire disappeared. All Mia had to do was take one look at his face. Which she did, and promptly gave a sharp intake of breath.
“Jeez, don’t look at me like that,” she grumbled.
“Like what?” His voice came out hoarse.
“Like you want to…um…”
“Want to what? Kiss you? Because I do, sugar.” He moistened his lips with his tongue. “Actually, you know what? I’m totally gonna do it.”
Before she could reply, he lowered his head and captured her mouth in a long, drugging kiss that made his head spin.
Her lips were warm and pliant, her tongue hesitant as it darted out to taste his. Jackson groaned. He slid his tongue into Mia’s mouth with one sensual stroke, teasing and exploring until they were both panting. When they came up for air, he took advantage of her hazy expression and nudged her backward onto the sofa cushions.
Breathing hard, he lowered his body over hers, propped his arms on either side of her so that he wasn’t crushing her, and then kissed her again.
She moaned, a throaty, desperate sound that quickened his pulse. She was so soft, tasted so sweet. And Lord, he could feel her nipples poking against his pecs, right through her clothing.
“Your nipples are hard,” he rasped, tearing his mouth off hers.
She sighed. “That’s because you’re rubbing your sexy chest all over them.”
“You think my chest is sexy?”
“Are you kidding? I haven’t even seen it bare but I already know I want to have a calendar of it made up.”
He chuckled and brushed his lips over hers. “I love kissing you, darlin’.”
They exchanged a tongue-tangling kiss and she moaned again, which only summoned another laugh from him.
“See,” he teased, stroking her cheek with his fingertips. “Foolin’ around can be fun.” He arched his eyebrows. “Or are you gonna tell me you’re bored?”
“Shockingly enough, I am the furthest thing from bor—” She squeaked in delight when he moved his hand to her chest and squeezed one breast.
“You like that?”
“Mmmmm.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He brought his other hand into play and began toying with her breasts, kneading and stroking until she was squirming on the couch.
His cock was an iron spike, straining against his zipper and pleading for some attention, but Jackson ignored the big guy’s pleas and channeled all his energy on Mia. On making her feel so good she’d never use the words sex and boring in the same sentence again.
“I want to see these perfect tits of yours,” he muttered, reaching for the bottom of her shirt.
She shivered as he slowly slid the cotton fabric up and over her head, leaving her in a black bikini-style bra. “They’re small,” she warned him.
He disagreed instantly. “Perfect,” he repeated.
“Yeah, I’m sure my barely-a-B-cup is a major turn-on.”
“You sayin’ I’m not turned on?” He ground his erection on her pelvis. “How’s that for turned on?”
Her lips widened in a little O, a glaze of lust darkening her eyes. “My boobs get you that hard?”
“Yup.”
He traced the swell of each one with his finger, then undid the front clasp and exposed her to his gaze. Her breasts were indeed small, but they were damn perky, with pearly-pink nipples that made his mouth water.
“Sweet Lord, I want to eat you up.”
With a husky growl, he dipped his head, took one rigid nipple between his lips and sucked hard. He knew he was being a little too rough, but he was so overcome with lust he couldn’t rein himself in. Luckily, Mia wasn’t complaining.
The sexiest sounds he’d ever heard escaped her throat as he feasted on her breasts. He licked every inch of exposed flesh, teasing her, drawing out her pleasure. When his teeth gently nibbled on a nipple, Mia’s lower body almost shot off the couch.
“Oh God. Do that again.”
His breathing grew shallow. “You like the biting?”
“Yes.”
He bit harder this time, then flicked his tongue over the tip of her nipple to soothe the ache. He did it over and over again, focusing on one nipple, then the other, all the while grinding his pelvis against hers in a futile attempt to give his throbbing cock some kind of relief.
When the ache became unbearable, he shifted positions so that his groin was nestled beside her, and then reached for the button of her jeans. He popped it open deftly and dragged her zipper down.
“I’m gonna make you come again, Mia.”
An anguished noise left her mouth. “God. Please.”
He had her jeans and panties off in the blink of an eye. His gaze roamed her naked body, and when it reached her completely bare pussy, his breath caught in his throat.
“I don’t have a lot of time for grooming,” she said sheepishly. “So I just wax it all off every month.”
Saliva pooled in his mouth. Goddammit, he wanted to taste her. Wanted to slide down her body and fuck her sweet pussy with his mouth until she was screaming in ecstasy. But he wouldn’t. Not tonight, anyway. Nope, tonight he had a plan and he intended on sticking to it.
The plan, of
course, was to tease the living daylights out of her on every single date so she’d always be left wanting more.
He skimmed his palm over her flat belly, smiling when her muscles quivered in anticipation. Ever so slowly, his hand made its way to her smooth mound. With the tip of his index finger, he lightly grazed her clit.
Mia jerked with a rapid breath. “More,” she begged.
“More…” He trailed off thoughtfully. “More what?”
“More everything,” she sputtered. “Just…touch me, damn it.”
“I am touching you.” To punctuate that, he idly stroked her clit again.
“Damn it, Jackson. I. Want. More.”
For a woman who insisted that she wasn’t into sex, she had no problem voicing her needs.
With a faint smile, he applied more pressure on her clit, rubbing in a steady, circular motion.
The second she purred in pleasure, he stopped.
“Jackson.” Desperation and displeasure clung to her voice.
“Patience, Mia,” he chided. “I don’t just hand out orgasms willy-nilly.”
Her hips moved restlessly as she tried to make contact with his fingers again. “I hate you.”
He planted a quick kiss on her lips before meeting her gaze. “I’m gonna make you beg for it.”
“I am begging!”
“Nah, this ain’t beggin’. Not yet, anyway.”
Very methodically, he rubbed his palm over her. Heat and moisture suffused his hand, and his cock grew impossibly harder, painfully pressing into his zipper.
He watched Mia’s face as he stroked her, loving the cloudy passion in her eyes, the rosy blush on her cheeks, the way she kept licking her lips before parting them sensually. When he traced her slit with one finger, she let out a soft sigh, and then, when he dipped that finger in the wetness pooling at her opening, the sigh became a groan of agitation.
His gaze remained locked with hers. Soon his finger was coated with her juices, which made it dang easy to slide inside her. Her inner muscles instantly clamped around his finger, trapping it there.
“You’re so tight.” His voice was strangled, his lower body an inferno of blind lust.
She whimpered and rocked her hips, trying to quicken his pace, but that only got her a soft tsking sound and the retreat of his hand.
“No,” she choked out. “Please don’t stop. Please.”
A laugh rumbled out. “Aw, I’m sorry. I figured you were bored.”
The taunt earned him a sharp thwack on the arm. Shit, her little fist was a lot stronger than he’d thought.
Grinning, Jackson resumed his tormenting, his thumb seeking out her clit as he pushed two fingers in deep and stroked her tight channel.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “That’s so good.”
Her sweet juices soaked his hand, and he could feel her clit pulsing beneath the pad of his thumb. As he worked her pussy, he continued to watch her, each moan and shiver telling him exactly what she liked.
“I’m gonna add another finger, sugar,” he murmured. “And I’m gonna fuck you hard now.”
She shuddered, her eyes shining with excitement. “Do it. Please.”
She was so tight that the third finger succeeded in filling her completely. Her pussy squeezed his hand like a vise, a wickedly naughty omen of what it would feel like when his cock was buried inside it. Christ, he couldn’t wait. Fucking this woman had just become his sole purpose in life.
Jackson nuzzled her neck as he fingered her. When he heard her breathing quicken and saw her eyes go unfocused, he stilled his movements.
“Jackson.” She was practically wailing now.
He shot her an innocent smile. “Jackson, what?”
“Make me come. Please, please, please make me come. Please, please, plea—”
He cut her off by lowering his head to one breast, capturing her nipple between his teeth, and thrusting his fingers so deep inside her that her whole body convulsed against him.
The force of Mia’s orgasm detonated the room. The air sizzled, the walls crackled, the couch cushions squeaked. And through it all, her hot, wet pussy pulsed and rippled against his hand and her breathless moans vibrated in his shoulder.
When she finally went limp, he propped up on one elbow and smiled down at her. “That was some real nice beggin’ at the end, baby doll.”
Her green eyes took a long time to focus. “What…the…hell…did you just do to me?” she mumbled. “I’ve never…”
“Never what?”
“Come that hard before.” Her cheeks were pink again, this time from palpable embarrassment.
He stifled a sigh. “You’ve gotta stop gettin’ all embarrassed whenever you let go.”
“I don’t do that. Do I?” She sounded troubled.
“’Fraid you do. But there’s nothin’ wrong with coming so hard that you drench my couch, or letting a man get you off in public. Sex doesn’t have to be confined to a bedroom, with the missionary position and the lights off.”
“Sex?” She choked out a laugh. “We haven’t even done that yet!”
A grin stretched across his face. “Yet?”
As expected, she backpedaled like crazy. “I mean…I didn’t…argh. I’m not saying sex is inevitable. It might never happen, okay?”
“Uh-huh. If you say so.” The grin widened. “You better get dressed now, sugar. It’s past eleven, and if we don’t get you home by midnight, you’ll be eating crow after that riot act you read your brother.”
She blinked. “Wait—you’re taking me home?” Her gaze lowered to the enormous bulge in his pants. “But you didn’t…”
“Trust me, I enjoyed this as much as you did.” He shrugged. “I don’t need to come to consider this a successful second date.”
“And let me guess,” she said as she fumbled around for her discarded clothing, “you’re about to demand a third date.”
He beamed at her. “You already know me well, darlin’.”
“I’m not sure when I’m free next…”
“I told you, I’ll take whatever I can get.” Noticing her hesitation, he let out an unhappy breath. “C’mon, Mia, I know you want to keep hanging out, and I don’t wanna have to twist your arm for another date each time I see you. So can’t we just say we’re dating and go from there?”
She distracted him for a second by wiggling into her panties. “How’s this?” she said once her jeans were on. “I’ll date you—”
“Deal.”
“—but—” she rolled her eyes, “—that doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship. No strings, no commitments, and if I get really busy, you have to back off. You’re not allowed to get possessive or clingy on me.”
“I won’t,” he promised.
She blushed. “And despite what just happened here tonight, sex isn’t necessarily a given, okay?”
“We’ll go at your pace. Your terms.”
It was difficult to say those words—when it came to sex, he liked to be the one calling the shots—but he knew that pushing her right now wouldn’t be a smart move. He couldn’t force her to lower her inhibitions. She had to reach that point all by herself.
But he was confident she’d get there. Mia Weldrick didn’t know it yet, but she was about to embark on the sexual journey of her life—and she was going to love every second of it.
6
Four days later, Jackson left the base after a grueling day-long workout that had turned his legs to jelly. A class of SEAL recruits had just arrived in Coronado, and the powers that be always requested that a few active-duty pros show the new hopefuls what they could expect during their training. Jackson and several of his teammates had been chosen to showcase their skills, which involved target shooting, timed dives, a HALO jump and running the infamous obstacle course not once but three times.
He hadn’t felt this exhausted since his own basic training, and it was a miracle his legs managed to carry him outside to his truck.
“Wanna hang out tonight?” Dylan asked, falli
ng into step beside him.
The blond man’s hair was still wet from the ocean, his camo gear still covered in sand and dust, yet his expression was downright chipper as he moved with energetic strides that none of the other men possessed at the moment.
“Can’t,” Jackson answered. “I’ve got plans with Mia.”
Dylan sighed loudly. “Why doesn’t anyone want to hang out with me?”
Seth stalked up, his gray eyes rimmed with fatigue. “Because we’ve all got women to go home to. After a day like today, all I want to do is lie naked on my bed while my wife fucks me senseless.”
“Ditto,” Cash said, sounding dead-ass tired. “Jen’s gonna have to do all the work tonight, no doubt about it.”
“That won’t be a problem for my girl,” Matt O’Connor, one of their senior members, piped up with a grin. “Savannah likes being in charge.”
Ryan Evans hooted. “That’s because Savannah is a sex maniac.”
Matt hooted right back. “And Annabelle isn’t?”
“Face it,” Cash said. “We’re all involved with sex maniacs.”
“Well, aren’t you guys so lucky,” Dylan said glumly as he opened the passenger door of Cash’s SUV. “You get to go home and have sex tonight, while I’m all alone feeling sad. Would it kill one of you assholes to put your friend ahead of your cock?”
“Dude, your cock gets more action than the four of us combined,” Matt drawled in his Southern accent.
“Yeah, you’ve got two people pawing at it every night,” Ryan cracked.
Dylan stuck out his chin. “Not at the moment. And not for two more weeks.”
Seth cocked a challenging brow. “I swear to God, man, if you keep complaining about not having anyone to fuck, I’ll call your bluff and fuck you myself.”
The other man smirked. “Sorry, you’re not my type.”
“Bullshit. I’m everyone’s type.”
As amusing as Jackson found the exchange, he was eager to get going. He still had to go home and shower before he headed over to Mia’s apartment. They would only have two hours of alone time before Danny came home from football practice, and Jackson wanted to make use of every second he had her to himself.
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