More Than Physical (The Physical Series Book Book 2)

by Hill, Sierra

  Jackson’s mouth continued to possess Sasha’s, their breaths intermingling in a dance of heated lust. He was never going to get enough of her warm, wet lips. His body, heart and mind were at her mercy, whether she knew it or not.

  Jackson had fantasized about fucking Sasha up against a wall, pinning her hands above her head, her back arching, breasts pushed up under the force of his thrusts. That fantasy was good, but not nearly as hot as experiencing the real thing. The heat from her body burned through their barriers of clothing. He knew, without a doubt, that her panties would be soaking wet when he trailed his finger across her sex.

  Sasha bit his lower lip, the sharp bite of pain shooting straight to his cock, making him harder than he already was. She wanted to play rough, huh? Well, he could definitely give her what she wanted.

  He reluctantly let go of her mouth, bending his head so his mouth was at her ear, nipping at her lobe and then licking around the shell. Her body quivered at the touch.

  His warm breath wisped across her neck. “Turn around and put your hands against the wall,” he murmured, pausing when her head popped up in protest. “And don’t you say a fucking word. You make even one sound, and I’ll stop and leave you wet and wanting. Understand me? Now do it.”

  Jackson felt the pleasure swirling in his gut as he watched Sasha do exactly as he commanded. It was a weird sense of power, taking control from a woman who didn’t easily submit. He’d honestly never tried it with any other woman he’d been with before. Being a thoughtful, kind lover was what he thought was expected of him, and which he always made sure to be. With Sasha though? She seemed to enjoy his commanding presence. It turned her on to give up control, allowing him to take over so she could lose herself in the process.

  Sasha quivered at his first touch over her stomach, his fingers gliding over the smooth silk of her skin, circling her navel before dipping in to the waistband of her jeans. Jackson made quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping her pants, parting the flaps and snaking his hand down underneath her panties. Fuck yeah, she was wet.

  Sasha’s breath caught as Jackson’s finger fluttered across her swollen seam – the feel of her slippery, aroused flesh against the cotton panel nearly sending him to his knees. That whimpering sound and the welcoming warmth of her body had his cock straining against his briefs, pressing against her ass cheeks.

  “Are you wet for me, Sash?” he asked, his voice harsh and desperate. “Or is this from dancing with Dylan? Did you want him to fuck you?”

  He wasn’t sure where the jealousy stemmed from, but all he knew was he wanted Sasha to himself and hated the fact that she was flirting with another man. Her body stiffened as she tried to resist, pushing away from the wall. Jackson increased his grip around her waist, locking her in tight leaving no room for movement. Sasha shook her head in protest.

  “Yes…no. You made me wet. I’ve never wanted Dylan…only you, Jax.”

  He smiled against the curve of her ear, licking and nibbling the soft skin underneath, working his way down the sensitive valley of her neck. If he weren’t concerned she’d kick him in the balls, he’d mark her, making sure everyone knew she belonged to him. Maybe that did make him a Neanderthal. He did drag her back here to have his way with her.

  “Good. Now I’m going to make you come, hard and fast.” He moved one hand to cover her mouth, the other hand working between her legs. “Now don’t make a fucking sound.”

  ****

  Everything leading up to that point was a blur. All the back and forth between them, the push and pull, the questions in her head about what he meant to her. None of it mattered anymore. It was all a moot point, as long as he continued to do what he was doing in that moment.

  All the strain of what had happened recently with her father, the stress of work, all the time spent on planning this party and Rylie’s upcoming wedding. It all dissipated from her mind, melting away like snow in May with every touch of Jackson’s talented fingers, laying claim to her body. The pleasure was so intense, so perfect, she was ready to explode at any given moment.

  Sasha both loved and hated Jax for telling her to keep quiet. He knew it was tough for her to stay quiet when he made her come. She had to bite her lip to hold back the loud moans trying to escape. Had she always been like that with other men, or was it just what Jackson did to her? He made her want to scream his name every time he kissed, licked, tongued, fingered or fucked her. Everything about him made her feel good…alive. Desired. Loved.

  Jackson moved the fabric of her panties aside, curling a long finger inside her, his thumb deftly circling her swollen sex as he continued to rain kisses down her neck, his breath hot and heady. The cold of the cement wall was a contradiction to the hot body she was pinned against. Another finger was added and she groaned – loudly - circling her hips wantonly against his arousal while fucking his hand simultaneously.

  He bit a spot on her shoulder, causing another gasp to escape her mouth. “You make another sound like that, and I’m going to find another way to keep your mouth quiet.”

  “Mmm. Yes, please.” She smiled at his reaction when she slipped her lips over his index finger that was still covering her mouth, sucking the tip deep. His own groan had her nearing the edge.

  “Ah shit, baby. I’m going to come in my pants if you don’t stop that.”

  To let him know how much she liked that idea, she wiggled her hips harder this time, grinding into his erection and hollowing out her cheeks to suction his finger harder. Jackson pulled his hand away from her mouth, placing it under her T-shirt, yanking greedily at the lace bra, squeezing her breast with his hungry hand. He swirled and tweaked the hardened nipple, the moisture from his fingers covering her skin.

  Voices from the party were drowned out now by the buzzing in her ears, the rush of blood coursing through her body, rippling through her pleasure zones. She was so close, her brain hazy with sexual need and desire. Every cell in her body ready to ignite with the depth charges he was transmitting, waiting to blow her to smithereens.

  Panting harder now, she leaned her head back against his shoulder, eyes shut tight at the exquisite torment. Letting go of the wall, which had been holding her up, she wrapped her arm around Jackson’s neck, pulling his mouth to meet hers. They devoured each other.

  “Jax, I’m going to…” she whispered against his mouth, kissing him deeply to keep herself from screaming out in ecstasy, as her body shattered in his arms.

  After several seconds of explosive sensation, she went limp in his arms. Had Jackson not been holding her, she would have slipped to the floor in a puddle of blissed-out goo. Sasha’s knees wobbled frantically and her arms flopped lifelessly to her sides, the earth-shattering orgasm continued to sail through her, wave after wave. His hands continued to stroke the skin of her breast, and massage between her legs.

  The world around her slowly began to realign its focus as she felt cold air seize her where his hand vacated. Sometime during her nirvana, the band had stopped playing and she could now hear Mitch’s voice coming over the speakers. He must be giving a speech to his party-guests. Although it was the last thing she wanted to do, Sasha knew they should go back out there to rejoin the party.

  Quickly zipping her jeans, she turned to face Jackson, whose forehead touched and connected with hers. She stared into his eyes, still filled with an intense mixture of heat and desire.

  “Jax…” she whispered, the contentment of the moment wrapping around her like a warm blanket. The words were there on the tip of her tongue, lodged at the back of her throat. A renewed desperation bubbled up from her belly, a mixture of hope and anxiety.

  The man standing before her had somehow become more than her lover. Looking back over what they’d shared over the last few months, she knew she was crazy about him. He held the key to her broken heart and her future happiness, if she was just willing to allow him to unlock it.

  But it was so damn hard to express love when her heart was still marred by the uncertainty over taking the n
ext step with him. The fear of letting go and falling for him still kept her a prisoner, reminder her that it could bring her back to the one place she never wanted to go again. The deep despair of heart break and loneliness.

  Jackson pulled her to him, wrapping one arm around her waist, and one hand cupping her cheek. Although it was dark in the hallway, the deep blue of his eyes was still visible, filled with so much compassion and love for her.

  He smiled at her and it was as if an ice chunk had dislodged from a giant iceberg, floating free against the tide. She melted against him.

  Burying her face against his chest, she breathed in deeply, loving the spiciness of his cologne, combined with his own perfect masculine scent.

  “I…you’re pretty great, Rowdy.”

  The three words were on the tip of her tongue, but she chickened out. The weight of them too heavy for her to say aloud. To air them outside her head would be the opening of a door she’d kept locked tight for years. The weight of the level of commitment they possessed too much for her to handle.

  Sasha waited anxiously for some sort of retort. A snarky comment from the king of sarcasm and jabs. She half expected him to respond with a “That’s all you got?” Or “Don’t I know it.” But instead, he took possession of her mouth, kissing her without restraint, his tongue telling her without words how much he wanted her. Starving out her fears and tasting the dreams she didn’t realize she had.

  She gave a little pout as he stepped away from her, leaving her bereft and weightless. He smiled lovingly as his hand came up to tenderly stroke her cheek.

  “I’m glad to hear it,” he replied, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “I was hoping you’d come to that realization sooner rather than later.” Jackson’s gaze left hers momentarily and scanned the crowd gathered out in the large warehouse where Mitch and Rylie were now on the small platform stage. He nodded in their direction.

  “We need to get out there. Can we finish this conversation later tonight at my place?”

  She shook her head, taking his hand in hers to make their way back down the hall and into the crowd. Sasha felt it slithering up her arm – the spindly sensation, like a vine climbing up a trellis - starting where their fingers interlaced with each other. It corded and wound through her body, ascending directly to her heart.

  And just like a vine, it took up residence, growing wildly until it left no room for anything else. Her heart burst with love.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Five days until the wedding and Mitch was a useless fucking sap, who couldn’t concentrate worth a damn or stay still for one second.

  Mitch’s constant fidgeting and pen tapping on his office desk while they were in a meeting were enough to finally make Jackson howl in frustration.

  “Jesus, man. Enough with the nervous energy. You’re making me anxious as fuck, and I’m not the man that’s going to be walking down the aisle soon. Why don’t you just take the rest of the week off, for fuck’s sake? I can handle these deals while you go get your rocks off with your wife-to-be.”

  Jackson gave Mitch an exasperated sigh and yanked the pen out of Mitch’s hand, throwing it behind him. He felt somewhat mollified when he heard it hitting the glass window and dropping to the ground with a soft thud.

  Never had Jackson seen his friend this keyed up and anxious before. They’d completed million dollar deals and handled a shit-ton of money from investors across the globe and never once had Jackson witnessed Mitch in such a panicked state of mind. The man was practically sweating bullets, his face a pallor shade of gray. Not a good look for a man who was generally cool-as-as-cucumber.

  He watched Mitch stand and turn to face the window, one hand sliding into his pocket and the other sweeping through is hair.

  “I’ll admit. I’m a little on edge.”

  Jackson barked out a scoffing laugh. “A little? Ya think? Dude, you’re strung so tight, one of those Cirque artists could dangle you across the buildings and use you for her balancing act.”

  Without turning around, Mitch held up his middle finger in a gesture that told him where to go. But then he dropped his head against the glass and sighed.

  “I know. I know. Who knew there’d be all this weight before you say, ‘I do’?”

  Jackson casually leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head, assessing his friend, watching the tension that rippled from him in tangible waves.

  Not wanting to press too far, but knowing this was one of those times he shouldn’t use sarcasm, he turned his tone serious. “Are you having second thoughts? I mean, you’ve only been dating Rylie for a year. Maybe you’re rushing things.”

  He felt uncomfortable throwing that out there, but he’d certainly had the thought on one or more occasion. It wasn’t anything new, but something he’d never voiced. For as long as he’d known Mitch, his friend had always been somewhat of a player, moving from woman to woman, never an interest in settling down. Until he met Rylie.

  They’d barely passed the year mark from the date the two had met and he’d already proposed and was getting ready to make a lifelong commitment. It boggled Jackson’s brain, giving him a case of whiplash at the fast turnaround that was Mitch’s love life.

  “No, man. It’s nothing like that. I love Rylie. She means the world to me and I’m so fucking grateful that she’s going to be my wife,” he admitted, turning back with a solemn look on his face.

  “I have no doubts about marrying Rylie. But I think she does.”

  The words had Jackson’s head nearly snapping back in complete surprise. WTF?

  Everything about their relationship had been fast-tracked right from the beginning and Jackson knew how Rylie initially resisted being with Mitch. She’d even tried to push him away until Mitch went after her, convincing her they were meant to be together.

  Funny how the similarity seemed to exist in his own relationship with Sasha. Just when he thought he’d knocked down her protective shields and felt like he’d finally won her over, she’d do or say something that once again showed signs of her reticence. Resistance to getting too close to what could be a real relationship.

  Not that they’d put a name to what they were doing together, but it had been working in his favor. Over the last several weeks, they’d spent nearly every night together, meeting up for drinks and dinner after their long workdays, watching movies on his big screen, or hanging out with Mitch and Rylie. They enjoyed each other’s company, and had fun together. And while she still hadn’t returned his sentiment, he knew she’d fallen for him, too. She was just too stubborn to admit it.

  Women.

  “What? Has Rylie said something to you? Doesn’t she want to get married?”

  “I think she’s still stuck on what happened between her own parents, with her mom skipping out and leaving them. I think she’s afraid I’d do that to her. Which is fucking ridiculous. But I can’t get her to believe that.”

  Jackson shook his head in acknowledgement. He didn’t have all the specifics on what transpired in Rylie’s life as a child, but he knew that her mom left them when Rylie was very young and never came back. That kind of thing could really fuck with a kid’s head, and no doubt have a profound effect on their life. He understood Rylie’s reluctance, but wondered what Sasha’s reservations were about getting close?

  There was no mistaking that Sasha was a highly independent woman, but other than that, Jackson knew very little about her past. She avoided the topic carefully, never shared anything of significance with him.

  Turning the tables, Mitch asked about the woman in question.

  “So what’s going on between you and Sash? You two have seemed pretty cozy – or should I say, all over each other – at the party last weekend. It must be getting serious.”

  Mitch had to Jackson’s dismay, found another pen to begin tapping on the desk. He rolled his eyes in exasperation.

  “I honestly don’t know, man. She confuses the shit out of me. One minute she’s hot and the next second she�
�s cold. I told her I was falling for her and she turned mute. Changed the subject as fast as a gunslinger’s draw in a gunfight and she hasn’t brought it up since.”

  “Interesting,” Mitch smiled dubiously. “Are you looking for more from her?”

  Thinking back over their years of friendship, there were very few moments when they’d spent time hashing through their love lives. Mainly because their relationship statuses boarded on non-existent. Sure they’d make passing comments about their weekend hook-ups, but didn’t venture into serious conversation. This was entirely a new venture for them.

  “Yeah, man. I think I am. Sasha’s fun. Adventurous. Incredible in bed,” he smirked, watching as Mitch’s eyebrows lifted in interest. But Jackson wasn’t giving him any more details. He didn’t kiss and tell.

  “I’m want to be exclusive. But I don’t think the feeling is mutual. I’m beginning to wonder if she’ll only be around until it’s no longer fun to her anymore. Serious is not in her vocabulary.”

  Mitch closed his laptop and shoved it in his messenger bag, adding some files to the mix. Jackson was pleased to see that his friend was going to get out of the office and go home to his fiancée. He obviously had some frustration to get a grip on. And what better way than to handle that in the bedroom? At least, that’s how he saw it.

  “Well, keep at her, bro. She can be a tough one based on what I’ve heard from Rylie. But if anyone can handle her, it’s you.” He gave him a wink as he rounded the desk. “In fact, you and Rylie are a lot alike in that respect.”

  “Sasha’s a handful, no doubt. She definitely has her moments, and she can act like a spoiled brat when she doesn’t get her way. It wears me out, at times, trying to make her happy, hoping to prove the fact that I’m into her.”

  Mitch laughed, nodding his head in wholehearted solidarity.