“As long as there’s a place for me in your life, I’m willing to try anything.” He sent her a smoldering look. “In fact, I can think of a few things I’d like to try this evening.”
She couldn’t fight back a smile. “I like the way you think, Jackson.”
“Let’s put Tink to bed so I can give you a proper tour of the rest of the house.”
There was no mistaking the sexy timbre of his voice. She’d seen everything earlier from the laundry room to the living room. “The rest of the house” meant one room in particular.
The master bedroom.
Lust arrowed straight to her pussy. She was wet, her clit pulsing. Her eagerness to work out the emotions between them had distracted her from just how badly she wanted him inside her again. But now she was ready to give herself to him freely and without doubts.
They walked Tink to the spare bedroom. It didn’t escape her notice that the pup’s fluffy bed was nearly the size of his crate. Jackson put Tink inside the enormous bed, patting him on the head. “Good boy. Sleep well.” Tink blinked at his daddy and licked his nose.
It was a sweet picture. Emma’s heart swelled with even more emotion. Jackson was a good man. She’d known him before well enough to know that much. Being with him again filled her with mixed feelings. After all, like he said, it had only been one day since he’d arrived back in her life.
It was sudden, scary, like nothing she’d ever done before, but she wanted to throw common sense off a cliff for a change and indulge in spontaneity. She wanted Jackson, however she could have him. Even if it meant rethinking the life she’d thought she always wanted. In truth, she’d realized a long time ago that leaving Paradise hadn’t been the quick answer she’d been seeking.
Jackson slid home the latch on the crate and looked up at her, sexy as ever. She noticed he had bare feet. He didn’t have on a shirt. She’d tried not to ogle his well-defined pecs, the manly smattering of dark hair on his chest. Not to mention the mouthwatering ridges of his abdomen. She wanted to lick him, head to toe. It wasn’t the first time she’d had the thought, and this time she was positive it wouldn’t just be a thought.
“Are you sure, Em?”
Was she sure? Lord bless him, his cock was an obvious ridge against his fly. She was all but a quivering blob of desire. And he was still being a gentleman. Her heart took another tumble.
“More sure of anything than I’ve ever been.” She grinned, holding out a hand to him. “Now why don’t you give me the proper tour of this big old house, sugar?”
Jackson laughed. “I’m teaching you well, I see.” He took her hand, the touch of his skin on hers hot and heady. “Follow me, baby.”
She allowed him to lead her from the room and down the hall to the one room she’d yet to see. His bedroom. They walked inside together and one thought struck her. It smelled like him. Yummy, masculine, potent. He hit the dimmer switch so the lights were kept to a muted, seductive glow.
“The last stop of the full tour,” he murmured, his hand a possessive pressure on her back as he guided her inside.
Feeling bold, she pulled away from him, flicked her pajama top up over head and tossed it to the floor. “I hope you don’t mind if I get comfortable.”
“Not at all.” His gaze homed in on her naked breasts.
“I think I forgot my bra somewhere,” she teased. “I don’t know where I could have left it.”
“I do believe it was returned to you.” His voice was a low, thick drawl. “But I’m not about to complain you decided not to wear it anyway.” His thumbs flicked over her already tight nipples, making them tingle.
“Pinch them,” she urged, desire taking over.
He complied, applying just the right amount of pressure. Pleasure shot straight to her pussy. She moaned, arching her breasts in his hands.
“What do you want now?” he asked, seemingly enjoying her sudden command of the situation.
“I want you to suck my nipples,” she whispered, licking her lips.
He lowered his dark head, cupping her breasts in his hands. His hungry mouth closed over a turgid bud, tongue toying, teeth raking. He sucked with so much pressure she almost came then and there. He released the tip of one breast with a lusty sound, and turned the same torturous pleasure on the other nipple.
He suckled her until she cried out, then curled an arm around her naked back, pulling her until they were chest-to-chest. His masculine hardness was a seductive sensation against her soft, womanly curves. He kissed her neck, licking a path to her jaw. His teeth caught and tugged her earlobe.
“What’s next?” he asked, his breath moist and hot against her ear.
She swallowed, wanting him so much she could barely contain herself. Her pussy was swollen, wet, aching. Her nipples were hard, throbbing nubs of pleasure. She found the button on his jeans and pulled it free. The zipper was next, but she was enjoying the slow reveal. It was delectably excruciating. She stopped, her fingers grazing the taut skin of his belly.
Emma turned her head to press her lips to his. “What’s next is a serious conversation. I want to do things with you I wouldn’t ordinarily do. We probably should have had this talk earlier, but better late than never.”
“I’m clean, Em.”
“So am I,” she assured him. Green light, her libido urged. Do what you want to him.
“Now what’s next, sugar?”
She grinned at his calling her “sugar”. “This,” she murmured, unzipping his fly. She pulled his jeans down, revealing his stiff cock.
Emma sank to her knees. The urge to prolong his torture was a naughty fire burning through her blood. She glanced up at him, flicking her tongue along the length of his hard-on. He moaned, his hand tangling in her hair. She licked around the base of his cock, then ran her tongue over the sensitive underside of him, finally circling the head of his shaft. Then she sucked him into her mouth, running her tongue around and around, drawing him in, rubbing her lips over the velvety length. She licked the very tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his skin. Her pussy pulsed, hungering for the cock she was so busy pleasuring. He framed her face with his hands, moaning again as she simulated the thrusting of sex, her lips riding him.
She wanted him to come inside her mouth but he had other ideas. He withdrew, gripping her elbows and bringing her to a standing position once more. He kissed her, his sensual lips open and consuming. Their tongues tangled. She moaned, grabbing one of his hands and shoving it down the loose elastic waistband of her pajama pants. She wasn’t wearing panties. And it was an intentional omission.
Emma was rewarded with the sensation of his rough-tipped fingers delving between her slick pussy lips. He found her clit with ease, working it with just enough pressure to bring her close to orgasm. Then he ran his knowing fingers lower, slipping them inside her. First one long finger, then two. He pressed, pushing them as deeply as he could. The pressure was almost painful pleasure. She wanted more. Emma moaned, trapped in the incredible passion. She was helpless, hopeless to stop the tide of lust washing over her.
“Fuck me, Jackson,” she pleaded against his lips. “I want to feel you inside me again. I want you.”
He kicked away his jeans and stripped her pajama pants. They were both naked. He led her across the room to the bed. Jackson startled her by picking her up and tossing her into the plush center of his king-size bed. She landed with a surprised giggle. Their gazes met as he stood over her, his eyes running over her body from head to toe. She wasn’t embarrassed. Far from it. She was turned-on even more.
Emma opened her legs to him, letting him look his fill. She allowed her gaze to roam over his powerful body. He was a finely-honed man, his muscles sculpted without being too prominent. She loved the dusting of dark hair on his chest, the shadowy stubble on his jaw. She loved those smoldering eyes, that sensual mouth. Most of all, she loved his hard cock jutting toward her.
“Come inside me,” she invited, her voice a throaty purr.
He grabbed a cond
om from the nightstand and sheathed himself in one fluid motion. Then he was on top of her, his cock probing her more-than-ready pussy. They were chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip. He slipped just the tip inside her, teasing. She jerked, wanting more. He gave her a lingering kiss, keeping from entering her fully.
“Please.” Emma was panting, not even caring if she had to beg. “I want you deep inside me.”
“If you insist.” Giving her a bad-boy grin, he rose up and reached for her legs. He positioned each one on either of his shoulders, so that she was open to him, her body tilted back to the perfect angle for penetration. And he sank inside her in one thrust that had her on the verge of climax. He withdrew, then plunged into her pussy again.
“Jackson.”
“There are benefits to being older,” he murmured, his voice strained. “Knowledge being one of them.” And then he proceeded to show her just how knowledgeable he was, beginning a rhythm that had her about to explode.
He held her ankles, fucking her as deep and hard as she wanted. Emma’s hands found his hips, guiding him as he pumped into her again and again. His handsome face was above her, her gaze trapped in his. She’d never experienced anything more intimate and seductive in her entire life. She arched into him, meeting his pace with thrusts of her own. When he reached down between them to play with her clit again, she lost control, her pussy clenching on his cock. Her orgasm was the rare kind of insane climax that shook her entire body, making her spasm in waves of decadent pleasure.
Jackson increased his pressure and pace, his expression becoming one of intense concentration. Mindless, Emma gripped his hips, riding him as best she could. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with the vestiges of full-body orgasm. She was selfish. She wanted another one. Focusing on his face and the feeling of his hard cock entering her body over and over again, she came once more. This time it was quick and almost violent. Jackson moaned and pumped into her, coming in a fast burst of deep drives.
When it was over, he lowered her legs and collapsed against her, sweaty and breathless. Emma was just as breathless, her brain almost incapable of intelligent thought. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him to her. How had she ever thought she could run from him? There was nowhere in the world she could go that would be far enough. No possible way she could ever be immune to Jackson Fielding.
Jackson kissed her cheek, her nose, her mouth. He rose up on his elbows and stared down at her. “No regrets, Em?”
She shook her head. “None. You?”
He winked. “Only that we didn’t just stay naked here the entire day. Think of how many positions I could’ve fucked you in by now.”
Emma laughed. “You’re a bad man, Jackson.”
He dropped another kiss on her lips. “You like it.”
She linked her hands around his neck and pulled him back down for another series of drugging kisses. “I most certainly do.”
About the Author
Scarlett Scott has loved romance novels ever since she was eleven and swiped her older sister’s books to read by flashlight in her closet. Her mother caught her, but she remained undeterred. A self-described promiscuous writer, she dabbles in all sorts of genres but loves erotic romance best. She lives with her hero and their adorable but occasionally evil puppy and spends too much time lurking on her blog.
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