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Authors: Cassie-Ann L. Miller
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attention that Jackson is getting is starting to make me feel pissy.
Just as I’m about to give up, I feel a presence over me. It’s Jackson in all his sexy, sweaty glory.
“Your position is all wrong,” he says as he stands beside me.
I frown at him. “What do you mean?” I’m already mad at him for attracting so much attention. I don’t need him being a know-it-all too.
He doesn’t seem to pick up on my mood. He puts his hands on my shoulders to position me in front of the mirror and I feel electricity race across the surface of my skin. He feels it, too. I can see it by the look in his eyes and by the way his breathing accelerates. Our eyes lock for a fraction of a second before he brings his attention back to the weights.
“Your problem is that you keep moving your elbows when you lift the weights. You’ve gotta keep your elbows at your sides and lift the weights using only the strength in your arms.” He stands behind me and holds my elbow firmly by my side. “Lift,” he commands.
I try to lift the weight but halfway up, I start to strain. I feel the burn in my muscles. “Ouch,” I groan.
“You can do it,” Jackson prods as he leans closer to me.
“No, I can’t,” I whine as my arm slumps down by my side.
“C’mon. Try again.”
I make another half-ass attempt and give up again. I bend forward and drop the weight down onto the floor. My butt grazes lightly against Jackson’s semi-erection. We both notice but don’t say a word.
“You can do it, y’know. If you tried a little harder,” Jackson says as he watches me in the mirror.
I scowl at my reflection. “Maybe I just need liposuction,” I sigh in frustration tugging at the excess flesh sitting around my waist.
He takes a step closer to me. Now, his body is pressing into mine. He swats my hand away from my waist and brings his lips close to my ear. “Maybe you just need someone who wants you…just the way you are.” I look at his face in the mirror. I see the veil of desire covering his features. His lust-hooded eyes. His red, parted lips. And just in case I wasn’t sure what his words meant, he says, “ I want you the way you are.”
He slowly turns me around to face him. His lips come to mine. Soft and tentative. Almost asking for permission. When I press my lips to his, he pulls me closer still. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and I feel a spark in the pit of my stomach. He holds the back of my head as he deepens the kiss and I find my fingers working their way under his shirt. His body is firm and strong and carved with muscle. It’s almost as if everyone else in the gym has faded away.
“I wanna go home with you tonight,” he whispers against my lips.
I feel heady. “I want that too, Jackson.”
Chapter 23
Jackson walks into my bedroom and closes the door behind him.
I’m sitting on my bed twisting my hands in my lap.
I’m nervous.
He wants me. He’s made it clear.
But I’m not sure he’ll like what he gets once I finally give myself to him.
He sits next to me in the dimly-lit room and holds my hand. “You’re beautiful, y’know,” he whispers into my hair. I bite my bottom lip. I’m already wet.
His lips touch my temple, then my cheek, my jaw, my sensitive neck. I gasp as he kisses my collarbone. A low sound escapes me. He gently nudges me backwards, onto the sheets and climbs on top of me.
I look up and can barely make out his facial features in the shadowy room but his touch tells me everything I need to know.
He wants me. He really wants me.
He yanks the spandex of my sports bra off of my shoulder and his lips touch my flesh yet again. This time with more urgency and fire than before. He tugs harshly at my clothing, eager to be flesh-to-flesh with me.
I grab at his tank, trying to free his body of it. He slides out of his gym shorts without depriving my body of his lips.
Just as I’m about to give up, I feel a presence over me. It’s Jackson in all his sexy, sweaty glory.
“Your position is all wrong,” he says as he stands beside me.
I frown at him. “What do you mean?” I’m already mad at him for attracting so much attention. I don’t need him being a know-it-all too.
He doesn’t seem to pick up on my mood. He puts his hands on my shoulders to position me in front of the mirror and I feel electricity race across the surface of my skin. He feels it, too. I can see it by the look in his eyes and by the way his breathing accelerates. Our eyes lock for a fraction of a second before he brings his attention back to the weights.
“Your problem is that you keep moving your elbows when you lift the weights. You’ve gotta keep your elbows at your sides and lift the weights using only the strength in your arms.” He stands behind me and holds my elbow firmly by my side. “Lift,” he commands.
I try to lift the weight but halfway up, I start to strain. I feel the burn in my muscles. “Ouch,” I groan.
“You can do it,” Jackson prods as he leans closer to me.
“No, I can’t,” I whine as my arm slumps down by my side.
“C’mon. Try again.”
I make another half-ass attempt and give up again. I bend forward and drop the weight down onto the floor. My butt grazes lightly against Jackson’s semi-erection. We both notice but don’t say a word.
“You can do it, y’know. If you tried a little harder,” Jackson says as he watches me in the mirror.
I scowl at my reflection. “Maybe I just need liposuction,” I sigh in frustration tugging at the excess flesh sitting around my waist.
He takes a step closer to me. Now, his body is pressing into mine. He swats my hand away from my waist and brings his lips close to my ear. “Maybe you just need someone who wants you…just the way you are.” I look at his face in the mirror. I see the veil of desire covering his features. His lust-hooded eyes. His red, parted lips. And just in case I wasn’t sure what his words meant, he says, “ I want you the way you are.”
He slowly turns me around to face him. His lips come to mine. Soft and tentative. Almost asking for permission. When I press my lips to his, he pulls me closer still. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and I feel a spark in the pit of my stomach. He holds the back of my head as he deepens the kiss and I find my fingers working their way under his shirt. His body is firm and strong and carved with muscle. It’s almost as if everyone else in the gym has faded away.
“I wanna go home with you tonight,” he whispers against my lips.
I feel heady. “I want that too, Jackson.”
Chapter 23
Jackson walks into my bedroom and closes the door behind him.
I’m sitting on my bed twisting my hands in my lap.
I’m nervous.
He wants me. He’s made it clear.
But I’m not sure he’ll like what he gets once I finally give myself to him.
He sits next to me in the dimly-lit room and holds my hand. “You’re beautiful, y’know,” he whispers into my hair. I bite my bottom lip. I’m already wet.
His lips touch my temple, then my cheek, my jaw, my sensitive neck. I gasp as he kisses my collarbone. A low sound escapes me. He gently nudges me backwards, onto the sheets and climbs on top of me.
I look up and can barely make out his facial features in the shadowy room but his touch tells me everything I need to know.
He wants me. He really wants me.
He yanks the spandex of my sports bra off of my shoulder and his lips touch my flesh yet again. This time with more urgency and fire than before. He tugs harshly at my clothing, eager to be flesh-to-flesh with me.
I grab at his tank, trying to free his body of it. He slides out of his gym shorts without depriving my body of his lips.
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