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crushed his mouth to hers. She froze, her body stringing wire-tight. But then he nipped her bottom lip and all hell broke loose.
She plunged her fingers into his hair and pressed her body closer to his as she opened her mouth to invite him in. Delving inside, he licked over her tongue again and again. His hands splayed across her back and kept her tight to him as his cock grew hard and begged for the extra pressure. The moment he ground it into her, she moaned in the back of her throat. Technically that was a sound, which claimed him as the victor, but it wasn’t enough. Her accusations wounded his pride, and he’d prove to her he knew exactly when words weren’t necessary. And on top of that, he was going to win her stupid game, because if he didn’t, he knew she’d lord it over him. He expected no less from her.
Breaking from her lips, he moved his kisses to her jawline and down her neck. At the bottom where it met her shoulder, he nipped her again before making his way back up. He made a note that every time he used his teeth, her body jerked like electricity shot through her veins. Seems the Red Viper likes the sting of a bite. What luck. So do I.
Jackson spun them around and pushed her back into the wall, pinning her there with his hips to let his hands roam. He cupped a breast and gave a gentle squeeze as he scraped his teeth over the tight cord in her neck.
And that’s when it happened. She moaned his name.
He wanted her until he couldn’t think from it. But if anything was going to happen between them, she needed to want him, too. And she wasn’t there yet.
Though it killed him, he kept to the game. He stilled all movements and whispered in her ear, “I win,” then crossed the room, entered the bathroom, and shut the door behind him.
Day 2: Monday
Vanessa sat on the couch, laptop on the coffee table, coffee on the end table. Almost noon and still no sign of Jackson. Which was fine with her. She’d never been more pissed off at a man in all her life. First, he screwed everything up with Robért, and then he had the nerve to not finish what he started.
Shit, what was she saying? She should be grateful he’d had the sense to stop. If she took all of her rules, broke them in a thousand pieces, and molded them into a man, she’d get Jackson. There was no way she was getting involved with him. Right? She nibbled on her lip. Maybe a list of pros and cons would— She shook her head to empty it of that idea. Squash!
After he’d gotten her all worked up the night before and then dumped her for what she hoped had been a shower so cold his balls got frostbite, she’d gone to dinner and then for a walk on the beach to clear her mind. By the time she returned, she felt more levelheaded about the situation. She was a professional and somehow she’d figure out how to get them out of the mess they were in. Until then, she’d play along so Lucie didn’t lose her dream wedding. She refused to fail her friend.
Vanessa had steeled herself and prepared for another confrontation as she’d walked into her bungalow, but a quick look around the room had shown it empty. It wasn’t until she checked the small private yard that she found Jackson, in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, sleeping in the hammock.
Relief and disappointment had washed over her, which then added confusion to the mix. Why would she be disappointed he was sleeping? It wasn’t like she’d looked forward to dealing with him after what happened. When she hadn’t been able to answer her own question, she took advantage of studying him for as long as she liked without social repercussions.
One arm was bent over his head and his other hand rested on his stomach. His face was turned to the side, giving her a beautiful view of his profile. Straight nose, high cheekbones, and a hard square jaw. She imagined a jaw like that could take more than its fair share of punches before affecting it much. His beard was noticeable now, having grown all day.
She plunged her fingers into his hair and pressed her body closer to his as she opened her mouth to invite him in. Delving inside, he licked over her tongue again and again. His hands splayed across her back and kept her tight to him as his cock grew hard and begged for the extra pressure. The moment he ground it into her, she moaned in the back of her throat. Technically that was a sound, which claimed him as the victor, but it wasn’t enough. Her accusations wounded his pride, and he’d prove to her he knew exactly when words weren’t necessary. And on top of that, he was going to win her stupid game, because if he didn’t, he knew she’d lord it over him. He expected no less from her.
Breaking from her lips, he moved his kisses to her jawline and down her neck. At the bottom where it met her shoulder, he nipped her again before making his way back up. He made a note that every time he used his teeth, her body jerked like electricity shot through her veins. Seems the Red Viper likes the sting of a bite. What luck. So do I.
Jackson spun them around and pushed her back into the wall, pinning her there with his hips to let his hands roam. He cupped a breast and gave a gentle squeeze as he scraped his teeth over the tight cord in her neck.
And that’s when it happened. She moaned his name.
He wanted her until he couldn’t think from it. But if anything was going to happen between them, she needed to want him, too. And she wasn’t there yet.
Though it killed him, he kept to the game. He stilled all movements and whispered in her ear, “I win,” then crossed the room, entered the bathroom, and shut the door behind him.
Day 2: Monday
Vanessa sat on the couch, laptop on the coffee table, coffee on the end table. Almost noon and still no sign of Jackson. Which was fine with her. She’d never been more pissed off at a man in all her life. First, he screwed everything up with Robért, and then he had the nerve to not finish what he started.
Shit, what was she saying? She should be grateful he’d had the sense to stop. If she took all of her rules, broke them in a thousand pieces, and molded them into a man, she’d get Jackson. There was no way she was getting involved with him. Right? She nibbled on her lip. Maybe a list of pros and cons would— She shook her head to empty it of that idea. Squash!
After he’d gotten her all worked up the night before and then dumped her for what she hoped had been a shower so cold his balls got frostbite, she’d gone to dinner and then for a walk on the beach to clear her mind. By the time she returned, she felt more levelheaded about the situation. She was a professional and somehow she’d figure out how to get them out of the mess they were in. Until then, she’d play along so Lucie didn’t lose her dream wedding. She refused to fail her friend.
Vanessa had steeled herself and prepared for another confrontation as she’d walked into her bungalow, but a quick look around the room had shown it empty. It wasn’t until she checked the small private yard that she found Jackson, in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, sleeping in the hammock.
Relief and disappointment had washed over her, which then added confusion to the mix. Why would she be disappointed he was sleeping? It wasn’t like she’d looked forward to dealing with him after what happened. When she hadn’t been able to answer her own question, she took advantage of studying him for as long as she liked without social repercussions.
One arm was bent over his head and his other hand rested on his stomach. His face was turned to the side, giving her a beautiful view of his profile. Straight nose, high cheekbones, and a hard square jaw. She imagined a jaw like that could take more than its fair share of punches before affecting it much. His beard was noticeable now, having grown all day.
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