still feel full, and myâ¦â
He bent to see her face. âNipples?â Just talking to her was more exciting than sex with other women. He badly wanted to cover her breasts with his hands, to touch her, to draw her into his mouth and test how tender she might be.
Tilting back from her, he looked at the soft white swells above the top of her sundress. Putting a tight leash on his need, he trailed one fingertip over the top of each breast.
With her accelerated breaths, her flesh shimmered.
Slowly, with hot intent, he drifted his open hand over the front of the dress, cupped her right breast and gently circled the taut nipple with his thumb.
She gasped; her hands clutched at him.
His gaze sought hers. âTheyâre sensitive?â
Long lashes fluttered as she closed her eyes and drew a shuddering breath through parted lips. âVery.â
Itâd be so easy to take her. Hell, even with her brother and Dare in the other room, she melted for him. He could put his hand up the skirt of her dress, inside her panties. He could cup that warm, wet peach, and sheâd be coming in minutes.
Jackson fought himself. She trusted him. And sheâd been through enough.
He couldnât stop himself from catching her nipple, giving one small tug that made her tremble and bite her bottom lip. âJacksonâ¦â
âI know.â He slipped his arms around her, easing her closer so that her head fit to his shoulder and her breasts pressed to his chest. He was so turned on, his dick threatened to rip apart the zipper of his jeans. âBetter?â
The sound she made affected him like a hot lick. âIâve never been this way. Last night was a revelation for me.â Her hands knotted in his shirt. âAnd you donât even know what happened.â
âI know Iâm going to have you again. I know Iâm going to be inside you, feeling you all nice and wet, slick and hot, and youâre going to hold on to me while you comeââ
To silence him, she touched his mouth, then took a few seconds to collect herself. âFor you, what we did, what happened between us, might not even be real.â
Oh, it was real all right. He took her wrist, kissed her palm and carried her hand back to his chest. âYou canât deny whatâs between us.â
âNo, I wonât. But we both know that sometimes sex talk doesnât mean anything.â She pushed back to look at him. âMen say things in the moment just because they want to sleep with a woman.â
Waiting for a response to that death-trap statement, she watched him.
What the hell had he said to her last night?
He chewed the side of his mouth but gave up with a shrug. âSometimes, yeah, maybe.â
She looked down at her hands. âWhen they think sex is of utmost importance.â
âThat covers every minute that Iâm around you, because when I see you, I want to be inside you.â
âJacksonâ¦â
âIâm obsessed,â he admitted and meant it. If he just wanted sex, he could have it. He hadnât lacked for female attention since his late teens. Hell, if he wanted an orgy he could have it.
But he wanted Alani.
âDonât you see?â Not giving him a chance to muck it up with more drama, she went on. âMaybe if you knew the things youâd said, if youâ¦remembered everything weâd done, you wouldnât even care aboutâ¦â
âHaving you again?â He tunneled his fingers into her baby fine hair, curving his hands around her head, lifting her face so he could see into her eyes. âNot a chance in hell, honey. Having you a dozen times wouldnât put a dent in my appetite. Not for you. â
The corners of her mouth quivered into an uncertain show of amusement. âWell, you sound confident enough about that, but Iâm not.â She licked the smile away from her lips. âSo⦠I think we should start
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