and the touch of his hands bringing her more and more tightly against him. Her hands lifted to the backs of his taut, muscled upper arms, her fingertips clinging weakly to the crisp fabric of his uniform shirt. That his kiss was a pure seduction was never in question. The way his tongue stroked hers was nothing less that an exotic spell compelling everything she had into the connection. And there was darkness there. An indefinable element to him that was so incredibly deadly if he was not respected or did not get what he demanded. The fear that came with that thought only made her body react more strongly, her nipples tightening fiercely, her breasts screaming with sensitivity inside the lace of her bra.
His hands were in neutral territory still, but they may as well not have been because the demand of his kiss set sensitive sexual places alight with passionate fire. She became tantalizingly wet, a startling reaction for her because things like that did not happen so easily for her. What was more, she could feel him, a wall of powerfully taut muscle and hips framing an undeniable erection pressed to her. The soft fabric of his uniform pants made it impossible to hide … but his boldness told her that hiding was the very last thing on his mind. On the contrary. She knew he wanted her to feel it. Wanted her to react to it. Wanted her to know there was no denying what she did to him.
He broke from her mouth just far enough to allow breath between them. She was panting for it. For everything.
“I never knew,” he said roughly. “If I had, I would never have let you hold yourself from me.”
The sentence frightened her just as much as it melted her with excitement and arousal. He made no show of ask are you talking about?”an bettering for further permission, taking what he felt was his as he swept her up into a new kiss, this one twice as aggressive as the one before it. She felt him move, felt him turn, but she was blind as to the reason until she felt her back come up against the rough bark of a thick trunk. The woman she had been before that kiss would have complained that the roughness could catch and ruin the cashmere of her sweater, but she was no longer that woman and, she feared, she never would be again. The woman she was now no longer cared about that triviality, and instead she craved his hands on her sweater, dragging it from her, making way for his hands to touch her craving skin at last.
Instead his hands slid down her sides and around her hips, his fingers gripping her ass through her skirt and dragging her hips tighter to his. Are you feeling what you do to me, the action demanded of her. You thought you could deny me this?
And still it was just a kiss. A fierce, unbelievable, soul-stripping kiss. It shoved aside all the bullshit they had been trying to protect themselves with and went for the throat of their craving for each other. His mouth wrestled with hers, devouring her six ways from Sunday. She felt her hair dropping down against her neck and shoulders and realized his hand was combing through it, unraveling the strict twist it had been in. His other hand, however, was on her thigh, grabbing possession of it, dragging the inside of it along his outer hip until somehow they were both wrapping around his waist, opening her up to the aggressive press of his sex against hers. It was through layers of clothing, but it may as well have not been, that was how ferocious the flame inside of her became at the connection. She gasped into his mouth, her fingernails curling into the flesh of his arms.
“Easy,” he breathed against her lips. “God, Marissa, go easy.”
Go easy, Jackson thought. Otherwise he was going to try to fuck her right where they stood, only a few kisses into learning each other. That was how blinding his desire was for her. Hadn’t he told himself he wasn’t going to do this? Hadn’t he told himself there was nowhere for this to go? Hadn’t he realized that she wasn’t the type of woman he could throw up against the nearest hard surface and tear a path into her with no thought for the consequences?
She will be ours one way or another