the bed.
Jackson leans in, pressing his mouth against my clavicle. “I’m going to take care of you. Just breathe.”
I let out an uneven breath, keeping my eyes shut as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, pebbling them and kicking up my pulse. My hips arch off the bed, hitting his pelvis, and my eyes fly open at the feel of his rock-hard erection between us.
Jackson chuckles deeply, stirring the hair at my temple. “Don’t look so surprised,” he says, circling my nipples one at a time, teasing and tweaking them until my cheeks are flushed and warm. “This isn’t the first time you’ve made me hard and it sure as hell won’t be the last.”
I reach for him, but he quickly slips his hand out of my bra and captures my wrists, guiding them above my head and holding them there. “What are you—?”
“Hold them there,” he instructs, holding my gaze. “Don’t move.”
“I . . . okay.”
He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Good girl.” He eyes the zipper at the center of my bra before tugging it down so slowly I can feel each of the links coming undone. It takes less than ten seconds for him to push it open, but instead of pulling it off, he uses the material to secure my wrists together and to his headboard.
Holy hell.
Jackson just tied me to his bed—with my own bra.
My heart hammers against my chest, threatening to burst free at any moment.
“You’re okay,” he murmurs, tilting my chin up. “I’ve got you.” With that, he dips his face down and kisses me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth, and devours me until I see stars.
“Jax,” I moan against his lips, arching my back to grind against his cock through his pants.
Jackson groans deeply, the sound echoing through me as he makes quick work of tugging his shirt off and removing his pants and boxers, tossing them onto the floor beside the bed.
My eyes follow the hard lines of his chest, the subtle V indents on his hips, and his . . . “Holy shit.”
He smirks. “I know right?”
I roll my eyes. “Cocky much?”
His eyes drop to his erection then lift back to meet my gaze. “Very much, as you can see.”
“You—”
“I am about to make you come so hard you scream my name, so if you don’t mind, I’d enjoy getting back to the task at hand.”
My brows lift. “I’m a task?”
Jackson’s expression is filled with amusement—and lust, so much so it’s making the heat between my thighs throb with an aching desire. I want him badly. More than I should, and far more than I want to admit—or ever plan to.
His lips graze my ear as he whispers, “You, Kelsey Young, are one of the most stunning creatures I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Before I can respond, he reaches for the table beside the bed and grabs a condom, rolling it on with impressive speed. When he turns his attention back to me and seals his mouth over mine, my eyes shut on their own. My pulse races as he settles between my thighs, and I gasp against his lips as he enters me in one hard, deep thrust. His mouth drops to my neck and teases my skin with his tongue as he pulses inside me.
“You’re so tight, Red,” he moans. “Try to relax.” He rolls his hips, pushing in deeper, and I tug on the restraints, desperately wanting to hold him, to dig my nails into his back.
I clench around him as he thrusts again, slowly growing accustomed to his size. He reaches between us and circles my clit with his finger, making me cry out with pleasure.
“Oh god,” I mutter, breathing hard as he picks up the pace of both his finger and his cock.
“That’s it,” he says, “push your hips up.”
I follow his direction, and a deep groan rumbles through him. His teeth scrape my neck, and I shiver in delight as he kisses me there, swirling his tongue over the sensitive skin.
“Again,” he says against my skin, and I comply.
I meet each thrust even as they quicken, and my climax builds, lifting me to new heights. It’s not going to take much more to set me off, and the hammering of Jackson’s heart as well as the sweat beading on his brow makes me think he’s as close as I am.
One hand is pressed into the mattress beside my head, holding him up as he pounds into me, and