an out-of-body experience. That orgasm pulled her out of her body, changed up her DNA, and put her back together as a totally different person—one who was now officially ruined for all other men.
She might as well stamp “Property of Jackson Hale” on her ass.
“That was…” she began breathlessly.
Jackson straightened and brushed the back of one hand over his mouth while her body was wracked with aftershocks from the most epic orgasm of her entire life.
“That,” he said with a smile that was pure sin, “was just the beginning.”
He looked so smug. She was laying here, wrung out like a used dishrag, and he looked completely calm, cool, collected, and smug.
That would not do. Not at all.
Kendall sat up, planted both hands on his chest, and pushed, knocking him flat on his back. She impatiently shoved the robe off her shoulders and climbed on him, straddling his hips.
“Oh, you got that right,” she said fiercely.
This was going to kill him.
It was too much. She was too much. Too beautiful, too perfect, too everything.
Watching her come, making her come, finding his own pleasure in figuring out what she needed…he’d never felt anything like it.
Jackson used to command stages in front of packed stadiums, but he’d never felt more powerful than he had while making Kendall come apart in his arms.
But he didn’t have any power now. That belonged to Kendall in this moment.
“Look,” she said, reaching for his waistband, “I plan to pay you back…you know…orally.”
She actually blushed. He’d had his tongue inside her, she was straddling him, (the view was spectacular) and the mere mention of blowing him had her blushing. His girl, the same one who seemed so brazen when she was outside the bedroom, was shy in it.
Fucking adorable.
“But,” she went on, yanking his sweats off, “I need your cock, and I need it now.”
His mouth fell open. So much for his shy girl. Christ. Hearing those words fall from her perfect lips almost made him swallow his tongue. Then a thought occurred to him.
A terrible, awful, painful thought.
“Shit,” he muttered. “Protection?”
Eyes on his erection, she said, “I’m clean and on the pill.”
Yep. He definitely wasn’t surviving this. The thought of being inside her with nothing between them had him nearly jumping out of his skin with anticipation.
He swallowed hard. “I’m clean, too. And I’ve been celibate for so long I’m practically a born-again virgin at this point.”
She barked out a laugh. “Well, that’s too bad, because I have no intention of being gentle with you.”
“Thank fuck for that. Come here.”
He wrapped a hand around his cock as she raised up to her knees and positioned the tip between her legs. Then she sank down slowly, her eyes locked on his, taking him deep. Her hands squeezed his shoulders hard as she said, “Jackson, you have no idea how much I need this. Please, give it to me.”
His name on her lips as her wet heat gripped him like a vise effectively shut down what little remained of his brain function. His body took control. His hands moved of their own volition to her breasts. They were perfect—firm, round, just big enough to fill his hands. He leaned up and sucked on one taut peak.
Her back arched and her hips rocked. “Oh, God, yes.”
If she kept looking down at him like that, like she’d never felt anything as good as his cock inside her, like he was some kind of hero, this was going to be over tragically fast.
She needed to come again. Fast. Because he’d be damned if he was going to come before her.
He circled his tongue over her nipple, grabbed her hips, and thrust up inside her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she murmured in a broken litany, grinding down on him, clutching his shoulders like a lifeline. “You feel so good in me. I’ve never…ah, yes…I’ve never felt so full before.”
He sucked in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth. “Fuck, Kendall, I swear, I wanted to take my time, do this right, but if you keep talking like that, looking and feeling like you do, I’m never going to last.”
She shifted her hands to his chest and ground down on him harder, making him groan in pure agony. “I don’t want you to last. I want to make you lose control like you made me lose control.” She threw her head back. “Yes. Right. There. Harder.”
Harder. Fuck, yeah. He couldn’t agree more.
Jackson didn’t hesitate to give her exactly what she needed. What they both needed. He