mouth, I took his lips in a feverish kiss, never having opened my eyes. His tongue demanded entrance, and I eagerly opened for him. In that moment, there was nothing I wanted more than Jackson over me…on top of me…completing me.
He drank from the well of my mouth, biting into my bottom lip. His hand tugged at the top of my dress, pulling it down so he could cup one of my breasts. I arched, pressing the heavy flesh into his strong palm, relishing the tingles that spread through my chest. I tasted his minty breath as he moaned his pleasure into my mouth. He fondled my breast teasingly. Relief splashed against my senses when he brought the cup of my bra down and grazed his thumb over my aching tip.
“Yes,” spilled out of my throat, as if it was ripped directly from the heavens. My cry was guttural and raw. I just needed more, more, more. He swallowed my cry like he needed to breathe it, all lips, teeth, and tongue.
With his thumb and finger, he pulled and pinched the tight peak until the pain somehow became pleasure in my core. I gripped him hard, pulling him to me, finally scratching my nails down the skin on his back like I’d daydreamed about doing earlier. He slid my bra all the way down just then, exposing my chest fully so that he could grope both breasts greedily, tugging and sucking at each tip, driving me insane with lust.
“So fucking perfect,” he purred.
Sparks flew as the wet heat of his tongue sent ribbons of pleasure down to the ache between my legs. Heat infused my stomach, and I pressed against his erection, relishing the heavy growl that left his lips.
I didn’t know how it was possible with how much pain medicine I was on, but it felt like I could come just by the attention he was currently giving my breasts. I scooted closer to him so that my center was directly against his raging hard on. He slid his hands along my ass and gripped me firmly, moving himself against my clit, sending sparks all over my body.
He slipped one hand into my underwear and plunged two fingers into me.
I cried out, ecstasy invading every facet of my being. His long fingers pressed high and deep, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me as he hit just the perfect spot. He pumped his fingers in and out of me, driving me wild. He circled just the outside of my clit, never going to the place I wanted him most.
While he moved in and out of me, he moved his other hand up to hold my neck possessively, and when he did so, his thumb passed over a sensitive part of my head where I’d hit it.
I gasped as pain flooded me, drowning my lust like a bucket of ice water.
“Shit! Fuck. I’m so sorry.”
Jackson scrambled out of bed and stalked to the other side of the room, pulling at his hair. “I can’t control myself around you,” he growled. “We can’t do that while you’re recovering from a fucking concussion.” He gestured to my body like it should be obvious. “We’re not touching if I get back in that bed.”
I didn’t mention that it wasn’t my idea for me to be here or in his bed in the first place.
And I definitely wasn’t the one to kiss him.
He walked towards me cautiously and slid into bed like he was scared I was going to jump him.
As he laid down, he took a deep breath. His chest went up and down, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the hills and valleys of his perfectly sculpted frame. He somehow looked even more defined than he’d been the last time I’d seen him. I wanted to rub my hands all over that perfect skin again, just to see how he would respond. He stared up at the ceiling, contemplative and brooding.
I kept my hands to myself and just watched him, waiting to hear what he was thinking so hard about.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he muttered to himself.
I traced his features with my gaze, memorizing everything just in case this was the last time I ever got this close to him again. His hair looked more silver than gold in the moonlight, casting him more as the dark, mournful prince than the golden king he was by the light of day.
He turned to me all of a sudden. “Why were