Jackson Stiles, Road to Redemption (Road to Redemption #1)(81)

She arches, pressing herself up against me in just the right way. It throws my libido into overdrive.

My fingers drift from her neck to her shirt, and I do her the honors of unbuttoning the damn thing. She lets it fall to the floor when I push the sleeves over her shoulders, and when she moves to work on my jeans, I grab her wrists.

I smile as I press her hands against the wall. I slide them up above her head. I clasp them together, pinning them there with my right hand, while the left drinks in her skin.

“Last chance,” I warn her, but she doesn’t squirm an inch.

“I’m good.”

I might smirk. I’m not sure, to be honest. Then a thought hits me that Nick’s been driving into my head since I hit puberty.

“We gonna need a condom?”

“No.” She bites the corner of her lip. “I’m good there, too.”

“Birth control?” I try to clarify.

“IUD,” she corrects me, and I lift an eyebrow.

“I had a boyfriend.”

Had being the operative word there.

“Indeed.”

Goosebumps trail every kiss I place against her shoulder.

I’m becoming a huge fan of the fact that I have this effect on her, along with the blushing—not gonna lie. The blushing is f*cking phenomenal.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Green,” I tell her in between kisses along her neckline.

“What?” She tilts her head to the side for me. I find her ear and put my lips there.

“I’m still pissed at you,” I whisper it into her ear while I find the snap to her jeans.

She takes in a deep breath.

“Why?” She seems unconcerned.

I unzip them, and I whisper into her ear, “You lied to me.”

I have to release her hands to work them around her hips.

She helps.

“Not lied,” she says. “So much as…” Her voice is shaky. Just the way I like it. “Left a few things out of our conversations.”

I manage to work the jeans and the silk f*cking underwear down to her ankles. She kicks them off the rest of the way.

Thank God, she’s cooperating.

“Do me a f*cking favor,” I tell her. My hand grazes her stomach before I reach behind her and unclip the bra.

Last to go.

She starts on my jeans again, and she’s fast about that shit.

“What’s that?”

She starts to work on getting them off me, but I take over, and once they’re gone, so’s the shirt.

“Don’t leave anything out any more.”

Green allows herself to look down in a moment of weakness. When her eyes meet mine again, she gives me a short nod with a slight grin.

“Promise.”

It’s all I need to f*cking hear.

I nudge her legs apart, and she obliges.

I follow some deep-seated instincts—maybe dreams—by sliding a hand down between them.

I lean my head against hers. “Fuck.” She’s wet. She lets out this whimper that almost pushes me to come right here and now.

That’s not gonna fly. So I put a nix on what I was planning and glide my hands around her waist, lifting her up. Not a complaint is heard when she wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck.

Let’s be f*cking honest for just a second here. I don’t have to work at getting hard at this point. I’ve been hard since she walked in the door.

Our lips meet as I thrust into her, and everything, f*cking everything between us comes crashing down on me.

“Jesus,” she moans.

I assure her, “He’s got nothing to do with this, Green.” When I push again, she buries her head into my neck and holds tight.

With every drive, she lets out a whimper, and I make every effort to drown it out with my own thoughts because that shit’s about to turn yours truly into a sixty-second man.

Not acceptable.

Baseball stats usually help, but thoughts of Green’s skin against my skin keep f*cking that shit up.

All I see is her. All I think is her. All I am right now is her.

Shit just got real.

I don’t know if that’s a good thing, and I don’t really f*cking care. I want to make this woman understand the torment she’s been putting me through since the day we first met.

When she tightens, her whimpers change, and she’s breathing in short, urgent breaths, I know she’s there.

“Emma.” I don’t know if it’s a demand or a plea bargain at this point, the way I say her name like that. I hadn’t expected it. It just f*cking happened.

Like inhaling and exhaling.

Her nails dig into my shoulder. She pushes herself against the wall, and I follow her lead, thrusting, pushing, and driving until she spills onto me, and I’m f*cking bursting at the seams.

“Jesus.” It comes out like I’m desperate.

Hell, maybe I am.

In the midst of this moment, she lets out a small laugh.

“He’s got nothing to do with this, Stiles.”

“A-f*cking-men to that.”

She laughs out in a full-blown, I’ve never heard her so happy, kinda laugh. I can’t help but join her.

We stay there for a minute against that f*cking wall, catching our breath. When I finally let her down, her knees buckle, and I catch her.