Ready or Not (Ready #4)(50)

I sucked back a bit more drool.

“If you mean, I stood there, completely confused, while my son disappeared for the evening, then yes.”

She smiled, a hint of amusement crossing her features.

My hand twitched as if the sheer torture of not touching her was driving it insane. I stayed where I was, knowing if I took even one step farther, there would be no going back. Every muscle in my body physically ached for the smooth touch of her skin and warm feel of her body beneath me.

“I’m ready,” she uttered, shattering the last remnant of control I had left.

My eyes wandered over every inch of her exposed skin as my heart raced into a gallop.

“How can you be sure?” I edged forward, only to halt myself.

“I know.”

“I need to know, Liv. I need to know that you’re ready for this, for me, because this is anything but casual for me.”

“I know you have to think about Noah—”

I cut her off, stepping closer, the adrenaline pumping in my veins so hard that I felt like Superman.

“No. Tonight has nothing to do with Noah. This has to do with me wanting you and only ever you. When I take you, I want to bury myself so deep that you’ll never forget. So, you might think you’re ready to give yourself over to me, but are you prepared for what will come when I give myself to you?”

“Yes.”

Thank God I wasn’t an adolescent teenager anymore because that one word from her lips would have ended me. As it were, I was rock hard, the need to take her consuming my every thought.

Moving swiftly, my legs hit the bed, and my hands found hers as she tumbled backward. A low growl reverberated from my throat as my lips found hers. My tongue traced the corner of her mouth, and I felt her teeth gently bit down on my bottom lip, causing my dick to twitch.

I needed all of her, naked—immediately.

Slipping my hands beneath her, I unhooked her bra with ease and watched the straps fall to the sides, giving me a glimpse of the tender flesh underneath.

Our eyes met briefly, and I recognized the same emotions that I was feeling in her gaze—desire, longing…maybe something more.

My fingers wandered up the path of her left arm, and I grabbed the bra strap to slowly begin its downward journey, exposing her body to me.

Exquisite.

Taut and pink, her nipple was begging for my mouth. I pulled it between my lips and sucked. Her body bucked beneath me, and she cried out.

“That’s it, Liv.” I soothed her, swiveling my tongue around her swollen bud.

I made fast work of the rest of her bra and moved on to her right breast, loving her body’s reaction to my touch. As I sucked up and down on that rosy tip, my hand meandered to the edge of her panties. Dipping lower, I found her already wet and ready for me. Smiling against her chest, I sucked harder on her nipple while my hand found her clit, swollen and tender.

“Shit!” she screamed, pushing hard against my hand.

So f*cking hot.

Still working her with my hand, I kissed a path down her chest and across her belly button until I reached her panties. “It’s time for these to go,” I said.

My hand moved up to shed the lace from her body, and I heard her whimper from the loss of my hand. I watched in fascination as I moved the fabric over her hips and down her long legs before it finally fell on the floor next to us.

What was left was nothing but Liv.

She was breathtaking.

“I planned on making you scream out my name with my tongue alone, but seeing you like this is driving me insane.”

“Please, Jackson,” she begged.

Kneeling before her, I watched as she propped herself up on her elbows and spread her legs farther apart, giving me the most beautiful view in the world.

With hooded, hungry eyes, she watched as I yanked my T-shirt up and over my head before dropping it to the side of the bed without a single glance.

“Keep looking at me like that,” I said.

“Like what?” She bit into her bottom lip with a grin.

“Like I’m the most fascinating thing you’ve ever seen.”

“Maybe you are,” she purred.

As I flashed her a wicked grin, my hands traveled down to my belt buckle. “I haven’t even taken off my pants yet, sweetheart.”

She watched intently, her eyes never wavering, as I made quick work of my jeans and boxers before dropping them onto the growing pile of forgotten clothes on the floor.

“Even better than I imagined,” she said softly.

I crawled back onto the bed. My body brushed against her heated skin, sending shivers down my spine.

“You mean, bigger—bigger than you expected.” I grinned against her shoulder as I scattered kisses along her collarbone and neck.

“I always knew you were well-endowed, Jackson. You tend to be very alert when I’m around. Plus, there was that night in the hot tub.” She laughed.

Memories of her sexy little body grinding against mine suddenly clouded my vision. I’d wanted her more in that moment than my next breath—much like right now.

“No more talking. I need you—now,” I demanded before slamming my mouth on hers without mercy.

She took everything I gave while arching into me with enthusiasm and such passion.

Our lips molded together, and my hands gripped her hips, pulling her tight against me. It would never be enough. I wanted to crawl inside her and brand my name on her heart, making a permanent reminder that I’d been here and I was never leaving.