Beholden (The Belonging Duet, #2)(23)

We kiss slowly and tenderly. His tongue entwines with mine in a sensual dance. I give and take from him, allowing my heart to fill with love. His hands drift against my body, gripping the hem of my shirt tugging it up and off as the kiss breaks.

“Now, straddle my face.” Jackson’s voice drops even lower as he hooks my leg over him. Heat sears my veins, warming me everywhere.

I look at him, as he adjusts my leg over his shoulder, setting me in a straddle over his head. “Jackson?” I ask confused.

Before I can say or even think, his mouth is against me. I feel his tongue move up and down. I grip the headboard as his hand makes it’s way up my leg slowly and then back down while his eyes lock on mine. Watching him spurs me higher. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Jackson licks and sucks, pushing my hips to give him better access. The pleasure builds with each swipe of his tongue and my head falls back in pure ecstasy. “Jackson,” his name is a whisper but I know he hears it when his thumb rubs against my clit in small circles.

My hips start to move and I ride his face as the heat blazes through me as I climb.

He uses his arm to pull me back, and I whimper from the loss. “Get comfortable, baby. We’re just getting started,” Jackson says as he inserts two fingers and sucks on and around the nerves that are throbbing.

I need to release, but he brings me to the edge and then backs off. Torturing me in the best way. He stops and again I struggle to remain upright. “I’ve been patient. I’ve watched you get undressed unable to touch you. I’ve had to lie next to you, feel your heat. Feel you brush against me. I’m going to consume you tonight just like you do to me. You’re mine.”

Tears form as the pleasure builds. I need to come, but Jackson removes his fingers and waits. “Yours. Please. I need—” I beg him.

“What do you need?” he asks as he places kisses on my knee, then the inside of my thigh. Going slow and taking his time before climbing higher up my leg.

“You.” His eyes lock on mine as his mouth returns to my *. He licks and sucks while watching me. I moan and my head falls forward while I hold on to the bed frame.

“Like that?” He stops and my eyes snap open. “Or do you want me to stop?” Jackson asks while he inserts a finger and I cry out.

I’m so close.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I beg him as the heat of his mouth returns and I fall apart.

It takes a great effort to remember to hold myself up and not crush him. I pulse around him as he pulls every last ounce of pleasure from my body. Once my mind becomes coherent I ease myself to his side again.

“I love you,” he says and I press my lips to his.

“I love you, too,” I say leaning over him. Raining tender kisses on his chest. I look at the red circle marring his body from the bullet and gently kiss it. “I love every part of you. The bruises, the scars …” I say as I place another kiss on the other bullet wound from his past. “The pain.” My lips press against the tattoo to remember his fallen friends. “The hurt.” Our eyes stay connected as I move lower and kiss the second scar on his stomach from where they had to operate. “The fear.” I hover over him as I move to his leg and kiss the final injury he sustained. Hoping to take the pain away. “There isn’t one part of you I don’t love,” I say and he shuts his eyes. Refusing to allow him to shut me out, I take this moment and shift a little higher, sucking his dick into my mouth.

“Fucking hell, Catherine.” His hand threads in my hair as I surprise him by paying him back.

I glide up and down his hard length using only my mouth. Using my tongue, I lick around the tip and Jackson’s grip in my hair tightens. It spurs me on and I take him deeper. When he hits the back of my throat, he groans and pulls me off him.

“Not like this. Not the first time since …” He lets that statement hang out there, both of us knowing what he means.

I nod understanding. We need to connect and become one again. I reach over him carefully to his nightstand. This will be the first time I feel him since he walked out the door. I want to feel all of him again.

“Catherine? Do we need them?” he asks tentatively.

I look at him and smile. “No, I’m on the pill.”

“I want to feel you, baby. All of you. No barriers. Nothing between us,” Jackson says, nipping at my ear.

I moan and sit up, aligning myself to take him and not touch any of his injuries. I need him to fill me. Give me back that part of myself only he can give. I lock eyes with him as I slide myself down his length. Jackson’s eyes shut as we savor this moment. I stay still being mindful of his leg and abdomen wishing I could lie across his chest. Feel him against my skin, but even this is pushing it. I take him further into my body and adjust to him filling me to the brink.

“Feels so good, baby,” Jackson says through gritted teeth. He laces his fingers with mine and I grind down.

I rotate my hips as I ride him slowly and carefully. “Jackson,” his name a sigh as I feel him everywhere. I surrender myself to him. His body fits mine perfectly. I glide up and down as we hold on to each other’s hands. I start to build again as my clit rubs against him. “I’m gonna come again.”

“Come with me,” he says as I rock back and forth creating the friction I need. “Tell me. I’m close,” Jackson demands.