Beholden (The Belonging Duet, #2)(31)

Unsure of what to do, I slowly slide my underwear down and I feel his warm breath against my ear. I can feel the heat emanating from his body. His chest barely grazes against my back when he breathes. I close my eyes and inhale the mix of steam and Jackson’s cologne. Every part of me aches for him. I want to move or speak, but I don’t want to break the spell.

We stand like that for what feels like an eternity. The large glass door is fogging up and I lift my hand to open it, but Jackson’s grabs my wrist.

“I’m still angry.” His deep voice causes the hairs on the back of my neck to rise.

I slowly turn and my hand gingerly skates across his chest. Somewhere between the kitchen and the bathroom he lost his shirt. My hand falls to his waistband and our eyes remain glued to each other.

“Let me make it better,” I rasp as I unhook his belt. “I think your anger is misplaced.” I unzip his shorts and they fall.

Jackson grabs my breast and squeezes, his thumb rubs back and forth across my nipple. “Did he touch you?”

My breath catches at his question. “No,” I say softly as I touch his face. “He didn’t touch me.”

His other hand rests on my hip since he can’t move it higher but his fingers crush the skin as he tightens his grip. “I can’t,” Jackson drops his forehead to mine.

“Can’t what?”

Jackson releases a measured breath, “I can’t think of his hands touching you.”

He rolls my nipple in his fingers and I moan. “I wouldn’t let him,” I croak as he repeats his movement.

His hand drops as he slides the glass door open and nudges me in.

Carefully, we enter the large marble two-person shower. The jets shoot out of the sides and the rainfall showerhead cascades down on us. Jackson seats himself on the bench that takes the back wall. His eyes beckon me forward.

I push my wet hair back and settle between his legs. His hands tug at the back of my thighs pulling me forward.

“No other man should touch you.” His lips press against my stomach as his fingers indent my skin and dig in, thrusting me forward even more.

The hint of pain only heightens my senses.

“No other man’s hands should feel what I feel beneath my palms right now.” Jackson’s hand slips between my legs as he pushes them apart. My hands slap the cold marble tiles as I try to stay upright. “You’re my everything,” his voice is laced with pain as he inserts a finger inside me. “I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

My head falls back as my legs shake while he plunges his fingers over and over. He twists his hand so his thumb presses against my clit. “Jackson,” I whisper as my eyes roll back.

“Only me,” he groans with a possessive tinge.

Everything about this time I can feel as if it’s his mission to claim me. Each movement is him proving to either himself or me that I’m his. I belong to him. He belongs to me. In this moment we belong to each other.

I look at him and his eyes pierce my soul. “Only you,” I reply.

“I’m still pissed.”

“Good. I like pissed off.” I smirk and his eyes narrow as he weighs my words.

He continues to finger me as I climb toward my orgasm. Every part of me is alive. His hands awaken me and cherish me. Even though I know he’s angry that I went against his wishes, right now he adores me. Protecting me even when he’s being rough.

My legs begin to quake as I get closer to release, but the desire to be filled by him is too great. I drop my arms and grip his neck. Leaning in I kiss him with everything I have. Our tongues push against each other, swirling and volleying for power. I need him to take it all away. Take the doubt, the pain, and the weeks of dread I’ve held on to. And he does. Jackson takes it away with each twist of his tongue. Each thrust of his hand … he takes it away.

“I need you inside me,” I say breathlessly as his lips press against my neck.

Jackson groans before I feel his teeth graze the sensitive skin. “Do you now?” His hands don’t relent as he grinds his thumb harder against my clit. My knees are weak and I have to hold on to his shoulders for support.

“Yes, now,” I beg.

Shifting my leg over his I try to align myself, desperate for him. I close my eyes and try to fight off my release a little longer. I want him inside of me when I let go. I want to feel him fill me to the brink, where I can focus on nothing more than how we fit together.

He grabs my hips, halting me from being able to take what I want. “Not yet,” his throaty voice breaks through the fog. “Stand on the ledge,” he instructs while I step on the bench. Jackson runs his hands on my leg and lifts my leg up over his shoulder. “I’m going you make you come in my mouth first.”

And I know he means it. Jackson licks and sucks while using his finger to torture me. I get closer and closer, but he stops right before I’m ready to burst. Each time is stronger than the last. Each build goes higher than the one before. I’m going to die from the onslaught of pleasure. But what a way to go.

“I need you,” I groan as he continues. “To let me …” I stop unable to say more. When he pushes his tongue inside of me, I lose it. I writhe and scream as he draws out the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. Stars paint the walls and my hearing is gone as I float in complete bliss. There’s no strength left in my body as I sink to his lap. The water rains down, keeping me from being cold.