Beloved (Toni Morrison Trilogy #1)(60)

“Can I get you anything else? Dessert?” she asks.

“No way, I couldn’t eat another thing,” I smile and Jackson shakes his head and grabs the check. “Everything was delicious, Jackson. Thank you for tonight.”

“Tonight’s not over.” Standing before me, he extends his hand tentatively. Without any hesitation I place mine in his. Was he afraid I’d say no? There isn’t a damn thing that would stop me. The feel of his hand surrounding mine makes my heart skip a beat. Almost like the world has righted itself. I’m in trouble. I’m falling fast.

We exit into the cool night air and I shiver. “Hey.” He stops and encircles my waist. “Thank you for letting me break your rules.”

“Of course.” Leaning in, I place a brief kiss on his lips. Passion erupts the moment our lips meet and the kiss becomes more frantic. His hands grip my sides as his fingers dig into my hips. I welcome the feeling. His need pushes my own. I feel his arousal against my stomach and suddenly couldn’t care less about the rest of our evening. Jackson pushes me back against the car as his mouth devours mine. Time is irrelevant. Everything else fades away. Once again, he overtakes me and I’m lost to him. All I hear is the sound of his breathing, his moans. All I feel is him around me—touching me, wanting me, making me fall faster. He pulls away and turns, rubbing his hand roughly down his face.

“Fucking Christ,” he mumbles. “I can’t control myself when I touch you.”

His words stun me. They’re exactly how I feel. As soon as his skin meets mine, I lose all self-control. I need to get a freaking grip. The constant battling of emotions when I’m around him is draining. One minute I can’t get close enough, and the next I’m fighting to keep my heart safe. Why does this have to be so damn difficult?

Once he’s composed himself he walks back up to me and opens the car door. “In.” My body obeys him without hesitation.

Jackson takes a minute outside the limo and tells Xavier where to go. I roll the window down and look at him. The air between us is charged, and though he’s listening to something Xavier is saying, his unblinking eyes are locked on mine. The depth of his stare is almost too much. My yearning grows and I lick my lips, gripping the bottom one between my teeth as he opens the door. Before it even clicks shut behind him, his mouth is on mine again. I can’t get close enough. I’ve never been this girl. I’ve never desired a man as much as I do at this moment. It’s primal, raw.

Our lips are fused and the need to be closer is unbearable. It’s clear Jackson is fighting the same urges. He pushes me flat on the seat, and hovers above me. My heart is pounding, my lips are tingling, and all I want is to ease the aching between my legs.

His eyes shift from lustful to resolute and he pulls me back up. We’re both breathing heavy as we recover from the rush of the moment. I would have let him f*ck me in this car. With the window open for all to see! What the hell is wrong with me? I turn and look out the window, thankful for the cool air as I try to reel in my libido.

Jackson grasps my hand and I look over. “If you think I don’t want you, you’re wrong. I promise I’m going to do that and so much more, but we need a lot more time than a ten-minute drive.” His brow lifts as his dimple appears.

I bite my lip at the hunger evident on his face and the promise of things to come. The longing to kiss him is too great to fight. I lean in and brush my lips against his.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” He smiles.

“For everything.” I shrug and return to watching the city pass by.

Not even a minute later, the car stops. We’re on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, right by Central Park. I love this area of the city. It’s gorgeous—and extremely expensive. Jackson’s hand extends as he exits the limo. He pulls me forward as Xavier retrieves my bag. I look at the huge apartment building and it hits me—we aren’t going to the park. He lives here. Ashton and I looked at a few apartments on this side of the city, but even with both our incomes it was out of our price range. I shouldn’t be surprised. He does own two companies, but he never seems to flaunt his money.

“Catherine?” he says softly, causing me to jump. “Ready?” I swear one day he won’t be able to sneak up and scare the crap out of me.

We enter the building and I’m surprised by its contemporary design. Everything is clean lines, reminding me of his office in Virginia.

“How long have you lived here?” I ask.

Jackson rolls his neck and drops my hand before answering. “About a year.”

“It’s beautiful. I love this part of the city.”

We enter the elevator and head to the twentieth floor. Jackson’s hand snakes around my back. “I do too.”

“I wish our office were closer to the park. I’ve always wanted to go there for lunch and just people watch.” Central Park is spectacular. Sometimes it’s a little scary, but for the most part it’s wonderful. My father took me to the zoo there a few times. I always thought it was amazing that this little piece of the wild was placed in the perfectly manicured park in the perfectly chaotic city.

“Every morning I go for a five-mile run in the park.”

“I’m not surprised you run every day.” There will be none of that for me.

“We can wake up tomorrow and go.” He smiles, knowing damn well that isn’t happening.