Jackson (Wild Boys After Dark, #3)(2)
Jackson smirked. His family had known about him and Laney sleeping together since his mother caught them in bed together their senior year in high school. That was a fun afternoon, he thought sarcastically, remembering his mother’s surprise and the lecture he’d gotten afterward.
Jackson picked up the phone, took it off speaker mode, and pressed it to his ear. “I’ll catch ya later, Coop.”
“You lucky bastard. Breakup sex?”
He eyed his best friend, whose arms were crossed as she tapped her toes impatiently. “Dunno.”
“No, it’s not breakup sex!” Laney took the phone from Jackson, whispering, “You need to lower the volume on your stupid phone.” She turned her attention to Cooper. “It’s I-can’t-think-straight sex. Are you guys cool? Can we hang up now?”
She ended the call and pulled Jackson into the bedroom. The room was dark, save for the lights of the city ten stories below. He gripped Laney’s arms and spun her against him, searching her eyes for the truth. Bryce Ricker was a nice guy, a stable stockbroker who treated Laney well. But there was something about the guy that rubbed Jackson the wrong way—he was too good. He was too nice, and if he did a damn thing to Laney, he’d be too dead.
“Tell me he didn’t do anything bad, or we’re not doing this.”
She placed her hands on his hips and stepped in closer, bringing her belly against his throbbing erection, and slid her hands up his rib cage and over his pecs, which were strung tight.
“He didn’t do anything bad,” she said just above a whisper. “I would never lie to you. I just need…” Her hands traveled down to his ass, and she pulled their bodies flush against each other. “This.”
He cupped her beautiful face in his hands and brushed his lips over hers, feeling her anticipation in the arch of her back. He ran his tongue over the sweet bow of her lower lip, then pressed soft kisses to her lips as her hands slipped beneath his briefs and cupped his bare ass.
“Off,” she whispered.
He pressed his cheek to hers, knowing exactly how to calm her racing thoughts, and whispered, “In due time.”
“Jackson,” she said in one long breath.
He lowered his mouth to her neck and sucked in her supple skin, earning a throaty moan.
“Please,” she said. “I need you now.”
“You don’t know need yet.” He pulled her tight against him, grazing his teeth over the ridge of her shoulder. He loved her taste, her softness, and the way her entire body reached for him, from her pert nipples to her rocking hips. Even after more than ten years of having sex whenever the urge struck, every time felt like the first—only better, hotter, because they both knew exactly how to get the other one off.
He unhooked her bra and tossed it away, then captured her mouth in a demanding kiss, taking, possessing, and reminding her that whatever happened, he was still right there with her. He knew their arrangement would end one day. Some lucky bastard would shatter the hurt of the past and fill all her needs. But for now he soaked her in. Their lips parted on a sigh, and his mouth traveled south to the tiny heart tattoo just above her left breast. He covered it with his mouth, licking the darkened image of the keyhole in the center. He’d taken her to get the tattoo when her parents had separated.
“Jackson,” she whispered. She opened his left hand and pressed a kiss to the tattoo of the key in the center of his palm.
His lips met hers in a tender kiss, and then he touched his forehead to hers as he pressed the tattoo he’d gotten the same day she’d gotten hers to her cheek. “One day you’ll find the right man, Laney. You won’t need me to keep your heart safe anymore. Until then, I’m right here.”
She didn’t say a word, just closed her eyes and arched against him again. He knew Laney wasn’t big on talking, and neither was he, except when it came to her feelings. He wanted her to feel safe and to know that no matter what had led her to him tonight, she was going to be okay.
He kissed her again, softly at first, then more urgently, as they both needed the release. He nipped at her lip, then moved lower, taking her ripe nipple into his mouth. He brushed his thumb over one taut peak while circling the tight bud of the other with his tongue, then sucking just hard enough that she whimpered with desire. The sexy little noises she made as she fisted her hands in his hair and pushed him lower sent a bolt of lust through him. He kissed and nipped his way down to her panties, hovering there, aching to taste her slick * but wanting to bring her more pleasure first. He kissed her inner thighs and stroked her hips with his large hands. She rocked into him as he ran his tongue along the crease between her sex and her thigh. Her scent was intoxicating, and when he licked her through her panties, the taste of her was almost too much to resist. It was her soft sigh of surrender that had him tearing her panties off. He loved that particular noise, so freeing, so feminine, and at least at this moment, made solely for him. He tossed her panties to the floor and removed her heels, dropping them across the room as her breathing quickened. Jackson laid her on the bed and came down over her, gazing into her needful eyes and kissing her like she was his—only his.
“Jackson…”
He knew what she needed, and he moved down between her legs, hiking one thigh over his shoulder. She gripped his shoulders as he brought his mouth to her hot, wet center. She tasted sweet and so damn f*ckable he had to have more. He gripped her ass and angled her hips, opening her up to him as he slid his fingers inside her heat and circled her clit with his tongue with practiced precision.