Jackson (Wild Boys After Dark, #3)(8)

“Jackson,” she said softly. “That’s…”

He sank his teeth into the curve of her shoulder, sending a shudder right through her.

“That’s not helping.” She couldn’t stifle a moan when he moved one hand from around her waist to the fishing pole and slid the other beneath the edge of her shorts, teasing her through her panties.

“But—oh my—” She loved when he took control, teasing her at the times when it was most unexpected. He rocked his hips, pressing his hard length against her ass as his fingers crept inside her panties and sank into her, masterfully taking her up, up, up...“That feels so good.”

She reached behind her with one hand just as the fish pulled, tugging her forward on one foot. She lost her balance, sending them both tumbling toward the water. She dropped the rod, he grabbed her, and in the seconds it took to hit the water, he’d positioned himself beneath her, taking the brunt of the fall. Gripping her waist from beneath her, he pushed her up through the surface and she gulped in air. He followed her up, all the while holding on to her and keeping her head above water.

“You okay?” He searched her eyes. “Are you hurt?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her in close, kicking his legs to keep them afloat.

“No. You?” she asked.

Relief swept over his face, and he laughed. “No. Sorry, Laney. I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t thinking.”

She pressed her lips to his, and his tongue coaxed hers open. She drank in the sweetness of their kiss, and she felt him moving them toward the shore. When his feet touched the riverbed, he held them there, immersed in the cold water from her shoulders down, as he deepened the kiss.

“The rod…” she reminded him as it floated downstream.

His eyes went nearly black. “Don’t care.” He tangled one hand in her hair and took her in another punishingly intense kiss.

“Have to…” He nipped at her lower lip, his hand slipping up the back of her shorts. “Have you. I’m sorry. I just…”

Her lips burned with the fiery passion of his kisses. Her hands slid over his back, his arms, and finally she clutched at his head. She wanted all of him, fast and hard. His body was hot, the water was cold, and when his fingers found their way inside her again, pleasure radiated through her.

“Off,” she said against his lips. “Take my shorts off.”

He made quick work of stripping her bare, holding her with one strong arm against him as he maneuvered out of his own clothes and pushed into her. She couldn’t repress the moan of pleasure that sailed from her lips as he wrapped his big, strong hands around her hips, sliding her along his thick cock over and over again. She matched his urgency with her unsated needs, sucking and nipping at his neck the way she knew he loved—and he satisfied her needs the way he knew no other man ever could.

“Fuck, Laney—”

“Tell me,” she pleaded. “You know I love to hear it.”

“Fuck. You’re so tight, so hot. It’s too electric.” He quickened his efforts, his head tipping back with a groan as he found the pleasure points that sent spears like fireworks through her chest.

“More,” she begged.

He tightened his grip, moving into shallower water as he took her breast in his mouth and sucked hard.

“Ohgodohgod!” Shocks of pain and excruciatingly erotic sensations stroked through her. “More, Jackson. I need more of you.”

“Fuck. You’re gonna make me come.” He held her still. “Laney…”

“Don’t come yet,” she begged. “This feels too good.”

He carried her from the water and laid her beneath him on their blanket, then drove into her. Pinning her knees between his arms and chest, he thrust in deep time and time again.

“Fuck,” he growled, eyes closed, jaw tense, and glorious body moving in perfect rhythm with hers.

She loved the feel of his body pounding hard against her, in her, and the pleasure that vibrated through her with every stroke. She rocked her hips as he pressed in hard, and she spiraled over the edge, clawing his back as her insides shattered and pulsed around him. She held on tight to his wet skin while he slowed his efforts and released her legs, then ran his tongue over her taut nipples.

“Jackson,” she said in a heated breath. “Please…”

“This might be our last weekend, and I’m not going to hurry through it.” He lifted his eyes to hers and then turned his attention back to her body—but not before she saw the sadness in his gaze.

She pushed at his chest, fighting to keep her own emotions at bay. “Over,” she said, and he obliged, shifting onto his back while holding tightly to her, keeping their bodies joined.

She cupped his cheeks and searched his eyes. “No more talking about that. I want this with you. Just us. Now. Here. Got it?”

He grinned and pulled her into a savagely rough kiss. She held on to his shoulders and rode him hard as he filled his hands with her breasts and loved them with his mouth some more, sending her back over the edge again and again. Just when she was sure her body had nothing left to give, he sat up, shifted her beneath him, and sealed his lips over hers as he loved her slowly to deliciously sweet ecstasy.

“Close your eyes,” he said before kissing each lid.