Ready or Not (The Ready Series Book 4)(43)

I was ready for Jackson.

I was ready to leap.



“Are you okay, Jackson?” I watched him from across the bubbling hot water.

We’d been in the hot tub for a few minutes, and an eerie silence had settled between us. He’d seemed up to the idea of relaxing together and watching the moonlight shining over the lake but ever since I’d walked through the double doors and sunk into the water, he’d been on edge and almost twitchy.

“What?” he asked, his attention snapping up to me. “I’m good.”

“Then why do you feel so distant?”

“I’m not distant. Just quiet.” His eyes darted away again, and he focused on the lake, now nearly invisible under the dark sky.

Jackson nervously wrung his hands together, and I watched as he let out a deep breath that he must have been holding for far too long.

Why was he so nervous?

Moving forward, I rose from the water and took a few careful steps toward him, stealing his attention once again.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Bringing me here with Noah wasn’t your original plan, was it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Go Fish, roasting marshmallows—that wasn’t how this weekend was supposed to start?” I closed the remaining distance between us until my legs brushed up against the inside of his thighs.

The tender touch of his fingers trailed my thigh, curving toward the back to cup my ass.

“No,” he simply answered.

I swung my legs around to straddle his trim waist. His arms wrapped tightly around me and pulled me closer, every scorching inch seemingly bringing as much pain as pleasure. It was as if he were at war with himself, struggling to remain in control.

“Why? Why did you change your plans?”

His cupped hand dropped to the water, collecting a steamy palmful within as he brought it to my shoulder and let the contents slid down my back. His fingers followed the trail the water left behind, kneading sore muscles as he spoke.

“I thought you might need time,” he confessed softly.

“Why?”

His gaze met mine, and I saw tenderness in his features.

“I don’t expect to know everything you’re going through, Liv, but I do know that to anticipate anything from you right now is out of the question. The only thing I’m sure of is, I’m here for you—in whatever way you need me.”

My hands joined his that returned to my shoulders, and his warm fingers intertwined with mine.

“What if all I need right now is for you to touch me?”

“Liv—” he said hesitantly.

“Please listen to me before you say anything.”

He nodded.

I continued, “In some ways, I feel like nothing happened. It was a near miss, you know? I should be happy for that fact. I’d trusted the wrong person, and that mistrust almost cost me something precious. Had you not been there, had you not saved me from him—I honestly don’t know where I would be mentally right now.”

“You doubt yourself,” he said, not bothering to ask but rather forming it as a statement.

“Yes. It’s something I’m still struggling with and working through. Even though the rational side of me knows I did everything right and that I shouldn’t hold anything against myself for the way I handled that afternoon, I still feel weakness. I still feel a loss of the woman I once was.”

I could see his lips about to move, his words forming. He wanted to rebuff my words, console me, and heal me, but I needed only one type of healing tonight.

“Victor was the last man I was intimate with,” I said slowly as I slid our joined hands down the bare skin at my sides. “Help me forget, Jackson.”

His fingers dug into my waist as I was pulled even closer to him. The water lurched forward and splashed, and I suddenly found myself flush against every part of him. My legs instinctively tightened around him as his lips met mine.

Every movement and every single touch felt deliberate and full of purpose. Nothing was hurried or clumsy. This wasn’t another rushed late-night encounter that I had grown accustomed to over the years. This was a man showing me exactly what it felt like to be worshipped.

When his lips touched mine, I felt passion and tenderness along with deep longing unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

I wanted this man and not just for one night. The longer I spent wrapped up in Jackson’s arms, the less intimidating the idea of finding someone permanent became.

Our kiss deepened, my mouth opening for him, and our tongues moved together like long-lost lovers. I felt him grow harder beneath me, heightening my desire. I moved, grinding my body against him, as my lips tasted his.

“Liv,” he groaned.

“Please, don’t stop.”

My pleading words pushed him further, and his hands dipped under the edge of my bathing suit bottom to grip my bare ass. His skin against mine felt exhilarating. My heart raced inside my chest, beating and skipping in a staccato rhythm that seemed to match the butterfly sensation blossoming in my belly.

I wanted him with every ounce of my being, every fiber of my soul.

That thought was dashed as Victor’s cruel face rushed to the forefront of my mind for one brief moment, shattering my Zen-like state.

Why?

Why would the memory of Victor come back now when I felt safe and secure in Jackson’s arms?