Ready or Not (The Ready Series Book 4)(55)

Parting my slick folds, I stroked myself once, moving up toward my clit. I circled the sensitive nub, involuntarily moaning from each tantalizing caress.

“Spread your legs. I want to see all of you.”

My legs shifted farther apart, giving a clear view of my most intimate parts and the way I was touching them.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed into the speaker.

Syllables, words, and sentences escaped me. So focused on my own pleasure, I could only respond with a deep moan as I sunk two fingers deep inside my core.

“Faster. Work those fingers faster, Liv,” he dictated.

I listened. Placing my thumb on my clit, I f*cked myself, moving my fingers in and out, as I rocked my body against them.

“Jackson,” I managed to say.

There was no answer.

“Jackson!” I yelled as I felt myself growing close.

Suddenly, a loud noise from downstairs startled me, and hurried feet rushed up the stairs.

Before I had a second to cover myself, he appeared, standing in my doorway. He’d barely pulled down his jeans over his boxers briefs, which were now straining against the ridge of his hard cock.

With his hand pointed toward the bed, he ordered, “Hands and knees—now.”

His eyes were wild with desire, and I knew he was probably hanging on by a string. I didn’t waste any time. I stood from my chair in front of the window. As I walked past him, my hands brushed his bare chest, and his breath hissed out in response.

Crawling onto the bed and baring my ass in all its glory, I went on all fours. The bed dipped behind me as strong hands slid up my thighs and wrapped firmly around my hip.

His body bent forward, and his warm breath caressed my ear as he whispered, “Seeing you touch yourself like that, knowing you were thinking of me while you did it…I couldn’t stay away. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stay away Liv.”

His words halted as his body slammed into mine.

“Oh f*ck!” I cried out, pushing back against him.

Over and over, he plunged into my slick body, sending me deeper into ecstasy. My legs shook, and my arms trembled as sweat dripped down my face. It was primal, dirty, and downright beautiful.

My body started to spasm as he let out a guttural moan while moving faster and harder. We came together, our bodies detonating like two exploding stars. Unable to stay upright a second longer, we both collapsed onto the bed, curled in each other’s arms. I could hear the rapid rhythm of his heart beating against my back as he kissed my shoulder.

“Stress level better?” he asked softly.

“Much.”

“Good, ’cause we’re running late now.”

I looked over at the clock and saw it was now twenty minutes from the time we were supposed to be at the restaurant.

“Shit!” I jumped out of bed, stark-naked, with my just-f*cked hair sticking out in every direction.

“If it helps at all, you should wear the purple dress right there,” he said, pointing to a simple wrap dress. “I always like you in purple,” he confessed sweetly.

His naked body was draped across my bed, doing all sorts of crazy things to my frazzled brain.

“You, out,” I commanded, pointing to the door.

He laughed, standing proudly, without an ounce of shame.

With a body like that, who needs shame?

Focus, Liv.

“I can’t think with all that yummy nakedness around. Go get dressed, and be back here in ten minutes!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, playing up his Carolina boy accent.

He peeked out the window as he was pulling up his jeans. “Looks like Leah is here to pick up Noah. I’d better run out and say good-bye to him. Wish I had a shirt.” He shrugged and then quickly kissed me on the cheek. “Oh, and if it ever comes up, you’re afraid of spiders.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Spiders?”

“I might have mentioned something to Noah about you being afraid of spiders and needing someone to kill one for you before I ran out of the house as if a fire were chasing me.”

Before I had a chance to answer, he slapped my bare ass and gave me a parting wink.

I shook my head, covering a giggle, as I moved to the closet to get dressed.

I stopped as it all came back—dinner, parents…olive branch.

My phone rang, and it was Jackson again.

I glanced up at the window across from me, but he wasn’t there.

“Hello?”

“Purple dress, remember?”

“How did you—” I began to ask.

“I just did. Take a deep breath. It’s going to be okay.”

Nodding, I let in a long gulp of air and allowed it to fill my lungs.

No matter what happened tonight, I knew that everything would be just fine as long as Jackson was there to hold my hand.

Jackson

The restaurant was exactly the type of place I’d expected a Senator and his wife to dine. Upscale and refined, it was known for its exclusive menu and world-class chef. It was also impossibly hard to get into—unless, of course, one had money.

It was rumored that Douglas Prescott’s wealth was grossly exaggerated. Having been in several confidential meetings with him now, I knew this to be fairly inaccurate. The man was loaded. But wealthy politicians didn’t go over well in an economy where jobs were scarce and prices were sky-high. Even a rich Republican had to do his best to connect with the regular folk, and that was exactly what the good old Senator from Virginia was trying to do.