True for You (14 page)

Jackson

I
lift my head, dizzy from kissing her.

With
my free hand, I tug at the ties on her bathing suit, and she lifts
her hips. Down her legs it goes, and I groan at the sight of her nude
body.

She
spreads her thighs wide, giving me a view of pink, wet flesh. “Are
you going to kiss me down there again?”

“Down
where?” I take my finger and run it down the center of her
stomach, stopping right above her dark curls. “Here?”

“Lower,”
she gasps.

“You
want me to lick that pretty little pussy of yours?” I murmur.
“The last time I did that, you purred for me.” I let my
finger edge closer, and her hips lift. “Ah, ah. Do you want me
to or not?”

“Yes.”

Smiling
wickedly, I lower my mouth, using my fingers to spread her apart. The
first swipe of my tongue has her crying out my name. The second has
her hips jerking against me. I’m so hard right now that I’m
ready to tear off my board shorts and shove my dick inside of her.

I
let go of her wrists, and her hands get all tangled up in my hair.
She writhes under me, gasping my name and moaning. I peer up at her,
watching as the sun shines on her body. Her nipples are tight,
begging for my attention.

Reaching
up, I pinch one, and then the other. Bliss screams. Then her hands
are on my shoulders, urging me to her. She wraps her legs around my
waist, her tongue pushing inside my mouth. Somehow, she manages to
shove my shorts down, and my cock brushes against her.

She
moans, her hands going to my dick and putting it right where I want
it to be. Well, almost.

“In
me… I want you in me,” she gasps in my ear.

“I
don’t have a condom.”

“I’m
on the pill… during the tour.” Her head falls back.
“Health benefits.”

Closing
my eyes, I exhale. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Slowly,
I thrust my hips forward, sinking inside of her. Bare walls grip me,
and I have to clench my jaw, locking my muscles to make them obey me
and not my dick. Another inch and I’m past speaking, but then
she makes a little noise, not of pleasure but of pain.

“Want
me to stop?” I pant, looking into her dark eyes. They’re
shiny, but she’s not crying.
Please
say no, baby.
“I can go slower.”

“Keep
going.” She tilts her hips, and I slide in a little deeper. Her
hands stroke my back, grab my ass, and run up the back of my thighs.
It’s like she’s everywhere. She touches the base of my
dick and squeezes.

“Holy
fu—”

“You feel so
good,” she moans. “So hard and big…
huge
inside of me. Will you fit the rest of the way?”

This
girl is always taking what should be my lines and making them her
own. I fucking love it.

“We’ll
fit.”

A
silky leg glides up the back of my calf. She licks me behind my ear.
“Then what are you waiting for,
Jackson
Morgan
.”

Next
thing I know, I’m buried to the hilt inside of her, pounding
into her for all I’m worth, and she’s whispering in my
ear, “More.
Yes.
Oh God, that feels so good. Please… please more.”

I
move my hips harder, faster, like I’m a machine made to
pleasure her. This wasn’t how I wanted her first time to be…
I wanted more for her. I wanted it to be perfect, to be sweet and
slow and—

“More,”
she moans.

Obviously,
it’s not about me, and she wants more. So, I do what any
Southern boy would do for his lady, and give her more.

Hell,
I give her everything.

When
she cries out my name again, I let myself go.

***

I
have no idea how long we’ve been lying here, on top of a pile
of towels and under a makeshift blanket. I can’t stop touching
her, can’t stop running my hands over her body and kissing her
softly. Reverently.

“Jackson,”
she sighs.

“Bliss
Morgan,” I say, eliciting a laugh. I kiss her lips one last
time, right before her eyes flutter close. She snuggles into me,
laying her head on my chest.

Strangely
enough, I’ve never had times like this after sex. Honestly, I
spent most of the time seducing, banging, and then getting the hell
back on the road. Even when I was with a girl I cared about, I never
actually had to time to savor the after.

My
schedule didn’t allow it. Actually, I didn’t allow it,
not even with—I close my eyes. I’ll be damned if I let
anyone, even in the form of memories, to intrude on this.

But
as sweet as this is, I can’t get it out of my head that I’ve
done the wrong thing. That I’ve not only messed up again by
making love to Bliss, but that the only out either one of us had is
gone.

I
don’t want to leave her. I have no intentions of leaving her,
but I’m scared shitless that I’ve just made the biggest
mistake of my life.

Her
hand brushes my thigh. Then her fingers tiptoe to rest right beside
my dick. She runs a finger down the length of it.

“Bliss,”
I murmur as I rise over her. “We can’t do this again,
because…” Hurt fills her eyes as she looks up at me.
There’s no way I’ll finish that sentence with what I was
planning on saying. “It’s too soon, and you’ll be
sore.”

“Oh.”
The hurt leaves, but her bottom lip sticks out a little. “I
really love orgasms.”

I
blink at her. “Excuse me?”

She
smiles, full lips curving. “I was practicing my dirty talking
with you.”

Tilting
my head to one side, I lick my lips. “Do
you love orgasms as
much as hot snaps?”

“Better
than a truckload of them.”

Dipping
my head, I use my tongue to trace a circle around her nipple,
watching in satisfaction as it hardens. My entire body hardens along
with it. “My tongue won’t hurt you.” I kiss my way
down her body, and she arches against me. “I can lick and suck
on that little clit of yours, and it won’t hurt at all.”
I part her curls with my thumbs and blow gently on her pink flesh.

“When
you’re done, I want to lick and suck on you,” she pants.
“I want to do everything.”

Giving
her my most wicked grin, I lower my mouth, but not before promising,
“We will, baby doll. I’ll teach you everything.”

Chapter Fifteen

Bliss

I’m
lying on the sofa, with my head in Jackson’s lap. He runs his
hands through my hair, humming a song I’ve never heard before.

My
eyes are heavy, and my stomach is full. So is my head. I can’t
stop thinking about him and our situation, or this afternoon.

We
spent the rest of the day outside, playing in the pool, giving each
other kisses and orgasms. I had no idea how many different ways we
could, or where I could put my mouth and lick him… my cheeks
heat.

And
dear God, the orgasms, he gives me. Based on that alone, I can
understand why women chased him.

“Bliss,”
he murmurs.

“Hmmm?”
is all I can manage to say, because I’m afraid I’ll blurt
out more than what I can handle.

“Ready
for bed?”

“I
don’t want to move.”

He
strokes the side of my face. “It’s almost midnight. Way
past your bedtime.”

“I
don’t have a bedtime.”

“No
sleep is only for the wicked, and since you’re the sweetest
girl I know…”

I
sit up, brushing my hair out of my face. “I can be wicked.”
The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

He
touches my face again, lingering by
corner of my mouth.
“Maybe I like you sweet.”

“You
don’t like sweet. I remember all the girls you took back to
your hotel room and your bus. This afternoon I wasn’t sweet at
all, not when you had me—”

“About
that—”

“You
like wicked, naughty, and experienced. I can be like those other
girls, but you’ll have to keep helping me with the experienced
part.” I straddle his lap, but before I can touch him, he grabs
my wrists. “What?”

His
blue eyes burn bright. “I don’t want you to be anything
other than what you are.”

“I’m
your wife.” I lower my mouth to his, but at the last second he
turns his head and I kiss his cheek.

“Not
like this.”

My
heart stutters in my chest, and cold rejection washes over me.
“’Kay.”

His
breath is hot against my skin. “I’m not saying no to you,
just the location. It’s bad enough that your first time was by
the pool, for God’s sake, and then this afternoon.”

My
stomach drops. “What was wrong with this afternoon?”

“Nothing.
Everything.” He groans, his head falling back for a minute.
“You deserved a soft bed, roses on the mattress, and time. Lots
and lots of time for me to kiss you everywhere, to stroke your body
until you couldn’t take anymore and were begging me to make
love to you. That’s what should have happened and it didn’t.”

My
breath begins to quicken. “Why? I’m no better than anyone
else. And for the record, I loved what happened.”

“So
did I.” He leans back, gazing into my eyes. “It’s
not about better or worse. It’s about expectations. Those
groupies—they expected one thing out of me, and nothing else.
It wasn’t romance or commitment—well, maybe a couple of
them did. All they wanted was to be fucked by a celebrity.”

“As
for you,” he adds, in that seductive voice of his. “I
want you to forget about everything you saw or thought you saw
happening with me and those females. I want your expectations to be
so much more, and I’ll meet them. I swear it to you. Can you do
that for me?”

“Only
if you can.”

He
cups the side of my face and says, “I don’t remember any
woman before you.”

My
heart almost jumps out of my chest. “You mean it?” I
want to slap my hand over my mouth for asking such a thing.

As
if he’s going to tell the truth and say, “Well, Bliss,
there was this one girl in Wichita who could put her feet behind her
ears.” Or something like that. Maybe he’ll laugh it off.

My
chest tightens as I wait for answer. Then I give up waiting. “Never
mind. That was a stup—”

“Let
me show you.”

He
pushes off the couch and stands, his strong arms taking me with him.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and his hard length hits me in just
the right spot. Gasping, I let my head fall back. His tongue flicks
at my throat.

With
every step, our bodies bump together. At one point, he groans, then I
feel the wall against my back, and his lips are on mine.

Oh
God, can he kiss. I have no idea if what I’m doing is right.
So I do what I’ve done each time we’ve kissed—I
follow his lead. But when his tongue touches mine, I gasp and forget
all about following, or if I’m doing this right.

I
simply kiss him. I memorize his mouth, the texture and shape. I learn
what makes him growl low in his throat and what makes him kiss me
back harder.

He
breaks our kiss. “We have to get to the bedroom.”

“Okay,”
I agree and claim his lips once more. His fingers dig into my thighs
and I whimper, not in fear… but in want. In excitement.

We
start moving again and before I know it, he’s laying me down on
his bed. I hold up my arms. “Come to bed with me.”

Tenderly,
he removes my glasses and kisses my forehead. I frown, letting my
arms fall back to the bed. Then he kisses each of my cheeks, lightly.
Almost like he’s saying good night.

“Jackson.
Come to bed with me.” This time it’s not a request, but
a demand.

He
steps away, and runs a hand through his blonde hair. “In a
minute. I like looking at you.”

“I
like looking at you, too.” I tug at the hem of his shirt. “I’d
like it better if you didn’t have clothes on while I looked at
you.”

He
gives me a familiar grin—wicked and smug. “I will if you
will.”

I
rise, kneeling in the middle of the bed, and take off all my clothes.
“Done.”

His
hands go to the collar of his shirt, pulling it over his head in that
way only men seem to do. Then he unfastens his jeans, agonizingly
slow. By the time he gets to the last button, I’m ready to
tackle him, and when he places a knee on the bed, I do.

“Wild
child,” he laughs, pulling me on top of him.

I
sit up, and then lean forward, kissing him. “I think I love
you.”

He
brushes back my hair. “Thinking will get you into all sorts of
trouble.”

It’s
not the response I hoped for, but maybe he’ll forget about my
half-teasing confession.

“Teach
me a new position.”

Moving
behind me, he picks me up and sets me in his lap, his erection hot
and hard against my bottom. “Reverse cowgirl can be fun.”

“What
do I do?”

“First,
I have to make sure you’re real wet, baby.” He sinks one
finger inside of me, from behind. I’m sore, but not enough to
stop me from being with him again. “Not wet enough.” He
adds another, and I slowly start lifting my hips. “That’s
it. Ride my fingers before you ride my cock.”