Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 145823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“Jackson.” I grabbed his hand and slid it down my stomach, between our bodies, and pressed it against my center.
He rose slightly, just enough to look in my eyes with a question.
“Please,” I reiterated.
Without looking away, he pushed the lace aside and swept his fingers from my opening to my clit.
I gasped but held his gaze.
“Fuck, Morgan. You’re so wet for me.” His jaw clenched and his brow furrowed with the effort of restraint.
If I hadn’t been wet before, the combination of those words and his sandpaper-rough voice would have gotten me there.
He repeated the stroke and swirled his fingers around my clit, bringing every nerve to life without giving me the very thing I needed.
I arched my neck, and my eyes slid shut at the exquisite pleasure his hands gave.
“Stay with me,” he demanded.
My eyes flew open, and I saw it, a tiny flicker of apprehension in his depths. What would make him worry even the slightest bit when his hands were on me? Stay with me.
That ache in my heart sharpened with realization, and I gripped the back of his neck. “I’m right here, Jackson.” I knew exactly who I was with.
He brushed his lips over mine, then plunged two fingers inside me, keeping his eyes locked on mine. The pleasure stole my very breath.
I cried out as he plunged again and rubbed his fingers against the front of my walls before withdrawing only to repeat again and again. Every stroke pitched me higher. The pleasure sharpened, and the tension within me wound tighter.
“More,” I demanded, riding his hand with greedy rocks of my hips.
“You feel so damned good.” He flicked over my clit with his thumb, and I moaned. It was too much and yet not enough. “Wet and slick and so fucking perfect.”
“You’re killing me.” His words, his touch, the very way he looked at me had me poised on a razor’s edge.
“Then you know exactly how I feel.” He thrust again. “Do you know how good we’re going to be together? How hard it is to touch you like this and not replace my fingers with my cock?”
“Who’s stopping you?” I challenged, rising to kiss him.
He groaned, consuming me with his kiss as his fingers stroked me to the edge of reason.
“Jackson.” My fingers tightened at his neck as that tension rose to consume me.
“That’s it, Kitty. Right there.” His thumb worked my clit, and as my thighs locked, he pressed on that bundle of nerves and sent me flying.
I screamed his name as the orgasm washed over me in a tsunami of pure bliss only to ride out the next wave and the next, until my body fell limp against the sheets and my breaths came in heaving gasps. Did it last minutes? Hours? Who cared?
“I could watch you do that all day,” he said against my lips as his fingers withdrew.
“I want you.” I gripped his ass and brought our hips flush so he wouldn’t mistake my meaning.
“Kitty,” he groaned, dropping his mouth to my neck.
“Now.” Now, before I could overthink my choice or give in to the guilt that was sure to follow.
He lifted his head and had the nerve to smirk, but there was a fine tremble in his arms. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I replied with a grin.
He laughed, and it was the best sound I’d ever heard. “And you’re sure about this?”
“Sure enough to tell you to get a condom.” I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted him. Only him. Not even—don’t go there.
His eyes darkened.
Footsteps sounded in a steady run, sounding like they were heading up—
“She’s coming up the stairs,” Jackson finished my thought. “Shit!” He yanked his shirt down to cover my breasts and whipped the comforter over us.
I hadn’t even noticed we’d thrown it off.
The door burst open, and Finley appeared. “Hi, Daddy!”
Kill me now. Right now, Lord. Mortification heated my already flushed cheeks. I was literally under her father.
“Hey, baby. What are you doing home?” He propped himself up on his elbows and grinned.
How the hell did he sound so calm? Why wasn’t he panicked and scrambling? Why was he holding me prisoner so I couldn’t panic and scramble?
“Mommy brought me! She has an audition, so I got to come home early!” She bounced with excitement and waved at me. “Hi, Morgan!”
Strike me dead this very moment. Can this possibly get any worse? “Hey, Fin,” I managed with a shaky smile. I would have waved, but my hands were currently pinned between my body and her father’s, not like I was telling her that.
Jackson barely disguised his confusion. “An audition, huh? Well, I’m just happy to have you home. You know, Cousteau could probably use some breakfast.”
“Right! I’m on it! One fishy breakfast coming up!” She turned and ran smack into Claire. “Sorry, Mom!”
Yep, it’s worse.