I knew I was crying, but I didn’t want to tell him why. I just smiled at him and told him what he needed to hear.
“That was the most intense thing that has ever happened to me.”
Jackson reached his hand up to my face and grinned.
“Good, because it’s going to happen again and again and again.”
He moved from me and before I knew what was happening, he lifted me into his arms and carried me into the house. Jackson sat me on the dining room table then stepped back to strip out of his clothes.
“Jackson, what are you doing?” He growled as he moved to me, “I’m taking my desert, hold on baby.”
Jackson moved to me taking my lips. I tasted myself on them and was unsure how I felt about it, but as his mouth continued to caress mine, I became more and more turned on. My body was aching for more. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me.
Without hesitating Jackson pulled his lips from mine, pressed my back onto the dining room table and pulled my hips to him.
“Mine,” Jackson growled as he plunged into me.
My body arched off the table and a gasp pulled from my lips, “Yes, Jackson.” Jackson was pounding into me, hard, sure and demanding. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my hips were searching for him with every ounce of strength I had.
“I want to watch you come Lacie. I want to see it. I want to see how beautiful you are while I’m buried deep inside of you. I want to watch your lips scream for me.”
Jackson reached between us and pressed on my clit and my body screamed for more.
“Tell me again Lacie, tell me you’re mine.”
I was so lost in the sensations he was bring out of me. My body was screaming for him to go faster, harder. I was writhing under his hands and body. He stopped stroking my clit, coming over me.
My legs pulling his body lower. He growled in my ear, “Mine, Lacie. Tell me.” His hips driving hard and deep inside of me. His eyes locked on mine.
I couldn’t hold back, “Yes Jackson, yes. I’m yours. Fuck, harder.”
He didn’t disappoint me. It’s like my words drove him to the brink. He didn’t miss a beat, he pulled my one leg up beside us and he pounded harder and harder inside of me. He hit me over and over again so deep that I thought I would rip apart.
“Oh shit, Lacie, you need to come, I can’t hold back.”
I was so close and his words made me clench and all I could do was scream his name. Before I was done, I felt Jackson spurt inside of me. His release was hot and burned deep inside of me. My body was shaking and squeezing him as he pressed deep within me. His breathing was coming in erratic pants as was mine. I felt like I couldn’t breathe then it hit me.
“Jackson, shit! What did you do?”
I saw him pull back still inside of me as I tried to move and get him out of me.
“What? What’s wrong, Lacie?”
Jackson looked confused and not sure of what he did. That was comforting, at least I knew it wasn’t intentional.
“Jackson, you didn’t use a condom. I’m not on birth control. Shit! What did we just do?”
Jackson still didn’t move, but his mouth crooked into a smile.
“Damn, baby, is that all?”
I looked at him like he was crazy. I felt like I was losing my mind. Is that all? Who is he kidding? I pushed him away, “Maybe this is a joke to you, Jackson, but I’m barely scraping by. I work my ass off and I have nothing to show for it. I don’t have the money for a baby. I-I, Jackson, don’t look at me like that.”
He moved to let me off the table. I tried to head for the patio to get my clothes, but he grabbed my arm, pulling my back up against him.
Jackson’s hands were over my stomach and he held me tight to him. In my ear he whispered, “You’re mine, Lacie. I will take care of you. I will take care of a baby if I’m lucky enough to be blessed with your child. I will never let you go, Lacie.”
Chills ran down my body, not from fear but from the sheer power and determination in his voice.
I laid my head against his shoulder.
“Jackson,” his name was merely a whisper off my lips. What was he doing to me? This wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t want to fall into his arms like this. I need some distance. I need more time. I pulled myself up and tried to move away but he held me.
“Don’t Lacie. Don’t pull away.”
I struggled against him. “I have to Jackson. Let me go.”
Jackson’s hold got tighter, “I’m never letting go Lacie. Run all you want, but I will never let you go.”
Jackson’s grip loosened and I moved out of his arms. I went out to the patio grabbing my clothes. I pulled the dress around my body, picked up my undergarments, and headed back in the house. I put my clothes on the chair in the dining room and picked up the dishes to take them to the kitchen. Jackson stood against the wall still naked watching me.
I started cleaning up the dishes and my mind was racing. We had sex without protection. I told him I was his. He’s claiming me, telling me he’s not going to let me go. What the hell have I done? I can’t do this. I have to get away from him. I need more time. This can’t happen, I can’t fall in love with someone again. Wait? Love? Am I already in love with him? No! No! No! This isn’t happening. I can’t, no. The tears on the patio were because I gave into him. Because I was weak and couldn’t hold them back. I only said them to get what my body needed. Right? They weren’t tears because my heart beats for him. My body craves his touch, my head can’t stop thinking about him and my heart beats just for him. No, damn it no! He can’t do this to me.
I heard him come into the kitchen. While I was washing up the plates.
“You know I have a dishwasher.”
I couldn’t take it. I spun on my feet and faced him. I pointed at him and yelled,
“You can’t do this Jackson. I can’t fall in love with you. I won’t! You need to stop.”
He grinned at me. Yes, grinned at me. Damn him! Who does he think he is?
“You can’t have unprotected sex with me and hope that I get pregnant so you can keep me here. Jackson, stop grinning at me, this is serious.”
He moved toward me, thankfully he pulled his pants back on, but no shirt. Damn how his body looked. His chest was beautiful, strong, rippled in just the most perfect way. I light dusting of hair across it, just enough to make me want to rub my fingers through it. Stop! Stop! Stop! What is he doing to me?
Jackson was in front of me, hands braced on either side of me trapping me where I stood.
“Is that what you’re afraid of Lacie? Falling in love with me? Do you want to be pregnant with my child? Do you want to know what I want Lacie?”
Wait what? Did he just turn this around on me? That I want this to happen.
“Jackson, stop! I’m not doing this with you. Just stop. No more, okay. No more sex without condoms. Stop pushing me for more.”
Jackson growled, the grin gone.
“I’m not taking demands from you Lacie. Do you hear me? I’m not. You want me as much as I want you. I feel it. I see it. I don’t want to spend a minute without you. When you’re not around, I can’t stop thinking about you. When I have you under my hands and I’m making your body hum with desire, I can’t wait to hear you and watch you come apart. Do you know how sexy you are when you come for me? Do you want to watch yourself the next time? Do you need to see how perfect we are for each other?”
I tried to turn away from him, to get out of his hold. I turned, but I was still trapped around his arms. He moved his mouth to my neck. He kissed it and nibbled up to my ear.
“My heart is already yours, Lacie. My body only craves you and if you need me to wear a condom from now on, I’ll try to remember, but when your body is calling to me and I am aching to be inside of you, I make no promises. As far as you carrying my child. I can wait, or I don’t have to wait. I want it all Lacie. You can have it all too, if you just let me in. Let go of your fear, I’m not going anywhere, not without you.”
With that he was gone. He left the room and I heard the faint sound of him going up the stairs. I took a breath and my body was shaking. What have I gotten myself into? I was planning on having sex with him tonight, no doubt about it. I wanted it, I mean after the first time, who could blame me? The man was a god in bed. He used every ounce of who he was to deliver the most mind-blowing orgasms I’ve ever had. His body was enough to make me come all on its own, but then his hands, his mouth and that gorgeous piece of equipment he held between his legs completely drove me insane.
I finished the dishes and I couldn’t put it off any longer. I filled my wine glass and I drank a few hard sips. I moved into the dining room, stalling. I looked around and everything was back in its place. I stared at the table where he took me and I felt my body heat. He was an incredible man. Not just the sex, but his heart. He was kind to his mother, he loved her and her him. You could see it. Kerrigan, his sister talked about him a lot when I was around her at the home. She loved her brother. He worked hard, he wants to take care of me, he wants to be with me. Why can’t I just let it happen? Why do I have to fight it? Is that what my dad would want for me? Did he bring me Jackson? I pressed the light switch turning the dining room dark, but I still stood there drinking my wine.
I was ready to turn to head upstairs when I saw Jackson’s shirt still discarded on the floor. I picked it up and pulled it to my nose. His scent. Clean, crisp, all man. He smelled safe to me, he smelled strong. The smell of him made my body burn. I unwrapped my dress letting it fall to the floor. I pulled his shirt around me and let it hang open. It felt like I was wrapped in his arms. I closed my eyes to the feel, the smell. Jackson was safe. He was all man. He was loving, he deserved a woman who would love him without doubts, without hesitation. Could I be that woman? Could Jackson really love me? The only question I had still was, why?
I picked up my dress and undergarments then headed to Jackson’s bedroom. The light was on and the door was open. I could smell the soap he used to shower, it was the smell of Jackson. I moved into the bedroom and he was lying on the bed under the covers with files around him. I put my dress on the chair in his room with my undergarments. I turned to look at him. He was focused on what he was reading and he had reading glasses perched on his face. He was so damn sexy. I stood watching him, wondering if he even knew I was in the room. I waited with no reaction from him. I moved toward the bed and laid down beside him still watching him. I picked up the file closest to me and started reading it.
Jackson’s work was complicated. Lots of legal jargon spewed across the page and lots of things that just seemed way beyond my comprehension. I closed the file and sighed. When I looked back up at Jackson, he was watching me.
“Did you see something you liked?” he asked quirking a brow at me.
I looked at him. Who was he? Where did he come from and how in the hell had I fallen in love with him? There was no denying it. When I looked at him, my heart beat wildly in my chest and in that moment felt like I would never be able to breathe without him.
“No, not in the file.” I said as I reached out my hand to touch his still bare chest. Jackson grinned.
“Something else then?”
I nodded at him moving closer to him.
“Do you always bring work to bed with you Jackson?”
He took his glasses off, placing them on the nightstand beside him. Then he moved the files dropping them to the floor.
“No. Only when I’m waiting on a woman to come to my bed.”
I couldn’t help my smart mouth, “So, you wait every night for a woman to come crawling into your bed, spreading your work out so that when they find you here surrounded by your work they find you so irresistible in your glasses, then what? Do you show them what you can do under the sheets instead of the boardroom?”