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)
“I don’t blame you.” His face fell slightly.
“Shh, I’m talking.” I placed one thumb over his lips.
His eyes flared, and he raked his teeth over the pad of my thumb, then swiped his tongue over it.
My body flooded with warmth, and it took a second to remember what I was saying. “Yes, I’m scared, but seeing what you did out there? I understand it now, too.”
His grip tightened. “You do?”
He looked so hopeful that I couldn’t help but smile. “I do. There’s a chance that family wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t been out there.” I kissed his forehead. “I was so proud of you.”
He sucked in a breath, then pulled back with a smirk. “Wait, you were proud of me?”
“I still am. Now stop fishing for compliments, Jackson Montgomery.”
His eyes dropped to my lips, and I barely parted mine before he kissed me. Mercy, I loved this man’s mouth. The first touch of our lips was soft, but it quickly deepened. I tilted my head as his tongue met mine, and a shock of electricity raced down my spine. He tasted sweet today, like orange soda and something uniquely Jackson, as he took my mouth in strokes that varied from hard and deep to swirling and lazy. He kept me leaning in for more, and the minute I’d get it, he’d change the pace.
When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard. I caught his lower lip between my teeth and tugged gently. I wasn’t ready for this to be over.
He groaned, taking full control, and I gladly gave it to him. I rocked forward, and he grabbed my ass, bringing our hips flush. He was hard and made no apology for it as he threaded a hand through my hair and kissed me senseless.
How was it possible for a man to rob me of every single thought? I whimpered slightly when he started on my neck, his lips teasing every one of my sensitive spots like he had a freaking map. His hair was soft under my fingers, and I gripped it, seeking something—anything that might hold me to the earth while my body felt like it was gearing up for flight.
“You drive me insane. Do you know that?” he asked with his mouth at my throat. I arched to give him better access, and he took it. God, he felt good. “You’re all I think about. All I dream about.”
“Jackson,” I moaned in answer. Every kiss, lick, and nip sent waves of need through my limbs that pooled deep in my belly. Desire rose so fast and strong it felt like a dam breaking all the way in my soul, flooding me with feelings I didn’t need to keep locked up anymore.
He pressed kisses down the center of my chest, and when he reached the buttons of my sleeveless blouse, I popped them free.
Our eyes locked, and I rose slightly, tilted my hips forward, and slid down the length of him.
“Fuck, Kitty.” He hissed. Then his mouth fused with mine in the kind of kiss that I had only read about. The ones that altered the universe and left you addicted. I wasn’t even sure there was a universe, anymore. There was only Jackson. Jackson’s hands. Jackson’s mouth. Jackson’s body beneath mine.
His hand slid inside my open shirt to cup my breast through my plain white bra. I suddenly wished I’d gone shopping or simply cared enough in the last couple of years to own more than two colors of lingerie.
“Please.” I leaned into his touch, and he lifted my breast from the cup, rubbing his thumb over my nipple so it hardened for him.
“Perfect,” he murmured against my lips, then dipped his head and lifted me slightly so he could take the peak between his lips.
I moaned at the sweet sensation, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I reveled in the pleasure his mouth gave me. His tongue was magic, and his teeth awakened every nerve ending with delicate scrapes.
My hips rolled on instinct, seeking friction and pressure—seeking Jackson.
He groaned, switching his attention to my other breast, and then he sent his free hand up the bare skin of my thigh. I rolled forward again, and he skimmed his thumb under the hem of my shorts, following the line until he dipped between my thighs.
Oh, holy hell, yes.
“Morgan, we—”
A knock at the door froze us solid.
“Shit,” Jackson muttered.
My head hit his shoulder as I tried to calm my racing heart.
“One second,” Jackson called, his hands already working at the buttons on my shirt.
I tugged my straps to make sure the girls were put away and slid off his lap. He steadied me and searched my eyes.
“I’m fine,” I promised.
He nodded and strode for the door. “What the fuck do you want?” he snapped at whomever was on the other side of the door as he flung it open.