Page 116 of Failure to Match

I swallowed, refusing to answer. He smiled against my lips before giving them a soft, tender kiss. “I see.”

“You’re being affectionate again.”

Another sweet kiss. “Unfortunately, your little rule isn’t gonna work for me.”

“It’s not really up for negotiation.”

“Affection is one of my major areas of concern. I’m afraid you’re going to have to coach me on it.”

I called bullshit. “Jackson.”

He shut me up with a deep, toe-curling kiss. It scorched through me, lit the very thread of my soul on fire. When he tried to pull back, I chased the flames with my tongue.

His chest rumbled with pleasure, and when I teased his tongue with a seductive little lick, his fingers shoved into my hair. They weren’t being gentle anymore.

Hewasn’t being gentle anymore.

With a tortured curse he crushed my body to his, hard enough for it to hurt.

It was perfect.

“You shouldn’t feel so fucking good, Jamie.” His mouth moved to my jaw, my neck. Everything was fire.

Ifelt good?Idid?!

He pulled back and peered down at me, his hand slipping between my thighs with no warning. I gasped.

His eyes were locked on mine as his fingers ran over my slit, my entrance, my inner thighs. Anywhere and everywhere, with one exception—they wouldn’t touch the little ball of oversensitive nerves begging and fluttering desperately for their attention.

Judging by his sinister smirk, it was on purpose.

“Do you want to know what my second area of concern is?” He teased my weeping entrance again and pulled a broken, shuddering breath out of me. “Remember that little diagram you drew for me?”

The what? “What diag—” Oh.

Oh,fuck me.

He grinned. “Where oh where could it be, the elusive little clitoris?”

Oh my god. He was going to tease me until I cried.

“I hate you,” I panted. Begging would be futile. I could see it in his vicious, heartless eyes.

“You drew the picture but never bothered to show me where it was.”

“No. Seriously. I hate you.”

That shit-eating grin told me everything I needed to know about how much fun he was having with this. What a monster.

“As my dating coach, I think you would agree that it’s your responsibility to make sure that I can at least pleasure my future wife.”

“You said you didn’t plan on sleeping with your wife, remember?”

He wasn’t listening.

“Is this it?” He stroked a spot that made me whimper. Out of frustration, not pleasure. “Or is it maybe this one?”

“Karma’s a bitch, Jackson. Watch your back.”

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