Page 69 of Redemption

“You’re also beautiful.” He kissed the skin behind my ear. “Smart.” He punctuated each statement with a kiss. “Sexy. Considerate. Fiercely independent. Stubborn?—”

I removed the condom from the package. “Okay. I think I get the point.”

He chuckled, but the sound came out strangled when I sheathed his hard cock.

“You’re also resilient.” Another kiss. “And resourceful.”

“You sure have a lot to say,” I teased.

“Fourteen years’ worth of things to say, yes,” he said. I glanced away, his expression too intense. I couldn’t…

“Hey.” His tone was gentle as he cupped my cheek, bringing my gaze back to him. “If you changed your mind, and you don’t want this—” The words turned strangled as I lined him up with my core.

I kissed him—hard. “I want this.”

I just didn’t want to forget what this was. One night of wild sex. Nothing more. It couldn’t be.

He lived in LA, and my life was in London. And when we arrived at Turks and Caicos, he’d ask for a replacement. He’d no longer be my bodyguard. But I didn’t want to think about that right now—any of it.

He hissed as I sank down on him. I reveled in the sensation of fullness. Completeness.

“Fuck.” He grunted. “You feel so good.”

He threaded his fingers through my hair until he was cupping my nape. Our noses touching. Eyes locked.

He kissed me, his gentle touch at odds with his punishing thrusts.

“Fuck,” he rasped, cupping my breasts. “These tits.” He pushed them together, teasing one then the other with his mouth. Biting them.

It sent jolts of pleasure straight to my already overheated core. Not to be outdone, I raked my nails down his chest in the way that had always driven him wild. It was like performing the steps to a dance you already knew by heart. It was beautiful and breathtaking, even as we tried to push each other’s limits.

In this instance, reality was even better than my memories.

He reached down, rubbing my clit with his thumb, his eyes intent on mine. “You feel…” He shuddered. “God, Sloan. Nothing compares to this. With you.”

“Jackson.” I gasped his name when he pinched my clit, making me see stars. Even after all this time, he still knew my body best. “Oh fuck. Oh…”

“Yes.” His thrusts were harder. Less coordinated. “That’s it. Come for me again, hayati.”

Oh god, yes. I shivered from his words. From the way he touched me with both reverence and barely restrained passion.

He pulled me closer. As close as possible. Our foreheads were touching. Our bodies were connected in the most intimate and primal of ways, and suddenly everything felt like too much.

My chest was tight, and I needed space. I needed… I stood and turned, putting my back to him. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.

He placed his hands on my hips, guiding me as I sank back down on him. I loved the feel of his large, callused hands roaming over my skin. I loved the strength of his body and the feeling of safety I got from being in his arms.

“That’s it,” he rasped against the shell of my ear as I began to move once more. “Take charge.”

He palmed my breast with one hand while using the other to tease my clit.

“Tell me what you need. What you desire.” His voice was low in my ear, and it felt as if everything was within my grasp.

I was a billionaire. I could buy whatever I wanted. And yet, the thing I’d wanted most—him—had always been out of reach.

He pinched my nipple, and I had to bite back my cry of ecstasy. His dark chuckle had my orgasm rising to the surface once more. My pleasure built with every powerful stroke.

This was what I needed. Not sweet nothings or expensive gifts. Not lavish dinners or someone who was perfect on paper. I needed someone raw and real. I needed Jackson.

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