Page 64 of I Just Want to be Yours

“Jackson?”

I blink, darting my gaze up to meet hers. I hadn’t realized I was committing the curves of her breasts to memory. “Right.Sorry,” I rasp as I take a step toward her, then another. Halfway there, I remember I still have my fucking pants on, and practically hop on one leg to kick off my shoes and get out of my damn jeans. By the time I’m standing in front of her, I’m in nothing but my briefs. My hands grip her, and my thumb brushes over the pebbled skin of her nipple, making her gasp. That’s all it takes for me to lose it. I mean, other than the fact that I’ve been dying to be inside her again all night. I swallow the sound, and without wasting time, I lift her up. She wraps her legs around my hips, her muffled squeal getting buried in my neck. I carry her down the steps and lower her into the water.

But I refuse to let go.

If anything, I grip her tighter, my cock pressed against the soft cotton of her panties. I should have taken my boxers off before scooping her into my arms, but even with the added layer, Margot stills and lets out a breathy sigh near my ear that sends me spiraling.

My mouth finds hers again in a rush of need and heat. I should slow things down, but I can’t. I can’t control myself around her right now. It’s been too long, I’m too fucking hard, and I love her too damn much. My lips crash against hers with a hunger I haven’t felt in months, and when she sucks in a breath, I take full advantage. My tongue claims every part of that gasp, until she melts into me. She completely surrenders, opening for me to kiss her deeper, and every time my tongue meshes with hers, I slip further into oblivion.

“Jackson,” Margot pants.

I move to kissing her neck, my hand palming her perfect breast beneath the water. “Hmm?” It’s the only response I’ll give myself time for.

“We should probably slow down.” But even as the words leave her lips, her legs fall open, and she grinds against my cock like she’s begging to be fucked.

As much as I hate it, I know she’s right. We aren’t even technically skinny dipping yet, and I already want to carry her back to our room and have my way with her. She just feels so fucking good. Running my hands down her body, I lift her on to the edge of the pool and stand in the shallow water so I can keep kissing her.

Margot gasps at the sudden loss of warmth, her skin breaking out into an elaborate pattern of goosebumps to compliment her freckles. Pulling back, I kiss her collarbone, her shoulder, trying to hold myself together as I do. The pebbled skin of her nipples calls my name, and I take one into my mouth. My teeth gently bite down, and she cries out before I run my tongue over the sting and suck.

Hooking my fingers into the sides of her cotton underwear, Margot’s words come out in a rush. “What are you doing?”

Releasing her nipple from my mouth, I look up at her. “Slowing things down,” I say as I gently maneuver the pink cotton down her body. Once I slip them over her ankles, I wring them out and set them onto the brick pavers. “See, we’re officially skinny dipping.” I lift her leg slightly and kiss the inside of her knee.

A laugh floats from her lips, but she’s looking at the ceiling like it’s taking everything for her to control herself, too. “I think I’m supposed to be in the water for that.”

Kissing the inside of her thigh, I murmur, “Semantics,” against her skin, unconcerned. “You’re naked by a pool, and you’re mine. Let me enjoy this.”

A faint smile flutters across her lips. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about my actual prize. I want lyrics, Phillips.”

Everything in me tenses, but she’s right. She won the bet, and if lyrics is what she wants, lyrics is what she’ll get.

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margot

Jackson stands again,the water only kissing his hips. His eyes are everywhere but on mine. He takes in my body without reservation and without shame. Every dip of his gaze is another caress, and even though he isn’t touching me, I feel him everywhere. There’s a hunger behind those storm-like eyes, and just knowing I’m wanted by him is enough to make me ache.

“Jackson,” I plead. If he doesn’t touch me again soon, I might pass out.

His eyes flick up to meet mine. “You’re beautiful, Margot.” His voice is low, like it’s a secret he’s been keeping.

It’s the third time he’s ever said that to me, and my entire chest warms. Jackson’s gaze momentarily slips, and I know he’s taking in my physical reaction. I know my chest, neck, and cheeks are flushed just from those three words. My breath comes in short pants, and it isn’t until he closes the space between us that I feel my heart rate calm and spike all at once. He casually drapes his arms over my thighs as he stands between my legs, his thumbs tracing small circles on my lower back.

He presses a kiss between my breasts, and I finally inhale a full breath. Lifting a hand, he pushes some of my wet hair away from my shoulder, his fingers grazing my skin. Another kiss, and he murmurs, “Somehow, when she’s not here, I’m the one who feels miles away.”

My breathing halts.

Jackson presses a warm kiss to my neck, and I suck in a breath at the contact. “Someone, catch me. I’ve fallen for her icy stare.”

Moving to the other side of my neck, his fingers graze down my breast, down my stomach, and over to my hip where he lazily traces circles, and I have to suppress a shiver. “She’s unstoppable,” he says against my skin, his warm breath teasing my flesh. “She’s a force I never saw coming, but I’m so lucky to have been in her way.”

I’m afraid to move—afraid to stop whatever this is—but at the same time, I need more of him. He’s being too gentle, too teasing, and combined with the words leaving his lips, I’m done for. Slowly, he runs his hands back up my waist until he’s palming my breasts, and I let out a soft moan. He presses a kiss between them. “If loving her is playing with fire, I’m begging to be burned.”

My lungs lock. Did he just say what I think he did? My heart hammers in my chest. Was that a confession or a lyric? Are they all about me? Is this how he feels? He doesn’t look at me. Instead, he kisses lower and lower until he gently lifts me closer to the edge of the pool. So many questions swarm in my head, and I want to ask him all of them. I want to know how deep these lyrics go. I want to hear more of them—all of them.

But before I can remember how to speak, Jackson lowers himself and buries his face between my legs, his eyes only flicking up to meet mine a moment before he leans in to part me with his tongue. My head falls back, a throaty moan leavingmy lips. I choke on a sob when another flick of his tongue sends me reeling. He sucks hard on my clit, and I yelp at the sudden mix of pain and pleasure. Then he follows with gentle strokes that make it hard for me to hold myself upright. I swear, the way he uses his tongue shouldn’t be allowed. It isn’t fair. He flattens his tongue against me, and I feel like I’m on the verge of blacking out.

Heat coils in my core and my legs start to shake. How am I this close already?

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