Page 65 of I Just Want to be Yours

His tongue slows to teasing strokes, and I’m desperate for more. Propping myself up with one hand, I use the other to grip his hair, and he groans. “We’re slowing down, Margot.”

I don’t want slow. I’m panting and needy, and the fact that he’s keeping my orgasm just out of reach has me reeling. Pressing my heel into his back, I try to bring him closer, and he lets out a low laugh against my center. “Let me take my time.”

“Why?” The word comes out breathless.

“I’ve missed the way you taste.” Jackson grips me tighter, his tongue working slow and deep up my center, his next words dragging out of him like a groan. “Fuck, I love the way you taste.”

A whimper leaves my throat.

The sound brings a slight lift to his lips before he goes back for more. Moving one of his hands between my legs, he slowly pushes into me with two fingers, and I desperately clench around them. Finally, he gives me more. His fingers curl deep inside me while his tongue delivers dangerous strokes to my clit. The combination is too much, and I lose it. I come hard, and through every pulsing current of electricity, he savors me.

I’ve barely come down from my orgasm when Jackson hoists himself out of the water and pulls me to my feet. I’m still dazed when he picks me up. I feverishly kiss his neck. I don’t care where he’s taking me. He can have me anywhere he wants.

Droplets of water fall from his hair as he lays me down on one of the large luxury loungers inside a decorative cabana, and before I have a chance to think, his mouth is on mine. There’s a new hunger in the way he’s kissing me, and it’s making my mind a blank slate. His hands are greedy as he rakes from my breasts, to my waist, to my ass, and as soon as he straightens and frees himself from his briefs, I can feel him at my entrance, hard and ready. My legs open wider, my body begging him to ease the empty ache, and he doesn’t take his time. With one quick thrust, he’s inside me, thick and dominating. The air rushes from my lungs, and my body tries to catch up, my walls tensing then relaxing around him. My head falls back as my hips tilt to take him in deeper because he feels so good. It isn’t until Jackson is rooted deep inside me that he takes a breath, like fucking me is the fix he needed.

Leaning forward, he kisses me gently while he thrusts into me hard. The contradiction has my head swimming. Taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he’s gentle but firm as he forces me to look at him. His eyes are dark, the gray and blue almost completely swallowed by black.

“You’re mine.”

Panting, I give a faint nod. “I’m yours.”

That’s all it takes for his mouth to crash into mine. He fucks me like I’m his for the taking, and I am. There’s something about seeing him use my body this way that turns me on. There’s something carnal about the way he’s taking me. Each hit has me clinging to the cushion, and with every hard thrust, my hips open to him, begging for more.

“Say it again,” he commands through heated breaths.

It’s hard to find my voice. It ends up coming out shaky and cracked. “I’m yours.”

He picks up his pace, angling my hips in such a way that my eyes cross. I’m going to come if he keeps this up. “Jackson,” I plead, and he answers by slamming into me harder. I tightenaround him like a vice a second before I fall apart. I cry out on the lounger beneath him, and he covers my mouth with his hand a second before he stiffens, pouring his release into me. I clench around him as I ride out the aftershocks of my second orgasm and take a little too much pleasure in the shiver that runs through him. I love that I’m the only one who gets this side of him.

I love that he’s mine.

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I panicked.As soon I said that last lyric, I knew I shared too much. We’re back in the room and she hasn’t brought it up again, but I know she won’t forget. I had her again in the shower when we got back here, and now she’s still in the bathroom. My knee bounces as I sit on the side of the bed and wait for her. I don’t know how long I can keep this up. I can’t just fuck her every time I’m afraid she’ll bring up my feelings for her, but I was supposed to do this right. I was supposed to make a big deal of this, and I’m failing.

My fingers rake through my damp hair, and I force out a breath. I need to get a grip. How can I want to tell her something more than anything, but every time I have the chance to do it, it’s paralyzing?

“Hey, you okay?”

I lift my head to find her eyeing me cautiously with her towel scrunched in her hair. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts I left behind at her apartment, and my eyes snag on where the hem ends halfway up her thigh. It takes literally nothing for this girl to turn me on.

Slamming the door shut on everything I was feeling thirty seconds ago, I give her my best smile. “Yeah. Tired?”

She weighs her head from side to side. “Yes and no.” Taking a seat, she turns to face me and hugs the towel to her chest. “I don’t want this to end.” Heat blushes her cheeks like she just admitted one of her deepest secrets, and I brush my thumb over the pink, skating across a pattern of freckles I could probably draw with my eyes closed at this point.

I know how she feels. One night isn’t enough after we’ve waited months to be around each other again. It sucks. It’s probably the only part of touring I don’t like, and the fact that I can’t fix it pisses me off.

Dropping my hand, I try not to let her see everything I’m feeling. “Have you talked to your parents about staying in Florida over the holidays?”

She nods. “Yeah. They didn’t love it, but I told them Rae will spend Christmas with Matt’s family, so we’ll fly back for Thanksgiving instead. This way I don’t have to travel alone, and I’ll be able to see you when you come home.”

The corner of my mouth twitches. “I’d just fly to Indiana when the tour wraps up, if you were there.” I’ve never met Margot’s parents. I don’t even know if she’s told them about me. Hell, I haven’t told mine about her, but I haven’t told them about anything. I think talking to her mom stresses her out, but she talks to her dad sometimes. I wonder if he knows I exist.

Her eyes widen at my offer. “You would?”

Is it surprising? I figured it would be obvious. She’s the one person I want to see when I come home. Of course, I’d go to where she is. I let myself fall back on the bed with a huff of a laugh. Resting an arm above my head, I ask, “Why do you think I wouldn’t?”

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