Page 81 of Body Check

“Reach into my front pocket, sweetheart. Get me the key.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice. Her fingers delve into my shorts, pulling out the flat key card that she promptly swipes over the lock. We’re inside the room within a heartbeat, my foot kicking the door firmly shut. I waste no time in getting her exactly where I want her: her back up against the closed door, her pretty blue dress tugged up around her hips.

I fall to my knees before her.

“Jackson?”

I only tap her ankle in silent encouragement to lift it. Up, up, up it goes until her trembling thigh is on my shoulder and her fingers are sifting through my hair. I kiss the soft skin near her knee. Press another one to her inner thigh, no longer as tight and as muscled as back in her dancing days.

She’s no less beautiful in my eyes, no less enticing.

My hand wraps around her leg and I squeeze the supple flesh, bringing my gaze to her face. I make sure to hold eye contact when my lips move farther north, so close to the line of her panties and the road to my idea of bliss.

“You have me on my knees.” Another kiss, this one a mere inch from paradise. Her chest heaves with a sharp breath. One last kiss, this one over the fabric of her underwear, directly on top of her clit. “Now do something about it.”

Blue eyes burn down at me like the center of a candle’s flame, so damn hot that I’m surprised I don’t combust. And then I do, my cock straining in my shorts, my fucking heart ready to burst from my chest.

In a move that’s smooth and seductive, Holly skims her palms up her chest to the strap of her halter dress. Her leg never moves from my shoulder, not as she unties the knot behind her neck and lets the fabric fall to her chest. Not when she cups the weight of one breast and flicks her thumb over a pebbled nipple.

My mouth dries at the sight, and I dig my fingers into her hips to keep from passing out.

“Holls.”

She never cuts our eye contact, not once. Her fingers tug at her nipple, rolling the hard peak as her hips do the same. Air catches in my lungs when one hand leaves her breast to lay flat on her sternum and skim down past her ribcage, down past her once-pierced belly button, down past her pelvic bone. That finger teases the waistband of her underwear, dips briefly under the cotton, and steals what’s left of my oxygen supply by running along the elastic and pulling her panties to the side.

Revealing herself to me completely.

Making me almost come in my shorts.

“I’ve brought you to your knees,” she whispers, “now do something about it.”

Challenge accepted.

Like a man possessed, I don’t stand a chance in telling her no. I drag my hands from her hips to under her ass. Her clit is pink and swollen—and mine. At the first touch of my tongue, Holly shoots upward onto her toes, her calf muscle flexing like she’s doing one of her old relevé moves. She doesn’t get far; I lay a forearm across her lower stomach, keeping her locked in place.

She wanted me on my knees.

Now she has to suffer through the consequences.

And suffer she does. I fuck her with my tongue, swirling it over her clit in tight, little circles that has her crying out my name. Her hands fist in my hair, and I bite back a grin before seeking to push her right over the edge.

Tongue swirling, I drag my finger from the curve of her ass, through her wetness, until I’m gliding two fingers into her heat.

“Jackson,” she whimpers, and I don’t mistake the way her knee almost buckles.

I don’t ease up on her. Instead, I alternate the timing between my thrusting fingers and when I heighten the pressure on her swollen clit. Her stomach clenches behind my forearm, her inner thigh shaking with the effort to stay standing upright on only one foot.

I’m doing something about it, sweetheart.

I work a third finger into her heat, then curl my fingers inward.

She splinters immediately, coming against my mouth as her nails bite into my skull with the force of her orgasm. I ride the wave out, slowing the thrusts of my fingers until she’s no longer got me in a vice. Slowly, I pull my fingers from her pussy and, when I’m sure she’s watching, I pop them into my mouth and lick off her juices.

“Oh, my God.” Her blue eyes are wide and luminous as she struggles to catch her breath.

Reaching forward, I tweak her bare nipple with the fingers I had inside her. “Get on the bed, sweetheart.”

She practically throws me to the side in her haste to climb onto the mattress.

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