Page 18 of New Year's Renovations

In that moment, I knew I was a goner. There was no way I could resist Jackson Montgomery.

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Jackson

Iled Harper to my bedroom, her soft hand in mine. At the moment, I didn’t care that I was out $200 bucks or that Logan had been right. My entire focus was Harper.

I didn’t bother turning on the lights—the moon outside did the job, illuminating the room in a pale white glow.

“You good?” I asked once more, my voice low and husky with need. I wanted to be 100% sure we were on the same page.

“Better than good,” she murmured, standing on tiptoe to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around her small waist, pulling her body into mine. I liked the way we fit together, her petite frame nestled against my broad chest. My hands moved from her waist down to her firm ass and she pressed up even tighter against me. All my muscles tensed under her touch, a white-hot electricity running up and down my spine.

I wanted Harper.

Now.

I plunged my tongue into her mouth, harder and deeper, and she moaned, opening for me. Sliding my hands underneath her shirt, I caressed the smooth planes of her back, finding my way to the satiny fabric of her bra. I grazed her nipples with my thumbs, feeling them harden into sharp points under my touch.

Her hands mirrored mine, finding their way underneath my shirt, her delicate fingers feathering out over my back. Heat rushed down my torso, all my muscles flexed and rigid. I needed this woman underneath me, in my bed.

I reached down, shedding first my shirt, then unbuttoning my jeans and kicking them off. Harper took my lead, easing her blouse over her head, then pulling her leggings off until she stood before me in only her black lace bra and panties.

Cupping her ass, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to my bed, lowering her back gently against my white pillows. She crooked her finger at me, urging me on, and I didn’t hesitate, climbing into my bed and straddling her hips. I bent down, grazing her lips with mine and she let out a soft sigh. I ran my tongue along her full bottom lip, tasting the garlic from the pasta and the mint of her lip balm. She ran her hands over my shoulders, massaging my tight muscles, and warmth flooded my body.

I moved from her mouth down to her neck, raining kisses from her collarbone all the way to her navel, licking and sucking and kissing while she writhed beneath me. Her body arched, pressing up against my hardness, and I took her cue, running my hands up her stomach to her breasts. Unhooking her bra, she wriggled out of it, flinging it to the ground, and I cupped both of her breasts. She gasped, her skin puckering under my touch as I drew soft concentric circles around her nipples.

“Jackson,” she murmured, her pupils dark with desire.

I answered her need, taking a nipple into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue.

“Ohhh,” she moaned into the darkness, pressing her body against mine. Need surged through me as she moved her hand from my hip to my groin, teasing me. I hardened even more as she caressed me. She hitched a finger underneath the waistband of my boxers, pulling them all the way down.

She wrapped her hand around me, gripping and rubbing. My heart pounded, my breathing shallow with need. I tried hard to focus, moving my hands from her breasts to her satin panties, easing them down over her narrow hips. I tiptoed back up her thighs, finding her hot core and stroking her until she was wet and ready.

I dipped one finger in and she gasped, surging forward. I pressed my lips to her shoulder, kissing her soft, smooth skin. She arched up and I slid another finger in. We found a nice rhythm and I showered her with kisses, inhaling her sweet scent.

“I’m ready,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.

“I have protection, just a sec.” I broke our connection, fumbling through my nightstand for a condom and rolling it on.

She laid back, gazing at me with wide, needy eyes. I stroked myself for a moment, then lined my hips up with hers. She arched her body up to meet mine and I sank into her, joining our bodies together for the first time. Gasping, she pressed hard against me, wrapping her legs around my ass and pulling me in even deeper. I thrust harder as she ground against me, locking my eyes with hers, watching her as she quaked beneath me.

“Jackson,” she said softly, her body quivering as she crested, her hands kneading my lats.

Knowing she was good, I let go, riding my release, pulsing inside her once, twice, three times. Then I rolled off, pulling her onto my chest, our bodies covered in a slight sheen of sweat.

“That was amazing,” she whispered.

“True confession?” I said, stroking her hair.

“Sure.”

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I met you at Town Hall.”

She giggled, her soft laugh echoing off the walls. “Me too.”

I inched up a little, glancing out at the snow flurrying against my window. “Good news/bad news: it looks like we’re going to have time for a repeat performance.”

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