Page 71 of Burn With Me

He continues to slowly rock into me, my hands tangling in his hair while our tongues dance together until he’s finished.Rolling onto his back, he pulls me into his side as we both lie there, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?” he asks again.

“Mmmhmm,” I hum contentedly. It was everything I expected, yet not, at the same time.

Jackson is caring and gentle with me when he has the reputation of being anything but.

Iknowhe held back for my sake.

Just when I’m about to ask him why he was so gentle, he kisses the top of my head and gets out of bed, heading into his bathroom. I assume it’s to get rid of the condom and clean up, but then I hear the water running for an extended period. Too tired to move, I curl up against a pillow and watch as steam starts to roll out of the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Jackson appears again. “Come here.” He motions for me to go to him, so I lazily crawl to the edge of the bed, where he scoops me into his arms.

Giggling, I wrap my arms around his neck and ask, “What are you doing?”

But as he pushes the door wider with his foot, my breath catches as I realize he’s drawn me a bubble bath. Gently, he sets me into the water and kisses the top of my head again. “I’ll go get your wine glass. Soak as long as you need, and come downstairs when you’re ready.”

I’m utterly shocked as he leaves again. Nothing about tonight went the way I thought it would—though I’m certainly not complaining. I will always countthisas my first sexual experience.

And Jackson definitely didnotdisappoint.

But I wasn’t expecting him to be gentle or soothing with me. I wasn’t expecting a bubble bath and to be doted on. Thatisn’tJackson.

Then again, I built tonight up in my head. Built it on rumors and gossip and perhaps even a little of my own desires from the only sexual encounters I’ve ever had—which werenothealthy ones.

P-Kitty comes into the bathroom and jumps onto the tub'sledge, curling up in the corner as he watches me. Leaning forward, I scratch the cat on the head as I contemplate.

So, itcould beJackson. But the look on his face throughout it, the way his fingers flexed against my skin, itching to sink deeper into my flesh, that’s Jacksontoo.

Maybe I just need a lesson from my stranger that involves how to ask for a little bit of a rougher touch because I’m craving…more?

And I know Jackson can give it to me—he just needs the green light.

Jackson

“Well, it happened. We had sex finally.” Ginny is slumped against the far end of the loveseat, looking anything but lovestruck as she sips her champagne.

It hasn’t even been two days since I’ve seen her, and I’m not sure how I feel about her seeingher strangerbeforeme. Especially not with the way she’s talking about our first time so cavalierly.

“It was…nice.”

My drink gets caught in my throat, rerouting down the wrong pipe and causing me to spew liquid everywhere. Since I’m wearing the mask, half of it gets caught on the backside and drips down, causing me to reach beneath and wipe at my face angrily.

Nice?

“Don’t laugh! It was more than nice. It was…sweet.” She takes another sip with a nonchalant shrug.

She came in here tonight—clearly bothered—but I certainly didn’t think it was going to be because I didn’t fuckingsatisfyher. It would make sense why she’s been distant since we had sex on Wednesday.

Ginny had seemedthoroughlysatiated when she left myhouse Thursday morning. I’d been careful not to hurt her. Even going so far as to run her a fucking bubble bath afterward so that she wouldn’t be sore.

Yet, here she is. Making fun of me with another man?

“You sound as though he didn’t satisfy you at all.” My voice is gritty as I continue trying to clear my throat from swallowing my drink wrong.

“He did! I just…I don’t know. I expected something different?” She curls her legs beneath her and then settles back against the arm of the couch. There’s no sexual energy between us tonight, but if there had been, it would undoubtedly be gone now.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugs. “He gets more pussy than most men get in their lifetime. I don’t know if he was just trying to be nice or what, but he was gentler than I thought he’d be. I guess I figured since he finally got me into bed, he’d pull out all the stops and try to impress me? But he was caring, and kind, and thoughtful. And while Iappreciateit, I guess I was looking forward to beingfucked.”

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