Page 69 of Burn With Me

“You’re going to put me in a food coma.” Groaning as the delicious sauce hits my lips, I chase it with the wine while watching him turn off the burners.

Laughing, he starts to pull out the plates. “Good, we can eat in the game room and put on a movie.”

Watching him for a moment, I realize I’m not exactly starving. So, I ask quietly, “You do know what today is, right, Jackson?”

He pauses in plating our food and looks over at me. “Today?”

Setting my wine down, I hold my hand out across the space between us, summoning him to me. Jackson puts the pot of sauce down, taking his time by picking up his wine glass to drink from it while watching me with heated eyes.

Finally, he walks over to me, and I waste no time grabbing his shirt to pull him closer. “Yes, today. Today marks a month. Our deal is up.”

Stepping between my legs, he places his hands on either side of me on the counter and leans into me. “It’s only been twenty-eight days.”

“Close enough.” My voice is breathless as I all but beg him to take me upstairs.

He smirks. “So it is. Where would you like to go on our first date?”

My arms encircle his neck, one of my hands twisting in his hair as I squeeze my legs around him. With a soft, throaty tone, I ask, “We’ve had enough first dates, don’t you think?”

Tilting my head up, my lips find his as his arms wrap around me to pull me to the edge of the counter. Our kiss is like a soft current, ebbing and flowing, until he grips my hips and lifts my body against his.

“What do you want, Ginny?” He breaks our kiss to ask while just holding me against him. His chest is heaving, and there is unrestrained lust shining in his eyes.

Tightening my legs around his waist, I use the leverage to roll my hips against him. “I want to go upstairs, and I want to have sex with you.” Blunt and to the point. My stranger would be proud.

“Is that what you really want?” He’s asking, but his legs are already moving in the direction of the stairs.

“Mmmhmm.” I nod before lowering my mouth to his again, my tongue dancing to meet his.

Jackson all but throws me on his bed once we get to this bedroom, pulling a little squeak from my mouth as I land. It’s barely a moment before he’s lying on top of me. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?”

“Not nearly as many as I have.” Tugging his shirt out of his pants, I run my hands beneath it, scraping my nails over his bare skin. Pushing it up, I kiss his chest as he balances his weight onto his forearms before pulling back from me.

He gets off the bed as I sit up to pull my sweater over my head and the hair tie from my bun. As my hair falls around my bare skin, he blows out a breath as he finishes unbuttoning his shirt and pulls it off. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

My cheeks warm as he reaches for the button on my jeans,quickly ridding me of them before pulling at his buckle. Reaching out to help, I unzip his dress pants and push them down his legs, loving how he chuckles at my hurried motions.

It’s the most naked we’ve been with each other.

As he steps out of his pants, he reaches out to cup my cheek, causing my eyes to meet his. His thumb swipes along my bottom lip slowly, eyes half-lidded as he nods for me to continue undressing him.

I’m wet and needy and just want him inside me already. There’s been so much foreplay over this last month that I’m ready for him to absolutely destroy me.

His hand falls away from my face as I pull the band of his boxer briefs down, staring as my eyes lower from his to the impressive cock that is revealed as I get him completely naked. Licking my lips, I hear him suck air through his teeth sharply. “Don’t do that while you’re staring at my cock, Red. You’re not ready to have me in your mouth yet.”

Glaring up at him, I reach out quicker than he can take a step back and wrap my hand around his length. Leaning forward, I swipe my tongue along the head, where there’s a drop of precum shining at the tip. It’s salty, and I relish the taste as a sharp, “Shit!” leaves his lips.

Attempting to take him into my mouth, I hate that he’s right because I don’t know what I’m doing, and instead of a lesson in giving head, I really want him to fuck me. Just as his hand reaches up to fist in my hair, I pull back and move higher on my knees to kiss him again.

He consumes me. Pulling soft whimpers from my throat as he bends my head back so far it's almost uncomfortable. Suddenly, he releases me and pushes me back so that I fall against his navy silk sheets.

My wetness spreads along my inner thighs as I rub my legs together and watch him walk around the bed to pull a condom from a drawer in his nightstand. His proud lengthbobs as he walks back to me, looking too big for the condom as he pinches the tip and rolls it on.

My mouth fills with saliva when he crawls on the bed and pulls my legs apart. His eyes stare directly at my pussy as he pulls my underwear down my legs and flings them behind him. “Take off your bra.”

I sit up and do as he says while he hooks his hands around my legs and pulls me wide to lick up my center. My body jerks at the sudden pleasurable feeling, and I fall back to the bed once my bra is somewhere on his floor, hands flying to his hair as I swallow my moans.

“Don’t do that,” he says between swipes of his tongue.

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