Page 62 of Bound

His lips find mine for a blazing kiss before he smirks down at me. “Either that or your man gave you an orgasm that made you all but pass out.”

He sounds cocky.

And I guess he earned that cockiness.

Because he’s right—the last thing I remember is pleasure spiraling through my veins, sending me to the stratosphere and then…

Heat.

He kisses the tip of my nose, smile softening, eyes warm. “Don’t worry about it, kitty cat,” he says gently, rightly reading the guilt in my eyes at ending something I pushed for because I fell asleep, at getting pleasure while he was left unsatisfied. “I say it’s my fault for dragging you all over the city yesterday.”

My mouth curves. “It was a great day, though.”

“The best,” he agrees. “Though…”

“What?” Curiosity courses through me…along with heat because his expression is nothing short of wicked.

“Maybe we can make today better.” He trails a hand up my side, drifting his fingers along the underside of my breast.

I shiver. “I think we can.”

“Mmm.” He drags his mouth down my neck, along my collar bones, toward my breast, and his lips are just sealing around my nipple when my cell rings.

He freezes, hot breath on my flesh.

“Ignore it,” I say, arching up, offering my breast, all but begging him to suck.

He does?—

For one brief moment.

But then my lifts his head, reaching over me for my phone. “Can’t concentrate with that shit?—”

“It’s okay,” I tell him. “I’ll turn it off and—” I’m reaching too, and our hands and arms connect and?—

Somehow, I swipe across the screen.

Answering the call.

No.

Answering thevideocall.

Gran’s face appears on the screen. “Morning, honey. I—Oh, my God!”

“Oh, my God!”I shriek remembering that I’m fucking topless and leaning over my phone screen and?—

“Fuck,” Jackson mutters, yanking the blankets over me before extracting himself and taking the phone, turning it toward himself instead of leaving it pointed at me in my topless state.

“Who are you?” Gran asks sharply.

“Jackson,” he says. “Jackson Hunter. I’m—” His eyes come to mine, and I hold my breath, wondering what he’s going to say.

I’m hiswhat?

Date? Hookup? Is he going to take this chance to put distance between us?

“Claire’s boyfriend,” he says quietly, his gaze flicking back to the phone screen.

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