Page 80 of First Surrender

“I’ll always show up for you,” he whispers sincerely, his lips barely brushing my temple.

“I know.” My lips skim his neck lightly making his grip tighten. When I kiss his jaw next, he looks at me with his brows furrowed slightly.

My hand trembles softly as I cup his cheek and pull his face to mine, kissing him for the first time in almost two months. His lips are everything that I remember. Soft and urgent, fitting mine perfectly.

He pulls back an inch, blinking his hooded eyes open. “Where’s Dec?”

The way this man cares about my brother does me in every time. Everything I feel for him would cease to exist if he treated him as a burden.

“He went to have a sleepover with Charlie.” The fire’s reflection dances in his eyes as he searches mine. “The moms asked me what kind of kisser you were.”

“And?” His focus is on my lips, waiting for my answer.

“I told them you kiss like a man on the edge of losing control. As if at any moment your perfectly curated behavior will snap and you’ll forget all sense of right and wrong. In the best way possible,” I tell him honestly, watching as the first thread of that control snaps.

He crushes his mouth to mine again, consuming me like no other. The hand gripping my hip travels, sliding along my waist and then down to my backside, squeezing the flesh roughly over the top of my panties.

My hands bury themselves in his hair, desperately pulling him closer, and begging for this kiss to continue. As my body wriggles in his lap, I feel his hardened length against my thigh, and without a second thought, I’m eagerly repositioning myself.

As soon as I settle back onto his lap with my legs straddling his hips, we both sigh into each other’s mouths, our lips never missing a beat. His fingers slip under the lace edges of my underwear, taking two full handfuls of my ass while I grind my body against his with forceful desperation.

“Jackson,” I utter his name against his lips as he thrusts against me, the material covering me is thin, the barrier not keeping me from feeling each movement intimately.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. So beautiful,” he whispers against my mouth before dragging his lips down my neck. I want more. I’m desperate for more.

I whip the shirt off of my body before he knows what’s happening, exposing my naked chest to him fully, and he’s takenaback, literally. His upper half falls against the back of the chair as he stares at me in shock, blinking rapidly. His mouth hangs open like a kid seeing a nude magazine for the first time.

Grasping his wrists to snap him out of his haze, I force his hands to my chest to cup my breasts for the first time. When we were together in his office, my top stayed on, my bra too, and when he was helping me with my bath after my miscarriage, his eyes stayed above my neck the whole time. I watched intently then, waiting for him to slip.

This is a first for us and his whole buddy shutters with his approval. His eyes are locked onto where his massive hands are massaging me gently, but they flick to my face intermittently as if he’s trying to fight it.

I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, giving him the silent go-ahead to stop holding back because I’m not sure I have the strength to say the words out loud. Thankfully, he doesn’t hesitate to take me into his mouth and a sigh of relief escapes me.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan into the night sky as he takes turns sucking on each nipple and the soft skin surrounding them. He licks and bites my sensitive flesh until I’m a burning ball of need about to explode.

But when he pauses to kiss the piercing between my breasts, I’m afraid he’ll feel the way my heart skips a beat.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Jackson

Iwant to fuck her. More than my very next breath, I want to rip her panties off and shove into her heat. She wants it too, I can tell. The sex at least.

“We should go inside,” I choke out reluctantly.

“Okay,” she replies breathlessly.

“To sleep,” I clarify.

“Oh.”

Before she has a chance to overthink why I am doing this, I kick the button on the fire pit, turning it off, and stand up with her legs wrapped around my waist. I carry her mostly naked body inside and to my bedroom.

“Kiss me again in the morning and I’ll know you really want this.”

“What?”

“You’re softer at night when you can hide in the darkness. When you’re too tired to fight me.” I set her down on the bed but don’t step away. “Kiss me again in the daylight and I’ll know this is real for you.”

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