Page 128 of Pick Me

“It’s still there, throbbing away like an incessant woodpecker. I assume the medication is taking some of the pain away, though.”

His tongue licked across my stomach just as his hands squeezed my ribs, and I shivered.

“After we were told you were okay and we were waiting for you to wake up, I did a little reading.”

“Oh?” I moved his hand, encouraging him to continue his descent so I could focus on something other than the pain.

“Yeah. I was looking up all these different ways to help you feel better, which might not involve medication.”

“Like homeopathy stuff?”

“Mm-hm. Something like that.”

His body shifted above me, and I whimpered as his chest skated across my most sensitive part.

“Did you know there’s evidence that an orgasm can help soothe a headache?”

My body tingled at the word orgasm. I shouldn’t have been so ready to do something like that with Jackson after everything that happened, but I was. I craved the intimacy.

When our eyes connected, he gave me a boyish grin before kissing my navel again. “And where did you read this?”

“I found a few studies on it, but most of the findings were inconclusive. It needs to be more rigorously testing.”

“Oh.”

“I was thinking maybe we could help science and see.”

Okay, that tingle of pleasure was building to something more. An ache only Jackson could soothe.

“For science, obviously.” I bit my bottom lip, nodding as my gaze traced the lines of Jackson’s arms—strong, corded with muscle. I loved that all that strength was focused onme.

“Clearly. For science.”

He took his hands away from my chest, grabbed the pillow, and tapped my hip. “Then lift up.”

I followed his command, and he tucked the fluffy pillow under my pelvis. Propping me up so my feet were planted on the mattress and I was wide open.

He groaned while taking me in.

“Beautiful,” he said, and planted the quickest of kisses to my clit.

I took a sharp breath, my body convulsing at the touch. Even with the pain medication, I could feel that. The small thrill of pleasure. The desperate need for more.

I squirmed, doing anything to calm my need for him. “Thea,” Jackson warned, his palm resting against my pelvis as he gently guided my body back down to the pillow. “You need to stay there, or I’m going to have to stop.”

“Stop?” I opened my eyes, glaring at him with incredulity. “But moving my hips isn’t vigorous.”

“It is if you start humping my face. Just relax, Pyro. Let me do all the work.”

He raised a brow, looking at me sternly. It was hard to take him seriously though since I could feel his breath across my center. His fingers twitched across my stomach, so I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax. I just focused on the points of contact between us. His fingertips skating across my stomach. His arms resting across my thighs and holding me open. His breath fanning my sensitive center.

It was only after several minutes of calm breathing that Jackson placed his lips against my clit, kissing me tentatively. I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t expecting it. Gently, his feathery lips eased away any tension still left in my body. I sank into the mattress, my thighs opening wider, hoping for more.

His pointed tongue made lazy circles around my clit before sucking it into his mouth and biting down gently.

I saw stars. I wanted to scream. I wanted to lose my mind. The only thing holding me back was the fact my brother was also in the apartment. I swallowed down the moan and lifted my hips toward Jackson’s face, encouraging him to take more.

Over and over, he gently lapped at my center as though he would spend the next two days there. I wouldn’t mind if he did. It was pleasure and torture at the same time. He was going too slow to make me come but toyed with me just enough to keep me in this relaxed, almost euphoric state.

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