Page 129 of Pick Me

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked before he rubbed his nose across my clit and pushed his tongue into my entrance.

My back bowed off the bed, making Jackson back away. When I dropped my body down, he placed his hand on my stomach, anchoring me to the pillows as his tongue went back to work.

I squirmed, threading my hands through his hair, moaning every time he hit the right spot.

“Is this relaxing?” he asked, licking his lips, watching me earnestly.

“Mm-hm.”

My body twitched, and Jackson pushed a finger inside me. I yearned to move, but with his hand in place, it was impossible.

“Dripping wet,” he said, curling his finger. Didn’t I know it? He’d spent so long down there I could feel the mix of Jackson’s saliva and my arousal dripping off me and onto the pillow below.

I sucked my lips into my mouth, desperately trying to focus on the feeling instead of moving my body. I didn’t want him to stop, the strength of pleasure spiking through every nerve of my body was more intense than I’d ever felt before.

When he added another finger and circled my clit with his tongue again, that was it. It was all I could take.

He knew it too.

He held his hand in place and flattening his tongue, I felt him watching me as waves of euphoria crashed through my body. White-hot heat flashed across my vision as Jackson tickled my clit with his tongue. I clenched around his fingers, wanting more.

Breathless and exhausted by the time I’d come down from my high, Jackson kissed the top of my slit, languishing in the mess he’d made. I was too tired to be disappointed when he dragged his body over mine, holding himself up so he didn’t put pressure on my body. Then he leaned down and kissed me on my lips.

I could taste my arousal, and as he backed away to lie next to me, I noticed a sheen of wetness across his face. My wetness. It seemed he had no intention of removing it. Something primal and possessive burned in my bones as he brought his hand to rest under his head.

He was mine. All mine.

“How’s your headache now?” he asked.

My gaze drifted across his body, and even though he was fully clothed, I could see his erection through his dress pants.

Funny, it was the first time I’d thought about the throbbing pain since his lips connected with my clit. All that was left now was this tingly, relaxed feeling. Maybe there was some truth in those statements.

Biting my bottom lip, I shook my head. “Nope. It still hurts,” I lied, wanting him to do it all over again.

The tips of his lips curved. “Well, I guess I’ll have to keep trying until we get a more definitive answer. You know, for science.”

I rolled my body toward him, but his hand clamped onto my hip, stopping me. “No sudden movements.”

Pouting my bottom lip out, I said, “I want to feel you inside me. Will you please make love to me?”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Pyro.”

“Why not?”

“Really? Do I need to explain it?”

I rested my hand above the one he placed on my hip. “Please. I’ll be the perfect pillow princess and let you do all the work. It’s just, after everything that happened, I want to feel you inside me.”

It was the connection I was craving more than another orgasm.

“I can’t. Not tonight.”

It was the first time Jackson had ever said no to me, which only made it clear how serious he was. Instead of giving in, he carefully slid the pillow out from beneath my hips, easing me back onto the mattress, before pulling his comforter over me with a tenderness that made my chest ache.

With his arm wrapped around me, he kissed my temple and whispered, “Get some sleep. I’ll be here if you need anything.”

I couldn’t argue or deny that I was exhausted and maybe he was right. Maybe this was all a little too much for me.

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