Page 68 of Puck and Prejudice

“Because of the text I sent.” He stops in front of me, invading my personal space. Mercy… it’s hard to breathe now.

“You never replied to mine.”

He cups my cheek tenderly, sending chills of desire down my spine. “I wanted to answer you in person. Yes, Izzie Bennet, I want to celebrate withyou.”

“Why?” My gaze drops to his lips.

“You know why. Come on, Izzie. We’re adults here. We know what’s going on between us.”

I look into his eyes again, and they’re hooded, burning with need. “We do? I thought I did, but I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Maybe this will remind you.” He slants his lips over mine possessively, and even though I’ve been secretly fantasizing with this moment, the reaction his kiss draws from me is much more potent than I expected.

Fire erupts in the pit of my stomach and spreads through my body, burning me from the inside out. I clutch his arms, surrendering to Jackson and his panties-melting, toe-curling kiss. He tastes like the first drops of rain and the ocean breeze. God, what am I thinking? That doesn’t make any sense.

He abandons my mouth to trail open kisses down my neck. Goose bumps form on my arms, and my nipples harden. I arch my back, granting him all the access he needs, and thread my fingers through his hair. He keeps exploring with his tongue and his hands. My need for him intensifies, and when he pulls the neckline of my dress down, exposing my breasts, I let out a whimper.

“You’re so beautiful, Izzie.” He runs his tongue over one nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Damn it. It feelsso good.

“Jackson…” I twist my fingers around strands of his hair and pull a little.

He releases my nipple with a wet pop and looks at up. “What is it, gorgeous?”

“Are we really doing this?”

His brows crease. “You don’t want to?”

When I don’t answer right away, he leans back, but I stop him. “I’ve never wanted anything more.” I frame his handsome face with my hands and crush my lips to his.

He answers in kind, matching my passion with each stroke of his tongue against mine. I melt against his body as if I want to meld myself to him. He runs his hands down my back until he finds my ass and squeezes. Glued to his frame as I am, his rock-hard erection presses against my belly.

I slide my hand between our bodies and try to grab his cock, but Jackson steps back and turns me around, trapping me from behind. “I want to feel how wet you are for me, my sweet Izzie.”

My sweet Izzie.

God, I never knew I’d love those words coming out ofJackson’smouth.

He pulls my skirt up and then glides his fingers under my panties. When he grazes my clit, my legs buckle under me, and if it weren’t for his hold on me, I’d have collapsed.

“Do you like when I touch you, beautiful?” he whispers in my ear.

“Yes,” I hiss, closing my eyes.

“How much do you like it?” He swipes his finger left and right, leaving me panting.

“A little bit,” I lie just to see where he’s going with this.

“Just a little bit, huh? We have to change that.” He moves his hand down, and then his fingers are inside me. “How about now?”

“It’s... somewhat... better.”

If he keeps this up, I’m going to come soon.

“Hmm… I think you’re lying, Izzie.” He bites my earlobe, then fucks me in earnest with his fingers while applying pressure to my clit with the heel of his hand.

Hell. He figured me out, and it’s… glorious. I forget where we are andwhowe are. Instead, I surrender to his hot breath against my skin, to the feel of his chest against my back, and to the pressure building between my legs. Before I know it, the climax hits me like a damn puck going ninety miles per hour. I moan loudly, only for Jackson to cover my mouth with his free hand.

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