Page 90 of Puck and Prejudice

“Jackson! What are you?—”

He slants his mouth over mine, coaxing my lips open with his tongue. His kiss is intoxicating as always, but more so tonight. I thread my fingers through his hair and match his passion, stroke for stroke. I’m burning from the inside out and don’t care that we’re making out on Chad and Jane’s bed.

Jackson runs a hand down the side of my body, then he lifts my leg and sets it on his shoulder. It’s a bad day for me to be wearing pants, but the barrier doesn’t deter him. He grinds his hips against mine, rubbing his erection against my clit, and the friction is driving me insane already. I moan against his mouth.

“I love the sounds you make, my sweet Izzie.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes…” he kisses the corner of my mouth “… very much so.”

I’m turned on as hell, but when the orgasm hits me, it’s sudden. “Yes, oh my God, yes!”

“That’s it, babe, come for me.” He cups my cheek, and keeps grinding his hips, prolonging the pleasure.

Then he groans, shaking on top of me. Is he climaxing too? A moment later, he stops moving and says, “You’re so beautiful.”

Heat spreads across my face. “Jane’s beautiful, I’m n?—”

Jackson presses his index finger against my lips. “Shh… don’t you dare say you aren’t. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Even though I was annoyed with you when we met, I couldn’t stop admiring you.”

My heart is beating fast and hard, pumping euphoria through my veins. My tummy feels funny, and there’s a big lump stuck in my throat. Shit, am I on the verge of crying?

“Did I say something wrong?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No. On the contrary. You said everything right.”

He smiles. “Good.”

His phone rings, interrupting our moment. He slides off me. “I’d better get that. It might be Chad.”

We both get off the bed, and while he answers the call, I stare at the half-packed duffel bag and can’t remember what items are missing. I have post-O foggy brain.

“All right. I’ll bring that too,” Jackson says. “Okay, see you soon.”

“Was that Chad?” I ask.

“Yeah. He wants me to pack snacks. He gave me a list.”

“He doesn’t want to try his luck with the cafeteria food?”

“He’s a nervous eater, but he’s super particular about his snacks.”

A yawn sneaks up on me, and I try to cover it with my hand.

“Want some coffee?”

My eyes widen. “I’d love some. The hospital coffee was sewage.”

“All right. I’m done here. I’ll make us to-go cups.” He starts toward the door but stops halfway and turns around. “Actually, I’d better clean up first.”

I arch a brow. “Clean up? Pray tell, Darcy, did you have an accident?”

He studies me through narrowed eyes. “Don’t act so surprised. There’s only so much my self-control can take, and watching you come… well, that did it.”

I step into his space, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I’m not judging. I like it when you lose control.”

He grabs my ass and squeezes. “Oh yeah? I’m about to lose control again, gorgeous.”

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