Page 66 of Hidden Desires

He leaned forward and licked her cherry-flavored lip gloss–covered lips. She opened her mouth, and he plunged his tongue inside. With Jackson, his kisses were anything but calm and gentle. He was like a starving man and she was his first meal after the fast.

It’d been a couple days since they last had sex, though the intimacy of their relationship never dwindled. He was the boyfriend she’s wanted, the fiancé she thought she never needed, and the one true love she’d waited her lifetime for. He held her hand for no reason at all. He kissed her when he wanted to, where he wanted to. Although he didn’t say, “I love you” too often, when he did say it, it meant so much more than three simple words coming from his mouth. He was by her side when he could be and missed her when he couldn’t. And she loved the man, with all her heart, mind, body and soul.

Autumn ran her hand over his chest and brushed against the dog tags she bought him. “I can’t believe you’re still wearing these.” She fisted them in her hand and kissed his lips.

“You never did tell me what yours said.” She pushed him up and reached for the bedside table. After searching in the drawer she pulled her set out and handed them to him.

He laughed as he read it. “I heart horny boy.”

“Yeah. I was mad at you that day and found myself typing in it into the engraving machine. Totally messed up, huh?” she joked.

He kissed her again and then gave her a devious grin. “Hold that thought. I want to do something we talked about earlier.”

Autumn gave him a questioning look though she didn’t say anything. She watched Jackson walk to the door naked, open it to look out into the hall and then step out completely in the buff.

When he returned, she laughed at what he held in his arms. “You are crazy. I put on a very expensive piece of lingerie to turn you on and you want to get messy with whipped cream and strawberries?”

Jackson set the dish of strawberries on the nightstand and then shook the can of whipped cream. “Take it off.”

“It cost seventy bucks. You take it off.” Autumn laid back waiting for him to make the next move.

“I have to take it off because it cost seventy bucks?” He knelt on the bed beside her.

“At least acknowledge it.”

“Sweetheart, I’m hard. How much more acknowledgement do you need?” He set the whipped cream down and pushed the front of the baby-doll nightie apart to feel her warm skin. He leaned down to kiss her stomach while he pushed the sheer fabric up towards her breasts.

“Okay. You acknowledged it.” She reached for the tie around her neck.

Jackson was poised over her, waiting for the ties to fall free from their bow. “You are so beautiful.”

Autumn pulled the top over her head and threw it across the room. “You’re already going to get laid, ace. You don’t have to compliment me.”

Jackson moved between her legs and pulled her body down, off the pillows. “I’m just speaking the truth whether I get laid or not.”

His hands glided up her legs to her thighs stopping when he reached her hip. “Cute panties.” He traced the black lipstick impression on the front of the sheer red thong with one finger. “These I like a lot.”

“What’s with guys? I think I’m sexy in a seventy-dollar piece of lingerie and you like a ten-dollar pair of panties. What the hell is up with that?” Autumn wrapped her legs around him, locking him to her body.

“Sweetheart”—Jackson leaned down to kiss her—“you should know less is more when it comes to clothing.”

He reached for the whipped cream. Autumn knew they were about to make a mess in her bed, and almost regretted not changing the silk sheets before they began. She planned a romantic night of sex taking Jackson in as many different positions she could think of. Jackson had evidently planned a night of sticky, dirty food sex that she was helpless to say no to.

He pulled back and pointed the nozzle toward her. The cool cream shot out right above her nipple, chilling her heated flesh. Autumn whimpered as he started to draw on her, making lines with the topping as he used her body for a canvas. When he was done, he tossed it to the side and grabbed the dish of strawberries.

“Lie still.” He planted her hands on each side of her body.

He grabbed five strawberries out of the container and laid them in the valley between her breasts. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and leaned forward to kiss his way down her body as he slid them off. When he removed them, he pushed her legs apart so he could fit between them and continued to paint her body with the topping.

“There’s a song,” he said as he squirted the cool cream along her stomach, “that says something to the effect: I want to lick you from your head to your toes.” He looked up with mischievous intent. “That’s my goal tonight.”

He continued making streams down her legs to her toes, making her squeal from the delight. She squirmed on the bed, clutching the silk sheets beneath her.

“Start licking.”

Jackson grinned and lifted her foot. His tongue traced the path of the whipped cream sliding along her skin. He took his time, making sure he hit every erogenous zone in his path.

Once he was done with one leg, he started on the other, giving it the same treatment. She knew the song he spoke of and decided this was one of her ultimate fantasies.

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