Page 107 of Seasoned
“Like this?” she asked coyly, moving her hips.
“You know damn well—”
His words broke off when she moved in a circle. She took her fill the way she wanted—slow, sliding repeatedly up and down and alternating by rolling her hips over his pelvis.
Holding onto her waist, he cursed softly as he watched her, eyes mere slits, nostrils widening with each deep breath as he fought for control. Watching him struggle made her want to drive him crazy even more. Hands on his sternum, she let herself go, biting her bottom lip as she indulged. His hip movements intensified and the raw power of each thrust filled her body. The way he moved underneath her was both heaven and hell—a tortuous blending of sensations that left her dizzy with agonizing desire.
Her hair fell forward and shrouded her face, and Tyson caressed her breasts. He squeezed her nipples, each tweak of his thumb and finger sending a pulse of heat right between her legs.
His movements increased with speed and force and she struggled to keep the pace. “Tyson…”
He flipped her onto her back and took control—pumping his hips, bringing them both closer to climax.
“How the hell did I let you go before?” he growled in a ferocious whisper.
Those were the last words he uttered before she came, another loud cry tearing from her throat as she soared to unimaginable heights. Tyson didn’t let up until he came, too, and with a loud shout careened off the edge right along with her.
12
Tyson woke up slowly. Rubbing a hand over his bald head, he blinked against the light coming through the windows before registering that Jackie stood in the doorway.
His breath caught. Like the night before, she looked incredible, but in a different way. The wig was gone, and her short curls were on display, red and vivid against her brown skin. A short-sleeved, button-down sleep shirt with vertical lines showed off her legs, and in her hand was a cup of coffee, its caramelized scent enticing him from across the room.
“Good morning,” she greeted him.
“Morning. How long have you been standing there?” Yawning, he sat up.
“Not long.” Jackie walked over and handed him the cup.
“Thank you.” Steam filtered into the air, and Tyson carefully took a sip, his gaze traveling over her voluptuous figure as the memories from the night before came back with a vengeance. She had been uninhibited in their lovemaking, and her cries of passion still echoed in his head.
“What are your plans for the day?” she asked.
“Whatever you’re doing, I’m doing.” Tyson set the cup on the table nearby. He swung his legs off the side of the bed and, resting his hands on her hips, pulled her between his legs.
Placing both hands on his shoulders, she said, “I have to work. Around noon I’m going to one of my smaller stores. You want to come with me and help stock merchandise and change out the displays?” A teasing glint filled her eyes.
“No, ma’am. I’ll make myself scarce for a bit and head home. I have to call my granddaughter later and wish her a happy birthday.”
“You have a granddaughter?”
“And a grandson. My oldest, Carina, is their mother. Hold on, I got a ton of pictures.”
As he hopped off the bed, Jackie sat down. He pulled on his boxers and pulled his phone from the jacket he’d worn on last night’s date. Taking a seat beside Jackie, he opened the album with photos of his grandchildren and handed her the phone.
“That’s Bethany, named after her paternal great-grandmother, who raised Carina’s husband. Jackson was named after my father. We call him Jack for short.”
“They’re adorable,” Jackie murmured, swiping through the photos. She laughed at a picture of the kids taking a sudsy bubble bath together when they were toddlers, andahhedat Bethany’s kindergarten graduation photo.
He smiled at a photo he took with the kids, one on each knee, sitting on a balcony. “Took that one last year when I took Carina and her family to Hawaii. We rented a villa on the beach for two weeks. My youngest daughter, Niecy, flew in for a week to hang out with us. We all had a great time. Several times during the trip, I watched the kids so Carina and her husband could spend time alone sightseeing. We went to the beach, ate ice cream, watched the movies they wanted to watch. I swear I know every animated Disney movie now. Those kids know how to work me over. They’re spoiled rotten, let me tell you.”
“That’s the way it should be.”
“Yeah. I’m just glad I’m able to spoil them in a way I couldn’t spoil my kids. And, at least my girls don’t hate me.”
“Are you saying that Kendrick does?”
“‘Hate’ might be a strong word, and he’s definitely changed his attitude toward me since I’ve been here. The other day we went to the beach, and he taught me how to surf. I fell off the board so many times, I’m surprised he didn’t give up. He stuck with me, though.” Tyson chuckled, shaking his head at the memories.
