Page 43 of Fated Moons
He had no control over fate, and it seemed his destiny would be in the arms of Lady Amanda for the rest of his life.
She pulled his body over hers, letting him ease between her legs. Bracing himself, he raised up, staring down at her passion-flushed face, her lips slightly parted. A sweet but seductive smile emerged.
“You’re a beautiful woman,” he whispered. “Since we’ve met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
She bit down on her lower lip in a voluptuous invitation.
He felt confident she desired him as much as he did her and that if he continued, they’d end up entangled between his sheets.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, her hands burning his skin as her fingers dug into his shoulder blades, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
He growled.
“We’re flirting with fire,” he said.
She shook her head. “We’ve moved past that. If not tonight, tomorrow. If not tomorrow, next Friday. So, why fight it?”
“Because once we do this, there will be no turning back. I can barely control myself as it is," he said. “You have to understand that, for me, this is instinctual. Primal and?—”
She interrupted him by slipping her tongue in his mouth and grinding her hips against his growing erection.
“My insides are shaking like a volcano,” she said, her eyes sparkling with intense heat. “It’s like a constant battle between the person I know deep in my soul I’m supposed to be and the person I’ve been pretending to be my entire life.”
“I don’t want things to be awkward or strange.”
“Because things are so normal now,” her words dripped with playful sarcasm.
“You’re going to talk me into taking you to bed, aren’t you?”
“Do I really need to twist your arm?” She batted her thick eyelashes. “Besides, I am your fated mate—something we both need to fully embrace. I know you’ve accepted. I’m ninety-nine percent there.”
He pulled her to her feet in one swift motion. “Guess I better make this really good.”
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Amanda’s grandmother had always told her that there was a fine line between being a lady versus being a vixen and that a true woman knew how to play both parts when it came to getting and keeping a man.
If she was Jackson’s fated, getting him and keeping him shouldn’t be hard at all.
Then again, she was new to this whole fated mate thing.
Jackson lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. He sprinkled her chest with soft, affectionate kisses as he unhooked her bra, cupping her breast while he drew a hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive nub.
Most of the lovers she’d had before greedily took her in a haze of wild abandonment. She enjoyed sex the most when it was wild and raw. Only with Jackson, the way he took his time with her, caressing her with his hands, mouth, and gaze, made her want something different.
Something dangerous.
Love and marriage were ideals she hadn’t craved. Maybe someday in the future, but not now. All she cared about was her career and making her mark in the film industry. It wasn’t about fame and fortune but doing what she felt most passionateabout, which had nothing to do with being born into the royal family. Acting gave her a sense of accomplishment she didn’t get anywhere else.
She threaded her fingers through his thick hair, which curled just before his shoulders. Her head tilted back, and her eyes closed.
It was hard to believe she was bound to him for all eternity. She certainly didn’t want to think about it, much less talk about it. But she knew in her soul that her heart belonged to Jackson and even if it didn’t, at this point, she’d freely give it to him. The bond she shared with him tinged her body from her fingertips to her toes like warm shower water, dousing her body with her favorite soap bubbling across her skin.
His kisses moved down her stomach, making it twitch. His fingers curled inside her leggings, rolling them over her hips, looping his index finger into her string panties, and he gently pulled her clothing to her ankles.
Kneeling in front of her, he kissed the inside of her thigh, his hands digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
She stared at him while his lips touched her everywhere except the one place that screamed for his attention. She wanted to guide his head to her, demand he take her womanhood. It wasn’t nerves that stopped her. She’d never been afraid to ask for what she needed in bed from a man. With Jackson, it was as if her body were a grand piano, and he was mastering a piece of fine music, key by glorious key.
