Page 79 of Until Tomorrow Comes
Closing my eyes, I give in, saying his name on a moan. The tension that had been coiling inside of me explodes. He doesn’t stop his movements, drawing out my orgasm until my entire body melts to the table.
I open my eyes just in time to catch him sucking his fingers clean. My arousal coats his mouth and his well-kept beard, causing my cheeks to flush even more.
“So delicious.”
Jackson unravels his arm from my thigh, letting it drop heavily to the side as he pushes to his feet. Extending a hand toward me, he helps me sit up but doesn’t move away.
Instead, he leans down to kiss me, slowly and sensually, as if we aren’t already late enough. The taste of myself on his lips is enough to cause my body to react to him, wanting more as if I didn’t just have an orgasm less than two minutes ago.
By the time he stops, I’m struggling to catch my breath, due to both the kiss and the orgasm. He rests his forehead against mine, catching his own breath and opening his eyes.
“Now we can go.”
I shake my head, pushing him back so I can stand up. My dress falls back into place and I glance at the floor around us.
“Where’s my underwear?” My brows furrow, not finding them anywhere. I would have needed a new pair anyway, but still. Jackson smirks back at me, raising a brow at me. He caresses a knuckle along my cheek, kissing my forehead, and backing away a step.
He pulls his other hand from his pocket, my nude underwear balled up in his fist.
“These are staying with me.”
“Excuse me!?” I squeal, my eyebrows shoot to my hairline as I gape at him.
He backs away, tucking them back into his pocket, and snapping me out of my disbelief. I step toward him, intent on taking them back, but he only retreats closer to the door.
“Jackson, you can’t keep my underwear in your pocket at a wedding.”
“Yes I can.” His gaze slowly trails down my body, lingering on the way I shift my weight. The traces of what he just did has me unable to stand still. A devilish smirk draws my attention to his lips. I fight a laugh at the sight of my lipstick all over him.
Good thing I put the tube in my clutch.
The red stained smirk stays painted on his face as he continues on.
“Think of them as my stress reliever. Anytime I get overwhelmed, angry, or whatever, I’ll just reach into my pocket. And the thought of you, bare beneath your dress while you stand next to me, is what will keep me sane.” He shrugs. “If nothing else, it will remind me of how you looked spread out on the table before me.”
Crossing my arms, not missing the way his proud smile drops slightly as he glances at my exposed cleavage, I raise a brow at him.
“And what if I just go put on different underwear?”
This time, he steps closer to me and doesn’t stop until he’s back in front of me.
“You won’t. Because the idea of your soaked panties in my pocket, while we’re surrounded by people you don’t know, excites you.” He runs his thumb along my bottom lips, staring at them while he continues on. “Because you know that while we’re gone, the addicting smell, taste and feel of you, will be on my mind the entire night. More than you already are.”
I blink up at him, cheeks flushing at his words and trying to think of something to say. Especially when I know deep down that if I were to tell him no, he wouldn’t question it further.
But he’s not wrong.
He must see the agreement on my face, even as I feel like everyone will know the moment they see me. Jackson kisses me, as if we have all the time in the world and are not already running late.
When he pulls away, I see some of the tension creeping back into him. Sucking in a deep breath, he backs away, holding his hand out for me.
“Let’s get this shitshow over with.”
“Maybe let’s clean our faces off first.” I chuckle, slipping my hand in his.
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Jackson
