Page 64 of Until Tomorrow Comes
Jackson seems to notice everything, even when I think he’s not paying attention. So it didn’t surprise me last week when he noticed my silent discomfort at the idea of him touching my neck. The memory of Zack’s hands there had flashed through my mind so quickly, my body reacted on its own. Instead of stopping or calling me out, Jackson adjusted his path and didn’t push me on it.
Now though, all I want is for him to touch and kiss me everywhere. To replace all thoughts and memories that Zack left behind.
Only it’s more than that. I don’t want him to touch me just to erase those thoughts, I simply want more ofhimand the way he makes me feel.
Without giving myself a second to overthink anything, I wrap my hands around the back of his head and pull him back to my lips, needing to kiss him again. His hair is just long enough to run my fingers through and a low, appreciated groan rumbles in his throat at the movement. He presses into me, both of us moaning at the feel of his hard cock against my stomach.
“What if I don’t want you to hold back?” I mumble against his lips.
He doesn’t respond, instead his hands slip down my body in a slow, tantalizing path to my hips. With one hand resting at my waistband, the other grabs a handful of my ass in his palm, bunching up my shorts. When he uncurls his fingers and is met with my skin, we both groan at the warmth.
He moves quickly, causing a squeal to escape my lips as he leans forward and wraps both hands around my thighs. Swiftly, he lifts me up, not once removing his lips from mine, and places me on the island counter.
His hands settle on the tops of my thighs, holding me in place while he steps between my legs.
“Tell me to stop, Kitten.” He murmurs.
I pull back to meet his heated gaze, my pulse skyrocketing as I slowly shake my head. Swallowing thickly, I run my hands down his neck and place them on his shoulders.
“Of all the things I can think to say,thatis definitely not one of them.”
He responds by sliding his hands up my thighs, pushing my shorts up with his fingers. His hands snake around to the top of my ass and he drags me forward until I’m right on the edge of the counter.
My legs wrap instinctively around his waist, lining him up perfectly with my pulsing center. Taking advantage of his closeness, I lean forward to kiss him again. The guttural moan that escapes him has me responding in kind, slowly grinding against him with a single thought dancing through my mind.
More.
“Jackson.” I whisper against his lips.
This time when he pulls back and kisses my jaw, I tilt my head to the side and give him better access.
Only instead of doing what I want, Jackson pulls back completely. My brows furrow and I’m about to ask him why, but he speaks before I can.
“I need to know your boundaries.”
I blink in response, staring at him like he just spoke in another language.
“My… what?”
He leans down to place a gentle kiss on my nose, moving his hands to the outsides of my thighs while staring down at me.
A small smile forms on his full lips and his green eyes shine as he watches me. Unable to resist, I reach up to run my hand along his cheek. The perfectly trimmed, full beard on his face defines his jawline and there’s a couple freckles dotting his nose.
He’s beautiful.
However, before I get too distracted by his disarming good looks or think about kissing him again, he continues.
“I need to know if there’s anything you don’t want me to do, anywhere you don’t want me to touch or kiss. Last week it was obvious you weren’t ready for your neck to be kissed or touched, but now your body is telling me otherwise.” He reaches up to trace his finger along the side of my face before notching them under my chin and tipping my head back. “I never want to do something that would unintentionally hurt you.”
I bite my bottom lip to stop it from wobbling and can feel the tears welling up in my eyes. He’s staring down at me with such kindness and adoration that my heart squeezes in my chest.
“What if…I don’t know what they are?” I clear my throat, forcing myself to not look away from him and attempt to explain myself. “You’re right, last week when you got close to my neck, I reacted on instinct to the last time I was touched there. But this time…”
I trail off, dropping my gaze from his. My cheeks heat, but I continue on.
“All I know is that when you touch me, and it doesn’t have to be like this,” I motion to him standing between my legs. “You could brush your arm against me and I come to life. When you kiss me, sometimes it feels like I’m burning up, yet I crave more.”
I suck in a deep breath before rambling on, knowing nothing is coming out right, but I can’t seem to shut up.
