Page 31 of Coming Home

Ainsley’s heart beat in triple time as Jackson’s lips touched hers. A moment she had dreamed of.

And it was better than she ever could have imagined.

He brushed his lips against hers tenderly, one hand cradling her nape, the other going to the small of her back, his fingers spreading against it, drawing her closer to him.

Jackson was different from every man who had kissed her. They rushed things, all about immediate access, where he took his time, savoring her, making her feel cherished. His kiss eventually became more demanding, firing her blood. He brought her flush against him, and she could feel the hard muscles of his chest. Slowly, he teased open her mouth, and she granted him access willingly. His tongue began a sensual exploration, which caused the blood to pound loudly in her ears, almost deafening her.

Her hands went to his broad shoulders, and she gripped them tightly, still not quite believing her girlhood fantasy now sprang to life.

Suddenly, his hands moved to her waist and lifted her, placing her on one of the large work tables where she and Gus kneaded their dough. Jackson stepped between her legs and framed her face with his long fingers, never breaking the kiss. Instead, he tilted her head back slightly for better access and continued his barrage of her mouth and senses.

Time stood still as the kiss went on, her body begin to hum with need. Jackson’s hands returned to her back, slowly gliding up and down as his tongue explored every crevice in her mouth. Timidly, Ainsley finally stepped up and instead of being a receiver, became an active participant in the kiss. Her arms went about his neck, and her fingers locked behind his nape as her tongue began stroking his. Jackson let out a low groan, full of need, and their tongues went to war with one another, battling for domination. But no matter what, they were both winners with this kiss.

Jackson finally broke it, his lips gliding across her cheek and to her ear. His teeth tugged on her earlobe, causing a wild sensation to spread through her. She had never felt it before, but she immediately put a name to it.

Desire...

He teased her lobe with his teeth and then outlined the shell of her ear with his tongue, causing a tremor to run through her. Who knew an ear could be an erogenous zone? He eventually left it, his lips trailing back to her cheek and down to her throat. He located her pulse point and nipped at it with his teeth, then soothing the place with his tongue. Ainsley began trembling almost violently with need.

She wanted this man. All of him.

Now.

His mouth returned to hers, and he bit softly into her bottom lip, pinning it. A frisson of desire rippled through her as he tasted her. Slowly, he eased her back until she was flat against the work table’s surface. His hands slid beneath the sweater she wore, grazing her belly, moving higher, their warmth causing her breath to catch. He hesitated a moment.

“Touch me,” she urged, seeing the heat in his eyes.

His hands moved up, finding the front clasp of her bra, undoing and parting it. Her nipples ached as they brushed against the wool of her sweater. His hands glided over them, his gaze pinning her as he kneaded each breast, much as the dough which was kneaded on this very table. He playfully tweaked her nipples, causing her to gasp.

“May I lift your sweater?” he asked huskily.

She merely nodded, not trusting that any sound would come from her.

He pushed the sweater up, her breasts now exposed to him. She watched his face, a slow smile appearing on it.

“Perfect,” he murmured, lowering his head.

When his mouth touched her breast, she cried out, sheer pleasure running through her. His tongue circled her nipple, even as he kneaded her other breast. A blaze shot through her, acute and almost painful. His teeth grazed her nipple, and her back arched. Jackson took and took and took.

And she reveled in it.

He sucked and laved until a yearning deep within her was ready to explode. She realized it was an orgasm—and it was about to occur. Something she had never experienced before. Her limited sexual partners had never taken this kind of time making love to her. Ainsley only knew she was in the hands of a master lover. He continued worshiping her breast, sucking hard on it, as he lovingly touched the other one.

Suddenly, the pressure building within her exploded, causing her to buck against him. Jackson kept on stroking her with his tongue, teasing her nipple as she rode out the orgasm. It went on and on, and then finally drew to a close. She felt so limp that she didn’t think she could raise even the smallest finger on her hand.

He lifted his mouth and smiled at her boyishly. “I didn’t know a woman could come so easily. You must be a tigress in bed, Ainsley Robinson.”

She didn’t reply. She didn’t want him to know that she had never experienced an orgasm before. Then she changed her mind, waiting no secrets between them.

“That’s never happened to me before,” she admitted. “I’ve never had an orgasm. Period.”

“You mean with someone touching your breasts,” he said.

“No,” she corrected. “I mean ever.”

His eyes widened and then the slow smile spread across his face. “Shall we try again?” he asked, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Jackson didn’t bother to wait for her reply. His mouth immediately went to her other breast, and he began working his magic on it. Soon, she writhed beneath him, small, mewling sounds coming from her as he brought her to the heights of ecstasy again.

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