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I push him away just long enough to return the favor, desperately tugging his t-shirt over his head to reveal a body I've been dreaming of for fuckingweeks. God, do clothes not do him justice. Much like his face, his torso is all sharp angles and defined lines, and my greedy eyes drink up the lean definition, the light brown skin covering rippling muscles and ridged abs. Wrapping my hands around taut biceps, I pull him back down to me, and we both groan as our naked chests collide, hard muscles meeting smooth skin.

Jackson works his way down my chest, teeth scraping and tongue worshiping. A tortured gasp leaves me as warm, wet lips envelop a pert nipple, my back arching as if to force more of me into his mouth. I've always had sensitive nipples but God, with the way his tongue is working, it feels like I could get off from this alone. My hands tangle in his hair, an attempt to ground myself as nimble fingers tweak my other nipple before he squeezes the full mound of flesh roughly. It’s relentless, his attention, and it only takes a pathetic number of minutes until I’m on the verge of begging for more, back arched completely off the bed, nails surely leaving marks on his shoulders.

And then, he stops.

Ignoring my noise of protest, the bastardstops.

He moves until his lips hover over mine again and, looking a little too damn proud of himself, he utters the most infuriating word. “No.”

My whine is loud and unashamed. “Why?”

“Because when I fuck you, sweetheart, it’s not gonna be a one night stand.”

“But those are so muchfun.” So meaningless. And meaningless fun is my speciality.

Beautiful brown eyes never leave mine as Jackson shakes his head. “I don’t share, Luna,” he says so softly, such juxtaposition to the fucking filth that follows, “I'm not fucking this pussy until it's all mine.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Even as an aroused shiver wracks my body, I find myself gaping at Jackson. “Who the fuck are you?”

Dominance shies away for a moment as red stains the apples of Jackson’s cheeks. When he retreats, kneeling at the foot of the bed, I follow on bent elbows. “No, seriously, what did you do with Jackson?”

“Luna,” he groans my name, and I can’t help but grin.

“Are your thoughts this dirty every time we’re together? Because if they are I would love to—”

My sentence ends in a shriek when Jackson abruptly gets to his feet and yanks me forward, shutting me up pretty effectively by sinking to his knees between my legs. A hand on my stomach keeps me flush against the bed as he, never breaking eye-contact, starts to trail open-mouthed kisses from my knees to my inner thighs.

Any trace of humor dying, I fist the sheets with a death trip, damn near ripping a hole in the fabric when he traces a knuckle over the white lace of my panties. My breath catches, my blood humming with anticipation. He's so close, so fucking close to where I want him, and when he leans in, hot breath following the path of his finger, I almost lose it.

He pauses.

A boyishly devious grin blooms.

And he asks, no,demands, “Go on a date with me.“

Somehow, I have enough wits about me to scowl. “That's bribery.”

I have to give him props. Clever tactic. And it's sure as fuck working.

Gruff laughter tickles my sensitive skin, the sensation only making me hotter and my panties damper. He nudges them aside and runs a finger along the length of my pussy, his touch featherlight as he circles the borderline painfully throbbing bundle of nerves lightly, teasingly, not enough to get me off but just enough to drive me wild.

“Luna.” God, I love the way he says my name. “It's a yes or no question.“

I don't respond. I can't respond. My mind is too foggy, my eyes screwed shut as I grind against his hand in an attempt to find some relief before he inevitably deprives me again. When he does, my eyes fly open. A protest forms and dies on my lips when I find him hovering above me. His expression has changed, the softer side of him returning for a moment. He brushes a thumb over my lower lip, along my jaw, tucks a strand of wayward hair behind my ear. “Let me treat you right.“

His request makes me gulp. It's so sincere, so simple, yet so hard to wrap my head around. I can't figure out what I've done to deserve him looking at me like I hung the fucking moon. I hate that my hand shakes as I reach up and trace his jawline, hate the vulnerable gaping hole in my chest that makes it hard to get out a single word.

Shoving away the doubts, the nerves, I focus on the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, the gentleness in his gaze that I'm not sure how I ever survived a day without, the pit of want in my belly. “Okay.”

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LUNA

For all his teasing,all his dirty words, all his all-consuming dominance, Jackson somehow still manages to look surprised. “Okay?”

I stifle a laugh, nipping at the thumb still resting on my lip. “What, you want a different answer?”

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