Page 134 of Save Her from Me

“I couldn’t have been more interested. It’s why I couldn’t keep my gaze on ye.”

Emotion threatened me. I held it together and poked him in the chest with my pen. “In the car once, you called me a kid.”

“While fighting the urge to mentally undress ye.”

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my throat. The sensation spiralled into lust, and I closed my eyes, dipping my head back to give him space to do more.

“Hanging out with her, laughing, grocery shopping together then cooking dinner,” he said against my skin and between kisses. “Add to that list: right now in this moment. In every damn moment.”

But I’d abandoned my writing. I’d never known anything like what I felt for this man. The trust I had in him, how he felt like a missing part of me.

If he’d been hurt, I couldn’t bear it. If we hadn’t found him, I don’t know what I would have done.

I dropped the notepad and pen to the floor then found Jackson’s mouth with mine. We kissed, taking our time to drive each other wild, sliding into wet, drugging kisses while our hands roamed.

Jackson shifted me onto my back on the sofa, then hooked an arm under my knees to yank me lower. I stretched my arms above my head, my top sliding up.

He went still then stooped to kiss my bare midriff.

I stripped my shirt. He did the same with his.

My little fox bracelet caught the light, and I took Jackson’s hand and set a finger on it. “What would you say if I wanted you to wear one of these?”

He kissed my wrist. “I’ll get one made.”

“Obviously I won’t track you day to day,” I stumbled. “Only if you were missing.”

He knelt between my legs and put his face to mine. “Track me everywhere. Check on me when ye need to. I want ye to feel safe, and I’ll never have a problem with ye knowing where I am.” He kissed me, going deep. “I intend to feed your obsession. Starting now.”

Jackson reached under me and undid my bra, dragging it away and tossing it across the room. He groaned at the sight of my breasts and ducked to kiss each, sucking on a nipple and curling his tongue around it to stiffen it to a peak.

I arched into him, lost in every suck and pull. He continued going, trailing his mouth down my belly and to my jeans. Quickly, they were gone, too, along with my underwear, and that clever mouth of his was between my thighs.

We’d tried all kinds of sex. Different positions, using toys, and all the other things on my list, but all I needed was him.

Jackson nuzzled my clit, pressing a kiss to it before following with a hard suck. I saw stars, surging into his touch. He lifted me with one hand so he could slide his tongue inside me.

“Jackson,” I breathed.

“Tell me what ye need. Where did we get to on your list?”

In a rush, I couldn’t wait a moment more. I twisted my fingers in his hair and dragged his head up. “I need you inside me. Right now.”

He gave a devilish grin. “Close your eyes.”

I obeyed, and he moved away, the rustle of material telling me his clothes were being shed.

Then Jackson returned to between my legs, notching his dick to my core.

“I’m so fucking in love with ye,” he said and jerked to fill me.

Any words I could summon were lost in a groan.

I reached for him and brought his torso down to meet mine, our mouths connecting, no space between us, as close as two people could be. He made love to me, taking his time and stoking my passion until I was a writhing mess.

I couldn’t resist opening my eyes to see him.

That devoted expression, the competent, beautiful man who could’ve been broken by the world but who’d kept on living. Nothing could be better than what we’d found, the care and love he’d shown and that I’d return. If it took the rest of my life, I would never tire of learning about him and finding ways to make him happy.

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