Page 43 of Second Chance Vacation

Jumping up from the bed, he walks over to the ensuite bathroom, tossing the condom in the trash. The rainwater shower head turns on before Jackson reappears in the doorway, looking at me as he leans against the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Care to join me?” He smirks, nodding his head over toward the shower.

Yes. Yes, I do.

Jumping up from the bed, I walk past him as his hand swats at my ass.

The hot water runs over my skin, instantly relaxing my muscles on contact. My body feels like jello, and I could easily fall asleep standing up. I watch the water fall off the slope of my nose as Jackson joins me in the glass enclosure, joining me under the constant stream as he presses his body to my back.

We stand here enjoying the effects of the warmth around us for a while before he begins peppering kisses up and down the side of my neck, his tongue darting out against the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His hardness is evident as it presses firmly against my ass.

“How are you already ready to go again? I’m exhausted.”

Tilting my head back against his shoulder, I stretch, feeling the effects of constantly being on the move on our trip hitting me at once.

“We don’t have to have sex again…” He shifts behind me to stand directly in front of me. The water from above hits him more directly, rolling down his face as he peers down at mine. Jackson says nothing else before his knees meet the tile floor, pushing me flush against the glass wall.

“What are you doing?”

His gaze meets mine through his brow as he presses his tongue to my sensitized clit before sucking it between his lips. My head falls back against the glass, completely consumed by the pleasure.

I have a feeling tonight is far from over.

SEVENTEEN

JACKSON

Lavender and vanilla hit me before daylight sets in, leaving me to bathe in the comfort that it brings on. The sweet scent of familiarity leaves me in a sleepy fog as I lay enveloped in the cotton sheets and a mess of brown hair tucked below my chin. There are few better ways to wake up in the morning, especially after a long night.

As if Gen can sense I am stirring, I feel her back into me so slightly I know she will call it an accident, but enough to bring me to attention as her ass pushes against my already hard length. She continues to adjust herself every thirty or so seconds, grinding back into me with a little more pressure each time.

“Gen—” I groan.

She doesn’t respond verbally, but I feel her tense in my arms. I tighten my arms around her, pulling her snugly against me, leaving little room for her to continue to play.

“Good morning,” she whispers, her eyes still closed. I can hear the smirk plastered across her lips.

The sun is fully awake, barely poking through the blinds as it sits high in the sky. I haven’t slept in this late the entire time we’ve been in France. Despite it feeling wasteful of the time we have here, I can’t convince myself that staying in bed late with Gen will ever be a waste of anything.

Pressing my lips to her neck, I feel her shiver at the contact, egging me on. I pepper kisses up the side of her neck, nibbling at her earlobe. We lay in bed lazily for a while, her pretending to still be sleeping and me kissing every expanse of skin I can reach from where I am. It’s as if I am a starved man who has finally been offered a meal. I’m insatiable.

Gen finally abandons her false pretenses of sleep as she turns her head, allowing me just enough range of motion to claim her mouth with my own. Last night was filled with urgency, wanton, determination to get our needs filled, but today I’d be content laying here for hours just kissing her. She nips my bottom lip, eliciting a groan from my throat. I take this as an invitation, devouring her with far more urgency.

Startling her, I flip her onto her back, allowing myself more range of motion to touch her. I will never grow tired of her body. Every time I touch her, I feel like the luckiest man in existence. A moan escapes her lips when I roll one of her rose-pink buds between my lips, biting down just enough to watch her squirm. Worship is the only word to describe my adoration for her body, taking my sweet time kissing, biting, licking every expanse of skin I see.

Exploring, I pepper kisses down Gen’s torso, swirling my tongue around her navel. Lower…lower…I rake my tongue lazily over her pussy.

“Jackson,” she moans, eliciting a smirk from me. I will never grow tired of hearing my name on her lips.

“Yes?”

“Come here.”

I comply in an instant, shifting to lie on my side to face her. The flush that paints her skin makes me smile. It reminds me that she is just as affected as I am.

“What’s up?”

Without hesitation, she pushes me onto my back, straddling my waist.

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