Page 66 of Finding Us Again

“Answer me,” he said.

The cute joggers I put on to travel were too thick for me to feel much, but it was enough to tease.

“Yes. Red, yellow, green.” I gasped when he plucked the other nipple, too.

I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. My hands still gripped his forearms. The muscles under my palms jumped and twitched as he worked me over.

He overwhelmed me in the best possible way. I gasped and moaned as I writhed against him. Jackson moved his hand from my breast down my body, yanking the strings loose on my pants before slipping inside.

When his fingers touched me, I felt ready to float away. When he moved his other hand back to my breasts, he slipped it under my sweater, shoving my bra up my body. His callused fingers rubbing my most sensitive spots flung me into the atmosphere.

I lost it. My body spasmed uncontrollably, twitching and shaking as Jackson laid me out on the bed. He stood between my knees, which were hanging over the edge of the bed. My gaze traveled down his chest to his hand, cupping his dick.

Jackson asked, “Has the doctor cleared you?”

“Hmmm…”

“Katie, has Liam cleared you?”

I shook my head. “He didn’t mention it. It’s fine, though. I had the ultrasound.”

Jackson’s chin dropped, “You’re cute. That was a medical procedure. I’m doubting they ravaged you the way I want to.”

“But…” I whined.

“There’s more than one way to skin this particular cat, sugar.”

Jackson slid down my body, pulling my clothes off as he went. “Remember your safe words,” he reminded me. Just as his mouth closed over my clit, he said, “And do not look away. If you close your eyes, I stop.”

He feasted on my core.

Licked.

Sucked.

Bit.

He had me gasping and shaking. My breath hitched in my throat as my back bowed off the bed. My eyes rolled back in my head.

“Remember the rules, darlin’. Eyes on me.”

I glanced down my body at him. His face and beard were wet and glistening as he smirked at me. He licked me as soon as our gazes met.

“There’s those beautiful, brown eyes,” he whispered, sucking my clit back into his mouth.

Jackson put me back on a knife’s edge while I was still throbbing from the first orgasm, and I’d been riding it since. When he sucked rhythmically on my clit, I fell off the edge again—screaming as another orgasm washed through me.

As I tried to catch my breath, Jackson popped the buttons on his jeans. The sight and sound of each metal disk bursting through the holes in the denim captivated me.

Until he wrapped his big hand around his dick. Then all I saw was his hand running up and down his cock. He gave it a few tugs as he knee-walked between my thighs.

“I won’t take you. Not yet. Not until I know it’s safe, but I am gonna get off while staring at my own personal heaven on earth,” Jackson said.

Wedging himself between my thighs, he rubbed the head of his penis through the mess he’d made of me. I’d finally stopped pulsing, and when his head ran through the wetness between my thighs, my stomach clenched and pulsed with need.

“Jackson…” I shuddered as I watched him use my release to slick himself up.

His hand was not gentle as he stroked himself. He was a vision I couldn’t look away from. His abs rolled as he thrust into his hand. His head fell back. The long column of his neck was strong and sexy. His forearms corded with muscle, rippling as he brought himself to pleasure.

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