Forever (26 page)

That made her smile and laugh. “So she’s convincing, kinky, and bossy.”

He laughed as well. “In a nutshell, yes. But she’s also incredibly kind, fierce when it comes to protecting her people and her family, and plays a mean game of chess.”

“You make her sound so human,” s to make me feel … have betterhe said with a sigh. “But the truth is, she just isn’t. And I don’t know if I can be all the things that she is. A queen? A Bodywalker? Your … your …”

“Wife,” he said in a soft word. “We’ve been married over two dozen times, by everything from a priest to an island native that stomped and danced for the gods to take notice before playing a tune on a nose flute.”

“Oh stop, now you’re joking,” she cried with a laugh, pushing at his chest in reprimand.

“I am not joking,” he said almost seriously. “It’s the truth. All of it.”

She stopped smiling and turned pensive. “So, you’re telling me that if I become Hatshepsut’s host, then you’ll want to marry me.”

“As long as we all think it’s agreeable, then yes.”

“But you didn’t seem like the marrying type,” she hedged, her fingers smoothing her skirt down again even though it hadn’t budged from the initial time. He was beginning to realize that her need to keep a perfect image at all times was like a protective armor for her. She was probably feeling very vulnerable right then, talking about difficult things without her armor on. It could very well be the reason why he’d never seen a single sign of a dating life from her in the two years she’d been on the force.

“I’m with Menes on this one,” he told her quietly. “I’m waiting for the right woman. No one else will do.”

“If I say no, then someone else will have to do,” she said a bit sharply. “I don’t see Menes giving up after the first try fails. You either for that matter. You’re as tenacious as that dog of yours.”

“Well, at least you’re forewarned.”

“About what?”

“My tenaciousness. I’m not the sort to give up easily, Marissa. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you say yes to me.”

Her expression was one of pure consternation. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that if you push too hard it makes people shove back?”

“I’m sure they did somewhere along the line. I think I disregarded it.”

“Oh!” she exclaimed this time shoving at him harder.

Marissa wanted to be mad at him. She wanted to push back, push away and run. It was just too overwhelming. All of it. Everything he wanted from her was just asking so much. He probably wouldn’t even be asking if he really knew who she was. She wasn’t queen material. She just … wasn’t.

“You’re incorrigible,” she said to him, unable to make it sound at all serious. She liked it when he teased her, although god only knew why. Just like she liked it when he acted like her hair was his favorite place for his fingers to be. And she damn well liked it when he threw her on the bed and took her like a man out of control with lust for her.

Oh yes, she liked that very much. Just like she was liking the way his fingers were drifting over her chest, tracing curling, lazy patterns over and between her breasts.

She had always thought that having sex that hastily was more about the man’s pleasure and had very little to do with her own. Women ” she stammered have betterneeded more time, or so the textbooks said. But she had to admit she’d never felt anything so exciting in her life. There was something about knowing he was out of control and that it was because of her, and not because of his own selfish needs, that made it so incredibly hot. She’d had no doubt about it at that moment. And even now. And that was why, she supposed, he had refused to budge unless she was the aggressor. It had been very clever of him. No … no wait. Clever implied that she felt it had been manipulative. She didn’t feel that way at all. She felt like he was beginning to understand her and the way she was. Of course, it was a far cry from them getting married … but still …

His fingertips skied up the slope of her breast and over her nipple just then and the sensation was electric. She could feel herself instantly going taut all over, including the nipple. She saw him smile and there was sudden hunger in those peacock eyes of his. He leaned his head forward, dipping down so he could touch his tongue to her and then quite boldly took her nipple into his mouth, the soft sucking sensation followed up with the scrape of his teeth as he let the turgid tip go once more.

“Jackson,” she breathed softly, meeting his gaze and trying for all she was worth to say things without saying a word. She wanted him … no, needed him in her life. It had been quite some time since she’d let a man this close to her. Even then there was, to her, a proper sort of etiquette that she followed, which did not include making it to the bed only halfway clothed, not even taking the time to kick off her shoes. She did so now, toeing them off so they landed on the wood floor with two little clunking sounds.

“Getting ready for bed?” he asked her as he rose up and pulled her underneath himself; his big body covering her so completely that she actually felt small. What a peculiar thing, she thought. She was almost the same height as he was, and even without heels she was very tall for a woman. She found she liked the perception, although she would have thought it would have bothered her. She didn’t like to feel overshadowed. She didn’t like to feel out of control.

But she had already been out of control. She had let this happen in spite of her better judgment. She didn’t know what to think about that and, thanks to his mouth returning to her breast she didn’t think clarity would be coming anytime soon.

“I’m already in bed,” she said, hearing the breathless quality of her voice, knowing it was because she was
already eager for more, the stupid skirt she wore the only reason why she didn’t raise her knees on either side of his hips and immediately cradle him between her thighs.

“Here, let me help you.” He moved back, kneeling and levering himself up far enough to turn her over, exposing the zipper to her skirt. “God,” he muttered, “you’re poured into this thing.” Then she felt his hand on her backside, slowly running down the length of her skirt, shaping her into his palm and clearly enjoying himself. He moved to the hem, then slipped his hand beneath it, instead of going for her zipper like she had thought he would. His hand crept up between her thighs, his fingers seeking and finding.

She gasped in a short breath, her face flushing with heat.

“Oh, I like this,” he said breathily into her ear. “You’re wet with me.” He drew his fingers along the slickness of her flesh, his hand moving between her tightly compressed thighs and his fingers suddenly sliding into her to make me feel … have better. She tried so hard to catch her breath, to stop reacting like she’d never done this before. But she couldn’t seem to help herself. There was something so illicit in their situation, with her being in serious breach of her ethics and him pushing her past her own tightly drawn lines at every single turn.

Then he was just as suddenly gone, moving away from her. She turned to see where he’d gone, but he went only as far as standing at her feet, putting his hands on her thighs and pulling her back up onto her knees, her hands scrambling to press into the bed for balance. Then he was pushing her skirt up over her thighs and backside, exposing her to the cool air of the room and making her realize just how hot her body was. He pulled her all the way back to the edge of the mattress, until her rear was pressed against his hips and
the stellar erection he’d come up with. More than a little impressed with his recovery time, she turned her shoulders to look back at him, but a hand on the back of her head gently prevented her from doing so.

“I-I just think you should know … I don’t, umm, respond well to this position.” She was blushing again, wanting to hide her face against the mattress but unable to reconcile herself with the wanton position of having her ass in the air and pointed in his direction.

“I think you should know that I don’t believe that for a second. It’s not the position, hummingbird. It’s the vulnerability you don’t respond well to. But I’m going to teach you that being vulnerable can be a very good thing.”

With that pronouncement, his hand slid between her legs once more, his fingers raking boldly through damp nether curls, on over a hypervigilant clit, pausing just long enough to acknowledge he knew exactly where it was and circling it as if with a promise to return later. He narrowed his stroke to two fingers, passing over the tender nerves at the entrance to her body and continuing to sweep back and up along the seam of her backside until he touched the tip of her tailbone.

Again, so deliciously naughty, so much hinting at the forbidden, and she realized she was eating up every sensation and every moment, eager to see what he was going to do next. What he did was trace right back the way he had come and those two fingers slid true and deep inside of her. She sucked in a breath and he chuckled softly.

“No, you don’t respond well at all,” he said, teasing her with his touch as well as his words.

“Shh!” she shot back at him. “I’m trying to concentrate here.”

“Then I’m doing something wrong,” he said with a
laugh, his free hand giving her exposed backside a little spank.

But when she would have protested once again that he was barking up the wrong tree with that, he curled those fingers inside her, massaging her deeply and stealing any ability to speak from her.

“Yeah, you know what, I think I need a more practical application of technique to test this out,” he said, the words muttered, almost distracted. He withdrew from inside her, but before she could even miss him he was back up against her. She could feel the brace of his powerful thighs against the backs of hers, and looking over her shoulder just as he set himself to thrust into her she got the image of fierce virility and commanding male. His hands were suntanned to a light bronze and she saw them gripping the paleness of her hips. She cried out, unable to help the response, the sensation of him filling her like nothing she remembered from her previou expression on his face their ihlys and awkward attempts at the position they were in. But how? What was different? It shouldn’t be …

“I can hear those wheels turning from here,” he said with amusement. “Maybe this never worked for you before because you kept on thinking too much.”

“Isn’t it your job to keep me from doing that?” she asked, finding herself panting for breath as a wave of indescribable pleasure washed through her. Then, as if he weren’t at all satisfied with her retort, clever though it might have been, he reached between them and found her clit, beginning to circle it slowly with every equally slow thrust inside of her.

“Oh my g—” She gasped, cutting herself off when he suddenly hilted hard into her, the smack of flesh on flesh filling the dark room, only the spill of light from the outer suite allowing her to see him. According to Max though, he would have perfect vision in the dark. Which
made sense, considering they were a night breed or night something-or-other. She wasn’t in her right mind enough to remember what it was called. She moaned long and loud when he picked up his pace, leaving off from touching her in order to grip both of her hips in his hands. For the first time she got the hint that he wasn’t as in charge of everything as she had thought. He was starting to draw hard for breath, though not at all from exertion, she knew. She’d seen the man run laps with his dog keeping stride, seen him race around a training field in the hot sun with full body armor and hardly break a sweat. But the moisture between his palms and her skin spoke volumes, the thrill of knowing she excited him that much making her whole body sing.

She started to climax with alarming and unexpected speed. She curled her hands into fists, clutching at the bedding and squeezing her eyes shut tight.

And he smacked her backside once more, startling her.

“Stop thinking,” he commanded her. “And quit resisting. There’s nothing wrong with losing control, Marissa. Nothing at all. Christ … just let go. Because if you don’t relax this tension in your body I’m going to come before I want to. Jesus, Mari, you feel so good it’s killing me.”

And somehow, for some reason, it was all she needed to hear. The empowerment that came with that statement was utterly unreal, and suddenly it no longer mattered whether or not she was in control … of the situation or of herself. She shouted out, realized it was his name on her lips, and he doubled his speed into her, a frenetic, frantic pace that told her he was losing control himself. He reached forward, his hand diving into her hair, twisting it up into his fist, though not enough to hurt. Just enough to make her lose all control, her
body exploding in heat and spasms of the utmost in pleasure. She couldn’t seem to keep quiet any longer, her whole existence tightening up and her body seizing him as if it knew he was close and didn’t want things to end. But it was greed, pure and simple, because her pleasure was beyond anything she’d known before. And as he came with a shout that bordered on a roar, as he seemed to freeze in place in order to spill himself inside of her, she realized oh hell yeah, she really liked this position.

“Okay, that’s three. Wanna go for four?” Jackson asked her breathlessly, making them both laugh. She’d finally made it out of her skirt. Not that it even mattered to her anymore. She was wantonly sprawled over his body and well into losing all sense of conservatism … and not regretting it in the least. Not expression on his face their ihly just then anyway. She thought they both knew it was very possible that she would start second-guessing herself in the … well, it wouldn’t be the light of day because she was pretty sure darkness had long since come calling. But then again, maybe she would surprise herself and decide that living in the moment without worrying about consequences or having total control over all of her actions was something she could really get used to.

“Maybe we might make it to good old-fashioned missionary this time,” she speculated. They both waited a beat and looked at each other. “Nah,” they said in unison. She giggled, in spite of her not ever having thought she was the giggling type. But she was discovering things about herself in leaps and bounds. It was amazing what could happen in such a short amount of time.