Must Be Crazy: (Melissa and Jackson) (A Jetty Beach Romance Book 2) (9 page)

Fuck, I keep getting distracted by his cock. But holy shit, it’s distracting.

“Yeah, sorry,” I say.

“You’re okay, right?” she asks. “You want to be there with him?”

“Yes,” I say. I was freaked out last night, but today I’m sure. I do want to be here, and only with him. “Yes, I’m good. This is … fuck, Nicole, it’s amazing.”

“Okay, so how was last night, then?” she asks.

“Nothing actually happened last night.”

“Seriously? You spent the night in a mansion on the beach with Jackson Bennett, and you guys, what, went to sleep? Did you sleep in the same room?”

“Yeah, we slept in the same bed, but he never touched me. I mean, he touched me all day yesterday, but nowhere naughty. Last night, though, I was so overwhelmed when we got here. So he wrapped me up in a blanket and made me tea.”

“He made you
tea
?” she asks.

“Yeah. And we watched Netflix.”

“Wow.”

“Right? I know, this is insane.”

“You know what you need to do, Melissa,” she says. I can tell by her tone she’s going to tell me whether or not I want to hear it. “Go with it. You said you wanted a little crazy in your life. So get crazy. Take advantage. When will you ever have a chance like this again? Go wild. Have fun. Just be safe, okay?”

“I will. Promise.”

“Good,” she says. “I want you to show Jackson how to have the hottest fucking sex of his life. Blow his mind.”

I glance into the bathroom. Jackson is drying off in front of the mirror, running a towel over all that delicious muscle.

I laugh to hide the surge of lust that pours through me. “Okay, Nicole. I’ll text you later.”

I hang up the phone and put it on a table, then set my sights on Jackson.

“Hi.”

I stop drying my hair and let the towel hang in front of me, just enough. I haven’t put on any clothes yet—but I also didn’t close the door. On purpose. I want to see what Melissa will do. If she’s still skittish, we can go for a walk on the beach and come back for breakfast.

I woke up with the scent of her in my nose and I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone—or anything—in my life. But I’m not going to push. I’ll let her come to me. I know it won’t take long.

And come to me, she has.

She stands in the doorway, that hot little dress hugging her curves. Her nipples press against the fabric. Fuck, she’s stunning. The lines of her shoulders and arms are strong, showing just enough definition to make her look kind of badass, but still feminine. Her wet hair hanging down is sexy as hell. I wonder if she’ll let me pull it a little. Not too hard—I’m not into pain. But sometimes the line between pleasure and pain is thin. I’m good at pushing to the edge.

“Hey,” I say.

“Feel better after your shower?” she asks. She leans against the door frame and licks her lips.

“Much.”

I wrap the towel around my waist. I’m hard as a fucking rock, but I’ve held out this long. She hesitates, her eyes traveling up and down my body. This delayed gratification thing is way hotter than I thought it could be. I stare at her. Where should I begin? What will she like? How can I make her scream my name? The possibilities are endless.

Keeping one hand on the towel, I take a few steps toward her. She closes the distance, her face tilted up to mine. I haven’t even kissed her yet. What happened to me? I slept all night next to a woman I want so badly I can taste it—and I haven’t touched her. Yesterday I played with her hands and feet, teasing us both, but I haven’t felt the softness of her lips.

“Thank you,” she says, her voice almost a whisper.

I inch closer, brushing my nose against hers. “For what?”

“For bringing me here.”

It’s time. I smile and lean in, claiming her mouth with mine. Her lips part for my tongue and I push it in, unleashing some of the passion I’ve been holding inside. I slide my hand beneath her dress and grab her ass, pulling her against me. She moans. God, I love her noises. She wraps her arms around me, one hand on my neck, the other on my back just above the towel. Her breasts press against my chest.

I let the towel drop and leave her mouth, kissing down the side of her jaw, onto her neck. Her head tilts, her hair cascading down her back. I run my tongue up to her ear and nip her earlobe with my teeth.

Her hands find my cock and I groan as she grips it and squeezes. One hand runs down the shaft and the other plays with the tip. Her touch drives me crazy. With one hand still gripping her ass, I run the other up her body and cup her breast. I can’t get enough of her.

She brings her hands to my chest and pushes—hard. I step away, suddenly confused, but she brushes the sides of my ribcage with her fingertips, as if to coax me closer.

Her hands trail down my abs and, licking her lips, she slowly lowers herself to her knees.

Oh, fuck yes.

Her mouth clamps down on my cock with a rush of heat and sensation. I lean my head back and close my eyes. She plunges down, then slides back up, her tongue licking the shaft, then circling the tip when she gets to the top. She takes it again, pulling in more of me than I thought she could take.

“Oh my god, Melissa, that feels amazing.”

One hand runs around to my ass and she teases my balls with the other. Holy shit, this woman. She pulls up and sucks on the tip, then plunges down again. I fist my hand in her wet hair, guiding her. I enjoy the fuck out of every second, every movement, every little flick of her tongue. She’s fearless, and it drives me crazy.

I feel her pull away and I let go of her hair. She puts her hands on my thighs and runs them up my hips, moving her mouth up my body. She kisses her way up my abs. My breath comes fast and my legs practically shake. I slide my arms around her as she stands, keeping her body close to mine.

Her mouth reaches my neck. I pull back and kiss her. My hands dig into her ass and I grind my cock against her body. She lifts onto her tiptoes, pressing herself into me, her arms tight around my neck.

I release the kiss and hoist her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and I hold her, nothing but a slip of thong between my cock and her very hot pussy.

“Your turn,” I say.

I carry her into the bedroom and lay her down on the bed. She starts to lift her dress but I lean down and grab her wrist.

“Wait,” I say. “You have to wait until I tell you.”

She smiles—a wicked, wicked smile—and stops.

I stand above her, my cock still slick from her mouth, absolutely aching to be inside her. Melissa holds herself up on her elbows and tips her legs apart, the hem of her dress sliding up her thighs.

“You have to be a good girl and do what I say,” I say. “Can you do that?”

“No,” she says, her lips pursing on the
o
. “I’m not a good girl.”

I kneel on the bed and put my hands on her knees, pushing her legs back together. “No, Melissa. You have to do as you’re told.”

“Okay, captain,” she says. “Tell me what to do.”

Fuck, yes.

I slide my hands beneath her ass and tuck my fingers under her panties. She lifts her hips so I can pull them off. I toss them to the side and run my hands up the outsides of her thighs.

“Lie down.”

She immediately obeys, that naughty twinkle still in her eye.

“Open your legs.”

Her legs drop open. She’s perfectly waxed, which is great news for me. I want my mouth all over that beautiful pussy. I run my hands down the insides of her thighs and she tilts her hips up.

“No, you have to wait.”

I gently brush my fingers up her wet folds and she whimpers. Without warning, I slide two fingers inside her, pressing the heel of my hand into her clit. Her back arches and she moans again. I move my fingers in and out a few times, rubbing her clit in a rhythmic motion. Her hips rock up and down.

“Fuck, Jackson. How are you doing that?”

“You like that?”

“Oh my god, yes.”

I pull my hand out and grip her thighs.

“No, don’t stop,” she says.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, remember?”

Her head falls back against the bed.

I push her legs apart again and dive in. I run my tongue up one side, then the other. She tastes so sweet. I want it all. I press the flat of my tongue into her, rubbing up and down. She moves her hips and I keep going, grinding my tongue against her clit. Her legs open wider and I grab her ass. It’s tight, her skin so smooth. I suck on her clit and she cries out.

Oh, yeah, that’s what I want.

Her hands grip the sheets. I push my fingers in again, and don’t let up with my tongue. She moans with every thrust. I love how loud she is.

I speed up and so does she. I can feel the heat of her climax building. I push her closer, my tongue relentless. She arches her back, rocking her hips into me.

“Oh fuck, Jackson!”

I stop, pulling away suddenly. Melissa takes heaving breaths and picks up her head to look at me. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips full.

“What? Why?” she asks between breaths.

“You don’t have my permission to come yet.”

“Oh my god.”

“Turn over,” I say.

She takes two more breaths, then rolls over. “Jackson, we need protection. I’m not using anything.”

“Up on your knees,” I say. “I’ll take care of it.”

She lifts herself up to her knees and turns her head to look back at me. It’s sexy as fuck. I reach for the nightstand where I slipped a packet of condoms. I’m certainly not unprepared. I pull one out of the package and slide it on.

“I hope you’re ready for this,” I say.

“You better fuck me hard, captain.”

I’m supposed to be giving the orders, but in this case, I’m happy to comply.

I thrust my cock inside her, feeling her hot folds wrap around me. I groan; it feels so fucking good. I grab her hips and rock her back and forth, digging my cock into her pussy. I hit her hard with each thrust, and she calls out. I don’t want to hurt her, but she takes it so deep, I give her what she wants. My orgasm builds too fast. I’ve wanted her for so long, stretching it out, letting the tension mount. And she’s better than I imagined.

I stop, my cock plunged deep inside her, and hold her tight against me.

“Don’t stop now,” she says, breathless.

“Baby, you’re too good. I’m going to come too fast.” My cock throbs, but I want to make this last.

I pull out and grab her hips, turning her on her back.

“Dress off,” I say.

I help her pull her dress over her head. I pause for a moment, taking her all in.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Her eyes are dazed, unfocused. “Jackson.”

I love hearing her say my name. “Say it again.”

“Jackson.”

She opens her legs for me and I lower myself on top of her. Her skin against mine feels unbelievable. I kiss her as I push my cock in again. My mouth lingers on hers, our tongues dancing, slow and luxurious. I move in and out, grinding up against her, listening to her soft moans each time.

I lift myself up and cup her breast. She moves with my thrusts, but I keep it gentle. Leaning down, I run my tongue around her hard nipple. She shudders and groans again. I flick it with my tongue, then take it in my mouth and suck. My other hand grabs her hip, moving her up and down my cock.

“Fuck, Jackson, don’t stop.”

I switch sides, tasting her other nipple. Her skin is soft and clean, her nipple a sweet little nub against my tongue. She moves her hips faster, urging me on.

“Melissa, you’re incredible.”

I can’t hold back any longer. Nothing else exists. I thrust into her pussy, in and out, feeling her heat build. She calls out my name, over and over, each time making my blood burn. Her legs wrap around my waist and I push in deeper, fucking her hard.

“Yes, Jackson, fuck yes.”

Her pussy clenches around me and it’s too much. Spasms of pleasure overtake me. My cock pulses, each wave stronger than the last. Melissa’s fingers dig into my skin and her back arches.

I feel the last of her climax as mine ends. I slump over her, breathing hard. My vision is blurry. I pick my head up and find her mouth, kissing her gently.

I pull out and roll off her, then deal with the condom. I’m still trying to catch my breath. She stays sprawled on her back, her arms above her head.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” I say.

Melissa laughs and rolls toward me. I wrap my arm around her, drawing her in close. I’m spent, but I’m not ready to let her go.

She rests her head on my shoulder and drapes one leg over mine. I kiss her forehead. This woman. So strong. She knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it. She isn’t afraid to give me what I want either.

Any fear I might have had that I built her up too far in my imagination is gone. She blew me away. I let my eyes drift closed, my fingers lightly caressing her skin.

This week is just beginning…