One More Day (16 page)

“Christ
.” He shuddered as she bit him gently. “Yes. Whatever you want, I say yes.”
 

“One night. You said you aren’t ready to love and that’s okay. Let’s just get it out of our systems, and tomorrow it’ll be like it never happened. Like a dream.”

If she walked away from Jackson without indulging, what if she never met anyone else she had this connection with? What if she never understood what her girlfriends in college had whispered about, the kind of lust that made you forget your own name and do things that embarrassed you the next morning?
 

For once she would take her sister’s advice and worry about the consequences later.

“If you don’t agree, just tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop.”

“That would be impossible,” he mumbled.

Trailing her fingers around his neck, she stroked the sensitive skin behind his ears. His eyes slid closed against the sensual pressure she was exerting. She shifted her attention to the bunched muscles in his neck and giggled softly at his moans when she stopped touching him.
 

Once his eyes opened again, she reached up and pulled the band from her hair. She gently combed the thick strands around her face before pushing Jackson to lie on his back.
 

“I was trying to be the good guy here.”
 

“Don’t be,” she whispered. She licked her lips slowly and Jackson cursed softly. “So, we’re in agreement?”
 

“Hell yeah. I’ve got a lot to work out of my system where you’re concerned.” His hands came up and found her breasts through the tee shirt she’d borrowed. “
Damn
, girl. My shirt never looked this good on me.”

“It’ll look even better once I take it off.” She yanked it over her head and let it drift to the floor next to the bed.

The thin cotton panties she wore couldn’t conceal the wet heat between her legs as she leaned over him, tendrils of her hair trailing over his chest and stomach.

Despite her protests he flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his before she could move. He grabbed her hands and held them over her head. Ridley tried to free herself, but found she had no strength to struggle. The force of his arms holding her down was strangely thrilling and she savored the feeling of his thick body pressing her into the mattress.
 

Jackson would never hurt her and her trust in him made her feel safe despite her captivity.

Then he licked a path from her neck down to her shoulder. She squirmed beneath him as he gently laved a nipple before kissing each of her ribs. He licked into the dip of her belly button and then glanced up at her before moving lower.
 

“If you only knew the things I want to do to you,” he breathed against her thigh.
 

Is he? Oh, yes he is
, she thought breathlessly, right before he bit her lower belly.
 

She cried out when he licked her through the soft silk at her core, the heat of his tongue penetrating through the fabric.
 

“Open for me, baby girl. That’s it.” He growled his approval when her legs fell open and moved forward, his whole body crowding into the space between them. He kissed her like he was kissing her mouth, like he couldn’t get enough. He held her thighs open, not letting her close them.
 

“Jackson.” She shuddered beneath him as he tongued the material until it clung to her skin. He looked up at her, his eyes even darker, glazed over with lust.
 

Then he hooked a finger in her panties and edged them to the side. He held her gaze as he leaned back down, his mouth meeting her skin to skin for the first time.

“Oh my god.” She grabbed the sheets, twisting them until her fingers felt like they’d break. Perspiration broke out over her skin as he did something with his teeth that sent her flying. Colors exploded behind her eyelids as she came under his mouth, her flesh contracting against his lips.
 

She clamped a hand over her mouth as sensations raced over every inch of her skin. He kept at it, licking deeper until she felt herself climbing again.
 

“Jackson, please!”
 

Her cries seemed to incite him, drive him harder as he pulled her between his lips over and over. She pushed backward with her hands, instinctively trying to escape from the overwhelming sensations but he wouldn’t let her. Her breaths came faster and faster as he gripped her thighs and forced her to take it. Forced her to take the pleasure until she came for him again.
 

Tears slid down her cheeks as she shivered under him. The wave of pleasure finally crested and she was left panting in its wake. Once she was aware of herself again, she looked down to see him watching her. She turned her face against her arm, suddenly embarrassed.
 

“Don’t get shy on me now,” he teased. He gently pried the tangled sheet from her fists and then yanked it from the bed.

She let out a startled laugh. “Sorry about that. I didn’t rip it, did I?”

He gave her a slow, sexy smile.
 

“Not yet.”

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JACKSON COULD BARELY hear his own thoughts over the sound of his blood rushing. Ridley lay sprawled on the bed, her lush naked breasts taunting him as he tried to remember what he needed to do. He’d just had the thought but lost it every time he looked at her.
 

“I have to cover you up. I can’t think when you look like that.”

He put her shirt back on before he wrapped her in the sheet. As crazy as she made him, he knew he needed to take her back to his bed. They were too close to his sons’ room and he didn’t have any protection with him.
 

He picked her up and cradled her against his chest. He paused at the door to the guest room and listened before he stepped out into the hall. It was quiet, so he carried her down the hall to his room. After he settled her on his bed, he walked back to the door and locked it.
 

When he turned around and looked at her, she bit her lip and pulled the sheet up higher.
 

“Oh, you won’t be needing that again for a few hours.”

“Hours?” she squeaked.
 

He grinned and pulled open the top drawer of his dresser. There was an entire box of condoms in the corner.
 

Shit, how long have these been in here
?
 

He flipped it over to check the expiration date and almost cheered. He pulled out a strip of six and carried it to the night table next to the bed. Ridley watched him with wide eyes.
 

“Don’t worry; I’ve got more if we need them.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I see. Someone’s pretty confident.” Her eyes held a hint of a challenge as she kneeled on the bed in front of him.

“Shouldn’t I be? Or perhaps I haven’t convinced you I’m worth your time yet?”

He climbed on the bed next to her and buried his face in her neck. The skin there was so delicate and soft and she smelled so damn good. His soft bites drew a strangled cry from her throat.
 

“I can’t wait to be inside you.” He put both hands under her shoulders and pulled her against him for a deep, punishing kiss, his hips rocking his erection against her core. “If I only get one night, I have to know what it feels like. Just the thought of you squeezing me so hard while you’re screaming my name—”
 

“Jackson.” She moaned beneath him, her hands tightening on his shoulders so hard that her nails bit into his skin.

“
Damn
, hold on baby.”

It took a little maneuvering to remove his sweatpants without being separated from her soft body for too long. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled a packet off the strip. He ripped the package open and was just about to roll it on when she propped herself up on one elbow and placed a hand on his arm to stop him.

“Wait, I just want…” Her voice trailed off as she pushed him onto his back “…to taste you, too.”

He stopped breathing at the first touch of her moist lips against his shaft.
 

“Oh, shit.” His fingers fisted in her long locks when she suddenly took the tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the head. Her long lashes settled against her cheeks as she lapped at him, her little pink tongue curling around the base before she worked her way back up. When she finally pulled back to trace the tip of her finger around the tip, her full lips looked slightly swollen.

Just the sight made him feel like a caveman.
 

He was a patient man but there was only so much he could take and, if she didn’t stop teasing him, it would be over before it began. He wanted their first time together to be amazing. And this time there would be no interruptions.

He pushed her back on the bed, unable to think of anything other than getting inside her. He rolled the protection down over his shaft and lay in the cradle of her thighs. She sighed as their naked flesh met and clung.

“You feel so good,” she whispered. She wrapped her long legs around his waist.
 

He rocked his hips, sliding inside her in one thick thrust.

 
He threw his head back, the tight grip of her body almost too much. He pulled out and then thrust again, grinding himself into the soft heat between her legs. She sighed and arched up against him. The movement pushed her breasts against his chest.

He sucked in his breath at the sight of her perfect, toffee-colored breasts. Her dusky nipples looked like Hershey’s Kisses against the caramel of her skin.

“So pretty and perfect. And so responsive.” Her unique aroma wrapped around him as he pressed his face between her breasts. He wanted to roll himself in the sweet scent until it clung to his skin.

He teased the tip of one nipple with his finger before he took it into his mouth and sucked it deep. She cried out as he rolled it between his lips, drawing the tip between his teeth lightly. He played with it as he moved inside her, his thrusts coming faster and harder until they ended up diagonal on the mattress with her head hanging over the edge.

“Oh, you’re going to make me come again,” she panted, her words almost incoherent as he rode her with long, thick thrusts that had her full breasts bouncing against his mouth.
 

Moisture flooded her core and he groaned. She was so wet, so hot.
 

“Come for me.” He turned his face and muttered the words against her open mouth. He had to see her face when she came. He
needed
it. “Come for me again. Let me see how much you want it.”

Then her back bowed and her inner muscles clamped down around him. Her eyes flew open and he saw it, the moment she lost control of herself.
 

“Oh god, I can’t,” she wailed, before her hands tightened in his hair.
 

They both cried out at the exquisite sensation as he pistoned back and forth through her rapidly clenching muscles. As her inner walls trembled around him, he couldn’t hold back any more and just let go.
 

Moments later, as he lay panting in the cradle of her arms, he looked at her in amazement. He’d expected it to be good. He’d even expected it to be better than anything he’d ever felt before.
 

What he hadn’t expected was not wanting it to ever end.
 

WHIRRRRRRRR.

Ridley flopped over in bed, pulling the pillow over her head. She was so cozy and warm. She could just stay in this bed forever, especially since she’d just been dreaming about the best sex of her life.

A second later, her eyes popped open as the events of the prior night rushed back. The heated talk in the hall. Going to bed alone. Waking up from her nightmare in Jackson’s arms. She turned and looked at the space next to her.
 

Empty.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

The man had done things to her body that she’d only read about in books. He’d touched her in places and licked her in places that she couldn’t even think about without blushing.
 

She dropped her head back down on the pillow as heat rushed from her head to her toes.
 

If she’d wanted to know what all her girlfriends had whispered about in college, what had made them do the crazy things they did for their boyfriends, she’d definitely gotten her wish. A man who could make you feel like that at night could get away with pretty much anything in the daylight.

What had she been thinking? Had she really believed that they could have sex and then pretend like it hadn’t happened?
 

WHIRRRRRRRR.

Ridley pushed the pillow off her head violently and it fell over the side of the bed. “Ugh. What is that noise?”
 

The morning sunlight coming through the sheer, white curtains in her room was almost blinding. She blinked against the light and groped the night table until her hand hit her cell phone. She lifted her head just enough to see the time.
 

“It’s only 7:30. Who’s making this much noise at 7:30?” Her head dropped down to the bare mattress and she took a deep breath.
 

WHIRRRRRRRR.

“That’s it.” She sat up and pushed the heavy comforter and silky-soft sheets back. It almost pained her to do it. Jackson had carried her back to her room in the middle of the night and she’d been in the most restful sleep ever since then.
 

Before being awakened, at the unseemly hour of 7:30 am, that is.