SheLikesHimBad (3 page)

Uh-oh.

This was going from insane to depraved. Worst of all, she
wasn’t sure if she cared.

“Does Tink have a crate?” she asked, breathless.

“Excellent idea.” He scooped up the unsuspecting Tink in one
swoop and carried him to a room off the kitchen.

She had only a matter of seconds to try to talk some sense
into her wicked, sex-with-Jackson craving brain. He was all wrong for her,
wasn’t any more right now than he’d been years ago. Their life goals clashed.
Their personalities clashed. He was all rough, country alpha man to her liberal
city-girl. He probably didn’t even recycle, she told herself firmly.

But the instant he walked back into the kitchen, none of her
inner objections mattered. Because she wanted him. Badly. She wanted to get
naked and sweaty, to feel his cock deep inside her. And she wasn’t going to let
a little thing like common sense get in her way, damn it.

He was rugged, rough around the edges, sexier than anyone
had a right to be. He gave tall, dark and handsome a workout. Damn, he’d become
a gorgeous man. His face was all forbidding angles, cheekbones that could almost
slice you, the kind of five o’clock shadow that made her insides spontaneously
combust. He stalked across the space between them like a hungry lion. Which
meant she was his feast. She eyed his broad chest and large hands and thought
there wasn’t a thing in the world she’d rather be.

Jackson pulled her into his body and claimed her mouth
again. This time, there was a clearly sexual slant to his lips as he opened
over her, his tongue plunging inside. He tasted like man with a trace of French
Roast. She ran her hands up over his chest, loving every sculpted inch of his
pectoral muscles. Her wrists linked around his neck as she gave herself over to
his drugging kiss.

He nipped her lower lip, tugging with his teeth. His palms
cupped her breasts, thumbs working her nipples into tight buds. “Would it be
inappropriate for me to tell you I want to fuck you right now, Em?”

His words sent a delicious wave of heat straight to her
pussy. She was drenched, throbbing, instantly ready for his cock. Emma ran a
hand back down his chest to caress his rigid dick through his jeans.
Oh yes.
He was big and just as eager for her as she was for him.

She kissed the corner of his mouth. “It might be considered
rude,” she murmured, delighting in the wicked way he made her feel. She was
brazen and he was bad and she liked it. “If I didn’t want you to fuck me hard
and deep right now.”

The breath hissed in his lungs. “I want you so damn bad,” he
growled.

“Mmm.” She pulled her shirt over her head and threw it to
the floor. “I can help you with that.”

“You can?” His voice was deep with desire.

A knowing smile curved her lips. “Oh yes.” Feeling as if a
wild sex kitten had somehow inhabited her body, she reached behind her back and
undid her bra before tossing it to the floor. Warm sunshine hit her breasts.
Their rosy tips were hard and jutted upward, waiting to be sucked.

Jackson didn’t waste a moment in cupping her breasts and
lowering his warm, wet mouth to a sensitized nipple. He suckled and grazed it
gently with his teeth. Sweet bolts of pleasure shot through her. She hooked her
leg around his thigh and arched into him. The sight of his handsome face
against her breast, his sculpted lips closed over her nipple, almost made her
come. He released it and turned his attention to her other breast, delivering
the same torture.

“I want you to fuck me, Jackson,” she whispered, rubbing her
pussy against him. “Right here and right now. I can’t wait.”

He nipped her breast in a tantalizing love bite, then rose
to seal their lips in another series of hungry kisses. His tongue played with
hers. “I think I can arrange that.”

His hand went between her legs, teasing her pussy even
through the layers of clothing. She opened for him, thrusting. He undid the fly
of her jeans and slid his fingers past the elastic band of her thong, dipping
into the moist flesh. Her clit was plump and extremely responsive to the firm
strokes he gave it.

“Please,” she whimpered.

He rubbed down over her slick, swollen pussy lips and sank a
finger inside her. Emma moved against him, pulling him deeper. Another finger
joined the first. He was very deep and it was so good. She moaned, pumping into
him.

“Do you like this, Em?”

Naughty man. He wanted to make her say it. She met his gaze,
loving the fact his fingers were deep in her pussy. “Do you?” she countered.

“Hell yes,” he groaned. “You’re so tight and wet. I want to
slide my cock inside you.”

“Mmm. I want your cock inside me, Jackson.”

He slid his fingers from her, his expression turning
serious. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

She watched as he raised his fingers, glistening with her
juices, to his mouth and tasted them. He closed his eyes and looked like a man
in ecstasy. “So good. I’m going to fuck your pussy very hard. Is that okay?”

The matter-of-fact way he spoke of what he wanted to do to
her was making her even crazier for him. Another wave of lust slammed into her.
“Perfectly okay.”

She reached out and helped to remove his shirt. It sailed to
the tile floor and she was treated to the sight of his lean, muscled chest. Her
first thought was that she wanted to lick him. His stomach was taut perfection,
dusted with just enough dark hair to be mouthwatering. His chest was
magnificent.

But she didn’t have much time to admire it, because he bent
to remove her jeans. He tugged them down over her hips, taking her lacy pink
thong as he went. She stepped out and he surprised her by staying on his knees.
He dropped a kiss on her knee, then nudged her legs apart so he could kiss a
path up her inner thigh. As he pressed his face to her pussy, he met her gaze.
His tongue toyed with her clit, pumping it with light strokes that had her
gasping. Then he sucked it into his mouth and she almost lost her ability to
stand.

Her hand sank into his thick hair, her body opening to him.
She was practically his slave. He rubbed his scruff over her pussy lips, the
abrasion sinfully delightful. It was just enough to make the already sensitive
flesh even more heightened with awareness of his every lick and kiss. When his
tongue slid inside, she couldn’t repress the moan that escaped her. It was an
incredible feeling, the quick dart of his tongue in her pussy. His thumb found
her clit while he fucked her with his tongue, applying just enough pressure to
build the sensation to a crescendo. Emma watched his gorgeous face between her
legs as she came, pressing wildly into him. A cry tore from her throat as her
body shook with a release that was almost violent.

Jackson rose, his mouth glossy from his ministrations, and
kissed her. She tasted herself on his lips. It was incredibly hedonistic.
Uncontrollably arousing. She kissed him back with all the desire that had
erupted into a raging fire within her. When their mouths broke apart, she
helped him shuck his jeans. His cock was large and beautiful, hard and ready
for her. He turned her around, guiding her hands flat on the table top. She
heard him snap a condom on, then felt him at her back. He leaned into her,
bending her over the table.

His fingers found the wet opening of her pussy and in the
next breath, his cock slid into her. He let out a groan, his breath hot in her
ear as he pushed all the way in. She arched back into him, eager to take him as
deeply as possible.

“Fuck me,” she demanded.

It was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled his cock
almost entirely from her and then sank inside. A fast, hard rhythm began
between them. She met him thrust for thrust, arching back into him. He went
deeper, faster, harder. Suddenly, the table started skidding across the floor.
Neither of them allowed it to break their stride. His cock was hitting all the
right spots. In a few powerful thrusts, she was coming again, clenching on his
cock as an untamed orgasm rioted through her. She didn’t think she’d ever come
with so much force in her life.

Jackson moaned in her ear. “I love feeling you come,” he
whispered.

She loved his cock, but she was too overwhelmed to even
attempt English. She managed an answering moan, gathering her wits enough to
keep meeting his thrusts as wonderful aftershocks went through her. He
increased his pace, slamming into her with an abandon that soon had him
climaxing as well. He rocked against her, coming with as much force as she had,
and she wished she could feel the hot spurt of his cum inside her.

He stayed inside her for a few breaths, his heart beating
madly against her back. He grazed her ear with a kiss, then slipped from her
body. Emma’s legs felt as if they were about to give up on her. She leaned on
the table and attempted to collect herself. Reality gradually began returning.

She had just had amazing, stupid sex with her high school
sweetheart. And now she was stark ass naked in his kitchen. They’d fucked his
table halfway across the floor. Oh Lord. Suddenly, awkward had a whole new
meaning.