Page 96 of My Fiancé's Brother

The whole bed spun slowly.

“What’s happening?” I gasped, still struggling to pull air into my lungs.

I heard him laugh. He moved up the bed and then lifted me. I found myself lying on top of Jackson’s chest. I lifted myself up with my arms so that I could look down at his face. Two large hands pushed into my hair. Green eyes smiled lazily up at me.

“Fuck, you are so pure and innocent.”

I blushed, feeling so vulnerable.

His smiled broadened. “I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you.”

I blinked at him, trying to read his words. I couldn’t believe that he actually couldn’t keep his hands off me. “You don’t mean that.”

He studied my face, amused. “Why don’t you think I mean that?”

I frowned. “Because you are you. And I'm me.”

He tilted his head, a beautiful smile played on his lips. He dropped his hands to my tank top and slowly tugged it over my head. “You don’t think I want you?”

My eyes slid shut, and I moaned as his hands slid down my chest and two sets of fingers rolled my nipples.

“Emily, all I want is you. I can’t get enough of you. Your taste, the sounds you make. God, the way you smell. You drive me fucking crazy. I lose my mind around you.”

My eyes opened onto his face. “What?”

He tugged on my hair, pulling my mouth down to his. He spoke against my mouth. “The things I want to do to you. I can barely control myself.”

And then he lifted his mouth to mine. My mouth opened to his as he slowly, gently explored my mouth with his. I moaned and planted my hands on either side of his head, as his tongue played with mine. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, and I felt his teeth scrape the sensitive skin. His mouth traced along my jaw and he nipped at the sensitive lobe of my ear.

Hands roughly yanked at my bottom, pulled me up against the length of his body. I felt something hard and hot straining against his shorts. It pressed against my bare stomach.

“Do you feel how hard I am for you, Emily?” His breath was hot against my neck. “Do you know what I want to do to you? This is real. There is nothing fake about what I want.”

His words caused shivers down my spine. My heart pounded. I turned my head and buried my face against his neck. How I had come to be lying completely naked on top of Jackson was beyond me, but I didn’t want it to stop. His hips raised up, lifting me, and then he was pushing his shorts down. I snuggled back against him, and my eyes opened wide when I felt his hot naked member straining against the bare skin of my stomach. His fingers slid into my hair, and then he was devastating me again with another one of his kisses. I moaned ashis experienced tongue explored my mouth, making the entire world spin again.

My head jerked up when I felt his fingers slide between my legs.

“Let me touch you,” he said. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

My eyes went wide as I felt a finger glide down the length of me. My hips gave an uncontrolled jerk upward. Something crazy was happening inside of me. I lifted my head, uncertain of the sensations that were assaulting me.

“You’re so soft,” he said, as his finger traced around the edge of my opening. My breath was coming out in harsh gasps. He held my gaze as he slowly pushed one finger inside of me. I opened my mouth and moaned as his finger languorously moved inside of me. My head arched back as sensations flooded over me. His touch created the most intense longing within me. His touch was impossible. Everything blended. My hips jerked, I moaned, and blood rushed to my head. Heat curled down my spine.

“Jackson,” I moaned.

And then he was yanking my legs so that I was kneeling on either side of him, while simultaneously pushing me up, so I was sitting astride him. Two strong hands pulled my hips forward. His huge member was hard and flat against his stomach. My apex was pressing down on the base of his huge erection. He tugged on my knees and slid me up against the length of him. I bit my lip as sensations flooded me.

His obvious arousal gave me courage. “Can I touch it?”

He grabbed my hand and guided it down. My hand curled around his girth. It was bigger and heavier than I imagined. It was hard, and yet the skin was so soft. It felt like satin. I bent over and carefully inspected it with my fingers. My eyes raised to his face. “It’s not like I expected.”

He sounded amused. “And what did you expect?”

I continued to explore with my fingertips. “I don’t know. It’s so much nicer.”

A smile touched his lips. Green eyes watched my face.

“Do you think it would fit?”

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