Page 110 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

“You asked me to jump out of a plane with you. I knew it would be fun for you. And you asked me to trust you, so I knew we'd be safe.”

“You thought we would die. Yet you still flung yourself out of a plane because I asked you to?”

It felt like a trick question, but that is precisely how it happened. “Yes.”

“Why do you trust me?”

“I believe in you. When you tell me that you'll keep me safe, I believe you.”

He stared up at me, his eyes searching mine. And then he reached up and tugged at the belt of my robe. It fell open. My stomach fluttered as he tugged me so that I straddled him.

His hands went up to my breasts, and I arched my back as his mouth sucked on my nipple. He pushed open his pants and then he was pulling me onto him. I cried out as I felt him push inside of me. I put my hands on his face. His red eyes stared up at me. So serious. So intense.

With his hands on my hips, he slowly began to move me up and down on him. It felt wrong yet so right. After such a tragedy, it was a moment where we both needed to remember that we were still alive. We needed to connect. Our eyes locked as I slowly moved up and down on him. I was becoming distinctly out of breath.

His big hands moved to my hips, helping me lift up and down. My hands pushed into his hair. My mouth on his. Kissing. He tasted like bourbon and Jackson. I couldn’t get enough.

“Oh God,” he groaned, as he pulled me down harder on his thick length. “Why do you love me?”

Green eyes looked up at my face.

“What?” I was almost delirious with desire. I couldn’t think.

“Tell me why.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my forehead against his. I was trying to think of a coherent answer. “I love how kind and protective you are. You make me feel safe.”

I continued to move on him, moaning at the sensations that coursed through my body.

He watched my face, and his pupils were so wide his eyes lookalmost black.

I put his face in between my hands. “You’re the most amazing person I know. I trust you.”

“But why do you love me?”

“Jackson,” I was breathless. “I don’t understand.”

“Why me?”

“I don’t know, I just do.”

One strong hand came behind my neck, pulling me down to his face. His lips were on mine. “Tell me why.”

I felt my whole body tightening. My climax roared towards me. I fought it as he moved beneath me. I opened my eyes and looked into his. I could barely speak. Thinking of that little kid who was repeatedly told that he wasn’t worthy of love.

“No one deserves to be loved more than you.”

“If you knew who I was, you wouldn’t love me.”

I teetered on the edge, as he pumped up without mercy into me. “I want to know you. I want to know everything about you.”

I held his face in my hands, and we looked into each other’s eyes as he drove me off the edge. I cried out hard, shutting my eyes as waves so intense washed over me, I couldn’t even think.

“Look at me,” he begged. “Look at me.”

I peeled open my eyes and focused on his face. There he was.

“Jackson,” my voice sounded strangled.

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