Page 18 of Hidden Desires

“Will I what?” He propped himself up beside her and brushed a finger along her cheek.

“I want you to . . . I want to . . .” She was stumbling over her words and nothing seemed to come out right. Finally, frustrated she asked, “Will you fuck me?”

His eyes widened. He opened his mouth to speak then closed it again. Autumn wasn’t sure whether she should be embarrassed and run or find it amusing that she had rendered him speechless.

“Of course I will,” he finally said. “Is that what you want?”

Autumn nodded and slid her hand along his side. “I want an orgasm that curls my toes and you’re the only one who can do that.”

Jackson kissed her again, this time plunging his tongue inside her mouth. Autumn’s mind drifted again, only this time to the events of her dream. He told her, “I love you,” followed by her name. Is that what I’m seeking with his ridiculous idea for us to have sex, or is it purely physical need? Before she could answer her question, he cupped her head with one hand, each movement of his tongue heating her body to scorching temperatures.

Too much thinking never got you anywhere. Just go with the flow for once. He’s here, you’re here. That’s all it needs to be right now.

His mouth coasted to her neck, leaving a hot trail of kisses as he went. Autumn tilted her head to the side to give him room, while she roamed the expanse of his back with her hands. His body was damn near perfection, something that only exists in fantasies. While her other lovers had had just the pretty face, Jackson had the body to go along with it. He was her dream, and now, he was becoming her reality.

His hand went to her side and slipped underneath the cotton nightshirt she wore. She belatedly wished she wore something a bit more flattering than a simple grey, knee-length shirt with white cotton panties underneath. It wasn’t the most desirable piece of lingerie she owned, if you could even call it lingerie.

Trying to give herself a better position, she moved clumsily on the couch. Jackson moved freely, but her hands felt tied to her sides. It didn’t take long before she was finally able to maneuver enough to touch him. His pants hung low on his hips, and the taut muscles of his abdomen contracted when her fingers brushed over them. He mumbled something against her neck as his mouth coasted down. He cupped her breast and she arched toward him with a groan, lost her balance and fell back.

With a hard thud, Autumn found herself on the floor beside the couch. “Shit.”

“What the . . .”Jackson glanced over the edge of the cushions, humor in his eyes.

With all the menace she could muster, she narrowed her eyes and replied, “Don’t say a word. It’s not funny.”

He grinned and lowered himself to the floor on top of her. “Are you okay?”

Autumn groaned. “My butt hurts.”

Jackson cupped the part in question and, putting his mouth to her ear, said, “You want me to kiss it and make it better?”

Liquid heat flooded between Autumn’s thighs, and her eyelids drifted closed. She assumed his question was rhetorical and let him take the lead again, worshipping her body.

His hands slid up each of her sides pushing her shirt as he went. Jackson had a way about him that built anticipation to almost unbearable degrees. She wasn’t one to take things slow, usually, not even when they’d been together before. The fact that he took his time to rid her of her shirt made a huge statement.

“Why are you nervous, Autumn?” Jackson sat back on his heels looking down to where his hands lay, beneath her breasts. “We don’t have to do anything. I swear I never believed I could say that to a woman, but I mean it. I shouldn’t have come on to you last night.”

She pursed her lips. “That’s not it. I’m nervous because I haven’t had a man inside me in three years. Hell, the only time I get to talk about sex recently is when Leslie brings her dog in to the clinic because he can’t get it up.”

She left off the part about him being Jackson—wonder stud and orgasmic king. His eyes were a beautiful deep green that had the ability to hypnotize her. There was no denying she wanted this man, whether it be for the right or wrong reasons.

Jackson trailed a hand down her body, splaying his fingers along her stomach. “I honestly can’t believe you’re not married.”

“Why?” Autumn squirmed beneath him.

He smirked. “Because you’re hot. You’re sweet and caring. Stubborn as hell, but who isn’t? I figured you’d find your man, settle down and have two-point-five kids.”

He ran a finger along the side of her panty-covered crotch. “I’m not going to say I had feelings for you, because I didn’t. I didn’t love you back then, but I did care. I shouldn’t have touched you. I know it now, but back then, I shouldn’t have let things go that far. I’m kind of wondering if I’m making the same mistake now?”

She sucked in a breath when he finally slipped beneath the cotton barrier and touched her wetness. He pulled the crotch of her bikinis aside and explored her pussy with his fingers. Autumn reeled at the sensations flowing through her body. Each stroke was light barely a butterfly’s touch against her yet it held the power of a lightening bolt striking the ground. She closed her eyes and spread her legs wider, silently giving Jackson permission to explore forgotten territory. And then his mouth replaced where his fingers had been.

Autumn whimpered. Just like the puppies she treated, she whimpered begging Jackson to fill her, to suffice her need. Three years was way too long to go without sex. And fourteen years was definitely too long to go with out great sex.

He pushed her legs apart, moved between them, and licked her pussy like a starved man. She propped one foot on the couch and the other on the coffee table. A low groan came from him, and the look on his face said it all. A little thrill shot down her spine at his approval.

His fingers brushed the length of her thighs until he reached her hips. He lifted her, an ass cheek in each hand; pulled her panties to the side, and held her completely open for his mouth. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes when she came, her back arching as a soft moan of pleasure escaped from her parted lips. Jackson kissed his way up her body and wrapped his arms around her.

“Autumn”—his face pressed into her neck—“God, Autumn.”

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