Page 45 of Twisted Devotion

Jackson drops his hands from my face and rubs them up and down my arms. “Please try not to look so deer-in-headlights.” With a light grin, he tweaks my chin and wraps his arms around me, resting his chin on my head.

“Jackson?” I murmur against his chest.

“Hmm,” he responds, making my lips twitch.

Time for talking is over. “Can we have sex now?”

He peers down at me and tilts my chin up, sealing his lips over mine. “I thought you’d never ask.”

I squeal in surprise when he lifts me off the floor and carries me to his bed. The very bed I vowed I’d never end up in. I barely have time to finish that thought before he lays me down and climbs over me, reaching for my bra. His fingers skim the underside of my breast, and I suck in a breath, making him pause. His lips quirk as his eyes flit from mine to where his hands rest.

“Sensitive?” he murmurs curiously.

I nod, gasping softly as he slides his hands under the stretchy fabric and cups my breasts in his hands. “Oh god . . .” My eyes roll back as my head hits the mound of pillows at the top of the bed.

Jackson leans in, pressing his mouth against my clavicle. “I’m going to take care of you. Just breathe.”

I let out an uneven breath, keeping my eyes shut as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, pebbling them and kicking up my pulse. My hips arch off the bed, hitting his pelvis, and my eyes fly open at the feel of his rock-hard erection between us.

Jackson chuckles deeply, stirring the hair at my temple. “Don’t look so surprised,” he says, circling my nipples one at a time, teasing and tweaking them until my cheeks are flushed and warm. “This isn’t the first time you’ve made me hard and it sure as hell won’t be the last.”

I reach for him, but he quickly slips his hand out of my bra and captures my wrists, guiding them above my head and holding them there. “What are you—?”

“Hold them there,” he instructs, holding my gaze. “Don’t move.”

“I . . . okay.”

He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Good girl.” He eyes the zipper at the center of my bra before tugging it down so slowly I can feel each of the links coming undone. It takes less than ten seconds for him to push it open, but instead of pulling it off, he uses the material to secure my wrists together and to his headboard.

Holy hell.

Jackson just tied me to his bed—with my own bra.

My heart hammers against my chest, threatening to burst free at any moment.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs, tilting my chin up. “I’ve got you.” With that, he dips his face down and kisses me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth, and devours me until I see stars.

“Jax,” I moan against his lips, arching my back to grind against his cock through his pants.

Jackson groans deeply, the sound echoing through me as he makes quick work of tugging his shirt off and removing his pants and boxers, tossing them onto the floor beside the bed.

My eyes follow the hard lines of his chest, the subtle V indents on his hips, and his . . . “Holy shit.”

He smirks. “I know right?”

I roll my eyes. “Cocky much?”

His eyes drop to his erection then lift back to meet my gaze. “Very much, as you can see.”

“You—”

“I am about to make you come so hard you scream my name, so if you don’t mind, I’d enjoy getting back to the task at hand.”

My brows lift. “I’m a task?”

Jackson’s expression is filled with amusement—and lust, so much so it’s making the heat between my thighs throb with an aching desire. I want him badly. More than I should, and far more than I want to admit—or ever plan to.

His lips graze my ear as he whispers, “You, Kelsey Young, are one of the most stunning creatures I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

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