Page 169 of New York Love Stories: Vol. 2

A rogue grin glides into place. “Fuck no, it’s not.” He kisses my neck, and when I tilt back to give him more access, he kisses along my jaw. “I need to tell you something, though.” He slides his tongue over my skin and then blows, causing pebbles to rise in reaction.

“Yes,” I reply through unrestrained breaths.

“I’m going to keep kissing you. Now that I’ve had a taste, there’s no way I’m going back.”

“I’d already thrown that rule out the window.” I tighten my hold around him but smile because—Gah—he’s amazing. Not just his mouth, though that’s pretty magical, but the whole man. “Because I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

We’ve already crossed so many boundaries that there are no assets left to protect, except for maybe our hearts. But who cares when I have this incredible man carrying me into the bedroom?

He tosses me on the bed, leaving me laughing while he tugs his shirt off over his head. Kicking off his shoes, he starts on his dress pants.

“In a hurry there, cowboy?” I ask, propped up on my elbows and shamelessly watching him undress.

“Abso-fucking-lutely. I’ve been thinking about you all night,” he replies with a wink.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Good.” His pants drop to the floor, and he rips off his socks. Crawling over me on the bed, he kisses my mouth once more, and says, “Because I plan to be everywhere on this body of yours.” Kissing my temple, he whispers, “Even in your head. My name is all you’ll remember when I’m through with you tonight.”

My body shivers under his delicious threat, and I press my palm flat against his chest. No strength is needed when I push him to his back. He goes willingly and then holds me by the hips when I mount him.

With his hand slipping into my hair at the back of my head, he brings me down for another kiss that deepens quickly. My lids are closed as I begin a sweet surrender to him. But then he tilts me to the side and starts on my neck again. “Why are you still dressed?”

Reveling in his attention to detail, I smile with my eyes still closed. “I was just thinking the same.”

I torture myself by forcing distance between us, knowing the reward will come shortly if I’m quick. Getting off the bed, I start tugging my workout pants down my legs and step out of them.

Jackson moves up the bed and sits like a king on a throne with his back against the headboard watching me. I’m comfortable being naked in front of him and letting him admire me, but that look on his face has me squirming in anticipation to return to him.

When he licks his lips, I lick mine.

He rubs his hand over his erection, and I slip mine under the baggy T-shirt I was wearing to paint in.Two can tease.Unclasping my bra in the back, I slip it off through the sleeves, leaving the shirt to hide most of my torso.

His breaths lie heavy in his chest, the sound of each one becoming an aphrodisiac to my ears. “Take it off, sweetheart,” he commands without remorse. Suddenly, the nickname doesn’t bother me anymore.

The cotton rubs against my nipples, and I bite my lip as my body awakens for him. The look in his eyes makes me think I’m dancing the tango with the devil himself. God, I’m so ready to sin with him.

I drop the shirt to the floor and then crawl back onto the bed. Taking hold of the cotton wrapped around his thighs, I say, “You won’t be needing these either.” I pull his boxer briefs down and toss them over my shoulder. Repositioning myself, I hover over him and whisper, “You know what we really don’t need?”

“What’s that?”

“I’m on the pill. What if . . .?”

Sexually, we’ve been exclusive since we started being together last summer, so I don’t have doubts about our history. We took tests a long time ago.

With confidence in spades, he doesn’t whisper, he growls, “You want to ride my bare cock?”

I seat myself above just the thought turning me on as the tip teases my entrance. “I want you. I want to feel all of you. And since we’re breaking the rules—” I sink down and start rocking.

A gasp escapes me when I’m lifted by the hips and brought down over his thick length. The pleasure buries the pain of the stretch he induces, both of us moaning in unison as my head dips back from the sudden intensity.

I lean forward, leveraging my hands on his chest. The sight of his pleasure is caught in his face. He closes his mouth and licks his lips again. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

“Is there a sweeter way to die than in pure ecstasy?”

He grins, sitting forward as I lift and fall over him again and again. As he weaves his fingers into my hair, there’s no fighting against his strength as he brings me in for a kiss. Our bodies slow, and each inch becomes achingly delicious.

With our mouths pressed together, he swallows every one of my breaths, leaving me panting. We rip apart, and I fuck him as he fucks me with the sound of our slick bodies engulfing me.

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