Page 97 of Middle Ground
“More,” Meyer demands, out of breath.
“Only if you say please.”
She arches a brow as her gaze meets mine. “I have no trouble finishing this myself.”
And I have no doubt she would, too.
But I shake my head. “Not a fucking chance. If anyone is going to make you come right now, it’ll be me.”
A second digit fills her, and she lets out a curse.Hand on my shoulder, her nails dig into the skin, leaving half-moon indentations. That’s good. I want her to leave her mark on me.
“Still think you could have done better on your own?” I taunt.
She shrugs. “The jury’s still out.”
With a grin, I accept the challenge. Although our working relationship has shifted, this push and pull when we come together like this is just as explosive as the first time.
Water sloshes over the edge of the tub as she involuntarily rocks her hips, meeting the thrusts of my fingers. I keep my eyes on her face, studying the way her lips part. The way her head tips back, exposing the column of her neck. The way her eyes close, like she can’t possibly keep them open a second longer.
“Jackson,” she gasps, and my name on her lips like that is music to my fucking ears.
My thumb presses down on her clit.
And then she explodes. Her inner walls pulse around my fingers, and I take pleasure in watching her ride out her high.
When her head lolls to the side, her gaze, coated in lust, meets mine. She looks so fucking pretty. Sometimes, I have to stop myself from simply staring at her.
She walked into my life at the perfect time, and I don’t ever want to look back.
Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I hold them up for her. Her eyes flit to meet mine, a question in them. Hunger, too. My dick throbs at the carnal want in her gaze.
“Suck,” I demand, and she does. I watch with rapt attention as her tongue swirls around my fingers, tastingthe remnants of herself. I don’t mistake the rising heat in her eyes. “What a greedy fucking girl you are.”
She drags my fingers from her mouth with apop, and then her lips stretch into a sly grin. She shrugs. “I know what I like.”
I love that about her. She isn’t afraid to demand what she wants, inside and outside the bedroom.
Pushing herself up, she stands from the tub, and I shamelessly watch the water trail down her naked body. Droplets cling to her breasts, the softness of her stomach, those tempting thighs.
Beautiful. So goddamn beautiful.
My head fills with visions of my mouth on her skin, kissing her chest, between her legs. I want that. I’ve been craving it since that day on her couch.
I rise from the floor, holding my hand out. Meyer takes it, carefully stepping over the lip of the tub. Then she places a hand on my chest and lets it trail down my stomach, her fingers snagging on the waistband of my pants, then my belt.
Words escape me as I watch her drop to her knees in front of me. Head tilted back, she looks up, a faux innocent smile curving her lips. Then she reaches up and tugs the elastic from her bun, letting her hair fall down around her shoulders.
“My turn,” she says.
“As a self-proclaimed gentleman, I feel I should protest a little,” I reply. “For integrity’s sake.”
She shakes her head with a laugh as she reaches for the button on my pants. “I don’t want you to be a gentleman.”
“Oh,thank fuck.”
Between the two of us, we make quick work of the rest of my clothes, and then she’s wrapping a hand around my cock and applying the perfect amount of pressure to make me groan.
One of my hands grips the counter behind me while the other buries itself in Meyer’s hair, fisting the strands. I tug a little, and her grip on me tightens in response.
