Page 123 of The Fallen Man
“I think you’re OK,” he repeated, kissing the back of her neck. Then he put his arms around her waist, and she rested her arms on his, leaning back against him and breathing out.
“I feel like I should be worried about something,” she said.
“No,” he said, “there’s nothing to worry about.”
“There’s always something,” she said tiredly. “It’s just that usually, I can only focus on the pot that’s boiling over right this second. If I’m not worried about something, then I must be forgetting something.”
“Nothing is boiling,” he said. “Everything is currently at a controlled simmer.”
She laughed and turned around in his arms, tucking her face into his neck.
“This is nice,” she murmured.
“Mm-hm,” he agreed, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of the water, the smoothness of her skin, and the feeling of her body pressed against his. After a few minutes, she leaned back and looked at him with a worried expression.
“Once I get out of the shower, do I have any clothes?”
He grinned. “Yes, I had Claude send some over. He’s the family’s personal shopper. He was ecstatic.”
“You have a personal shopper?”
“He dresses the entire family,” said Jackson with a shrug. “I thought it was weird when I first came here, but I have to say, we use his services all the flipping time. Money well spent.”
“Why was he happy to find me clothes?”
“Well, I sent him your modeling sheet, which meant that he had actual measurements to work with and photos for color choices. And then I told him you were working with Roggario, which apparently means he knows what will look good on you? I don’t know. I wasn’t following, really.”
“Jackson, did you just buy me a lot of clothes?”
“Not a lot. Just some. Because as much as I like you naked, I thought others would disapprove, and I only grabbed you like three T-shirts out of your apartment before the police came.”
“But—”
He kissed her.
“You can’t kiss me every time you buy me something and expect to get away with it,” she said sternly.
He kissed her again. This time, she gave in, kissing him back, her arms pulling him tighter to her. He slid a hand down her back, cupping her ass. Her body softened, even as his became harder.
“We should… Bedroom,” she said, pulling back. “Softer surfaces.”
Jackson nodded but pulled him back to her. Finally, he reached out a fumbling hand and flipped off the water. They stumbled into the bedroom and onto the bed. His hands explored her body, trying to find every curve that he had been missing. Her fingers were buried in his hair, and she found a way to recapture his mouth with hers every time he pulled away. He gave up and kissed her while he reached one hand between her thighs, running one gentle finger across her sex, then up and down, stroking and teasing. She moaned, breaking away from his kiss and arching underneath him. Her eyes closed as she submitted to his touch, opening herself to him.
“Do you want me?” he asked, whispering as he nibbled her earlobe.
“Yes,” she moaned. “God, yes. I missed you so much.”
He moved on top of her, pressing his cock against the entrance. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, then her legs wrapped around him and pulled him into her. They both groaned at the sensation of him inside her. He moved gently. He didn’t know how battered she was, but it became clear that gentle was not what she wanted.
He pushed harder, and she moaned his name at each thrust, arching back with her eyes closed. “Yes, Jackson, yes, Jackson, yes. Fuck me more. Oh God, more.”
He thrust harder still, and her hand smacked down onto his ass like it always did when he was getting it just right.
“Of fuck, Jackson,” she gasped, opening her eyes. “Don’t ever stop. Just fuck me forever. Please baby, please. Forever.”
It was the first time she’d ever used a pet name.
“Nazavzhdy,”he promised.
