Page 45 of The Fallen Man
“I don’t know how to take it off, so you will have to,” she said, hoping that was the right thing.
“Great,” Jackson said but instead started with his shoes. He dropped them into the shoe basket at the top of the stairs, hung up his jacket, and then came back towards her as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Now, where we?”
She reached out and pushed her hand into his shirt, letting her palm slide along the skin of his ribs, feeling the play of muscle as they reacted to her touch. She bit her lip, trying to keep herself from grinning like an idiot. Touching him was luxurious. She was entranced with letting her hands wander over his chest that she missed the fact that he had unzipped her skirt and was pushing it gently over her hips. She didn’t miss the feather-light kisses along her neck, though. Those made her heart race and her breath come out in little shallow gasps.
She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. She couldn’t believe Jackson had seen her apartment and was still doing this. She tried to shut that thought out. He was here for the same reason she was—they both wanted to feel good. They could do that for each other.
He crooked a finger under her chin and pulled her mouth up to his. The kiss lingered and became deeper. His hands drifted down, cupping her ass again, while her arms slid around his neck. Suddenly he picked her up. She was surprised, but she liked the feeling that he was strong as all that. She wrapped her legs around him and she felt his smile through their kiss.
“Like those legs,” he murmured, between kisses before carrying her into the bedroom. He dropped her on the bed, her feather comforter poofing around her like a cloud.
He finished stripping out of his shirt, revealing a large tattoo along his side, and figured out the gun and belt situation. He plunked the gun and holster down on her bedside table, andCaitlin tried not to have thoughts about that either. He was putting it there, and that was fine. It wasn’t going to go anywhere on its own. She pulled off her own t-shirt so that she was down to her underwear and bra.
“Oh, those had better go too,” he said gesturing between her remaining clothing items. “I’m not wasting time on the lacey bits.”
She laughed. “Lacey bits are half the fun,” she said, looping her fingers under the bra straps and running them up and down.
“No,” he said firmly. “Lacey bits are just holding up the good stuff.”
She was sitting on the bed, and he was slowly unzipping his pants. The tattoo ran from his lower abs down into his pants, and Caitlin wanted a better look, but she wanted a better look at pretty much everything.
“Mmm,” she said, sliding the fingers of one hand between her breasts and then down along her stomach. She had his complete attention. “Good stuff. Where do I keep the good stuff? Hmm….” She made purposely confused noise and stopped at the edge of her panties. “I swear I had it here somewhere.”
She went up on her knees and peeled her underwear off one hip. Jackson paused, seemingly entranced by her action.
“Keep going,” he said, “let’s see if you find it.”
“Oh, I know where I keep it,” she said. “What about you?”
One of his eyebrows went up. Caitlin gestured to his pants and pointed to the floor. So he was hot as fucking bonfire, and he had about melted her panties off her a few seconds ago. That didn’t mean she was going to let him run the show.
He dropped his pants. Boxer briefs were his underwear of choice, and the tattoo seemed to go down to his thigh. She peeled her panties off her other hip and wriggled them down so they were halfway off her ass. She was almost showing something, but she waxed regularly for her modeling gigs, so she wasn’tdown to X-rated, just very, very naughty.
“You know, I don’t know… maybe you’re right, and I don’t need this lacey bit.” She put both hands up to her breasts and gently tugged the straps off her shoulders. He made a little woof sound. “Or maybe I do?”
“No.”
“You seem very firm in your advice about that. Maybe you’re right.” She put one finger in the cup and let him get a glimpse of nipple. She looked down at her mostly naked body. Was she overestimating her current hotness level? She looked up and found that he had crossed the room and was wrapping arms around her. Her bra came off in half a heartbeat and she was on her back on the bed a moment later. His mouth planted on hers. She wrapped her legs around him and wished she’d actually taken her panties off. She wanted to get to the good stuff too.
She shouldn’t have worried. Jackson had her panties off in short order, and his fingers and then his tongue located the good stuff. Somewhere around her third orgasm, Caitlin realized that the good stuff just kept coming. His tongue was a blessing from the gods, and his dick might be cursed because she was going to be comparing it to every other one she ever met. He finished with a deep groan that Caitlin couldn’t help but agree with and they both collapsed onto the bed. She had lost track of how long they’d been fucking, but it didn’t really matter because she was willing to keep going as long as he was. She was just going to need a minute to recover.
He flopped onto his back but wrapped an arm around her, keeping her close. Caitlin rested her head on his chest—his heartbeat was a soothing thump in her ear. The room was dark, with streaks of light shining in from the street lamps outside. She hadn’t bothered to shut the blinds. The windows were at head height, and there was a park across the street.
The room was quiet, and even the traffic noise seemed distant.It was as if they were the only two people awake on the block. The heady scent of sex, sweat, and citrus from whatever cologne or aftershave he wore filled her nose. She felt warm and tingly all over, cocooned in the dark and silence, wrapped in his arms, and for once, she couldn’t think of anything to worry about. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been quiet with someone. His hand made swooping arcs across her back, petting and rubbing as if he didn’t like to stop touching her, and she felt like purring. She kissed his chest. Jackson was amazing, and he made her feel like she was glowing.
“Mmm. More kisses, please,” Jackson murmured, his voice gravelly but sweet.
Caitlin gave more kisses, then gave into temptation. She put the tiniest love bite on his chest and then another. She opened her mouth and tasted his skin with her tongue before letting her teeth graze along the surface, closing with the softest nip imaginable. He smelled so good, she didn’t want to stop.
“Katie,” he growled. “If you’re going to keep doing that I’m going to have to go down to the bodega for more condoms.”
He didn’t have more than one? Wait, he would need more? Shit, they could be doing it again?
“Which I can do. I could do that. I will do that.” He sounded like he was working up to putting on clothes and actually making the walk down to the bodega. That was a terrible idea.
“Uh, wait here.”
