Page 103 of Until Tomorrow Comes
I roll my eyes, “I mean that’s fine.”
“Good gi—”
“I’ll be wearing bikini bottoms majority of the time anyway.”
The sound from Jackson in response is more of a growl than anything. His teeth nip my thigh, and my legs close on reflex, but he’s faster.
Holding my legs open, he peers up at me.
“See, the best thing about this bungalow is that it has everything we need.” He tilts his head back, but I don’t look away from him. “There’s a personal pool and jacuzzi,” His fingers slide higher up my thighs, making me shiver with anticipation.
“Any food or drinks we need can be delivered,” he continues, dropping his eyes to my exposed center and licking his lips. “And dessert is right here.”
His tongue darts out, swiping up my pussy slowly. The feel of his beard scraping against my thighs as he ravishes me, sucking and licking, leaves me a shaking, pleading mess beneath him.
“Jackson, please.”
“Yes ma’am.” He mumbles against me, fingers finally pushing into me and we both groan. In no time at all, he’s hooking his fingers bringing me to the edge as he finds my g-spot.
When his free hand reaches up, finding my breast and pinching my nipple between his fingers, I don’t hold back.
“That’s it, Kitten. Cum all over me.” He groans as my orgasm ripples through my body. My eyes close while I catch my breath and when the sound of his belt echoes through the air, my body hums to life again.
Not wanting to miss a thing and ready to go again, I open my eyes. My breath catches in my throat when I see him.
While I caught my breath, he had removed his shirt. Seeing Jackson shirtless or naked isn’t something I think I’ll ever get used to. But what has my attention now, is his chest.
“Jackson.” I whisper, emotion clogging my throat and preventing me from saying anything.
No longer bare, the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm now flows smoothly into the fresh ink on his skin. There, front and center demanding all the attention, is a beautiful lion. I look up at him, trying to think of something to say.
He smiles proudly down at me, reaching out to cup my cheek.
“You found something that means the most to you.” My voice is low, and I have to clear my throat. Pushing to my feet, I scramble to get a closer look. “It’s beautiful.”
I trace my finger along the edges, not touching it though since it’s clearly only a few days old. Racking my brain, I try to think of how I missed it only to realize we had been so busy packing and getting ready to go on vacation.
“What’s it for?” Just as I ask the question, pops of color behind the lion catch my attention.
Butterflies in vibrant orange, blue, and purple peek out from black trees but it’s the white butterfly right above the lion’s head that has my eyes widening.
Jackson places a hand over mine, holding it in place right next to the tattoo that I can’t look away from.
“You.” He says softly.
That has my gaze snapping to him and staring, mouth open as I fumble for words.
“Me?” I whisper softly, brows furrowing as I take in the lion once more. “But it’s a…” I pause, huffing out a laugh and shaking my head.
“A cat,” Jackson says proudly before pulling me into him. “More accurately, it represents you, my lion heart.”
“I’m…”Speechless.
I look up at him, tears no doubt lining my eyes as I stare at the beautiful man in front of me.
“You are brave. Fierce. You have every reason to be on guard, to be defensive, and not trust anyone. But you let me in.” He rests his hand on my lower back, desire slamming into me once more. “You’re one of the strongest people I know and you have changed me forever.”
He kisses me gently, but I don’t let myself get lost in his touch yet because there’s one more thing I need to ask. Pulling away slightly, I ask,
