Page 65 of Until Tomorrow Comes
“It’s never felt like this with anyone. Everything that I’m feeling… I’ve only ever read about in books or watched on TV. I wasn’t lying last week when I told you that I was convincedsome… things… were purely for dramatization to a story, to make the viewer feel things. But now that you proved those theories wrong, all I keep thinking about is what else I’m missing out on.”
Closing my eyes, I drop my head forward against his chest, breathing his scent in and wondering if I killed the mood by saying too much.
“No one has ever asked me what my boundaries are, so I wouldn’t even know what to tell you. Even what we did outside… that’s the most scandalous and intimate thing I have ever done. All I know is how my body is reacting to you. I’m not always good at speaking for myself, so I’m a bit nervous that I’ll say the wrong thing and you’ll stop.”
I bite my bottom lip, refusing to look up at him and racking my brain for how else Ishouldhave answered to not completely ruin the mood.
“I don’t want you to stop.” I whisper before forcing myself to zip my mouth shut.
Jackson traces his hands up my side, resting one on my ribs while his thumb traces back and forth. The other continues up to grab my chin between his pointer finger and thumb. I let him tip my head back, feeling his burning gaze tracing over my face while he waits for me to open my eyes.
Needing to know what he’s thinking, I finally give in. When I meet his darkened eyes, my breath catches in my lungs. Even with all of my ramblings, the passion that shines in his eyes hasn’t dimmed.
“I need you to tell me when to stop. If you’re unsure or uncomfortable, you say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ and I will. No hesitation, no questions asked. If you want to talk about it, we can. If you want space, to just put pause on things or to stop completely and go watch a movie, then that’s what we do.”
I feel the tear slip down my cheek before I can stop it. Jackson lets my chin go, moving to cup my face in his palm and wipe it away.
“I will give you anything you ask for. If you allow me, I will worship every inch of your body.” He leans into me and places a quick kiss on my lips. “But I need to know you will tell me to stop if you change your mind at any point. And not just right here, right now. Any day, any time.Youand your comfort are more important than anything and anyone.”
“Okay.” I whisper, emotion clogging my throat. The sincerity and conviction in his tone leaves no room for doubt. I know wholeheartedly that if I ever say no, he would listen.
That thought alone has me moving to kiss him. With his lips back on mine again, I melt into it, into him, completely. There’s no question in my mind about where this is going and my body hums with anticipation for it.
Jackson groans, taking control of the kiss and leaning into me. My hands land on his shoulders, clutching him. His hands slip up my shirt, pushing it up and running his palms along my ribs and holding me to him. When his thumbs trace over my bra, heat pools in my core.
“You’ll tell me to stop, right?” He murmurs. I nod, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes.
“Ifyou do something I don’t like, I will tell you.” I correct him with a kiss. “Don’t treat me like I’m fragile, I want this, Jackson. I wantyou.”
His lips slam back onto mine, stealing my breath and making me squirm in his arms. With a new found confidence, I reach for the hem of his shirt and tug. He breaks away long enough to tear the shirt over his head, discarding it over his shoulder. Then he’s back on me. Almost frantically, he pries my shirt off and tosses it in the same direction.
His gaze drops to my chest, groaning before dipping to trail kisses along my collar and searing a path down my chest as he reaches up to cup one of my breasts in his hand. When he nips the top of my breast, I can’t control the moan that escapes.
I’m so lost in the sensation of his mouth against my skin that I don’t even notice his hands reaching behind to unclasp my bra until he’s dragging the strap down my shoulder. He stops kissing me long enough to chuck it behind him.
“Fucking hell, Kat. You’re perfect.”
Then his mouth is back on me.
My head drops back, as my body trembles, and it takes all my strength to not fall back completely. His tongue swirls around my nipple before he sucks the bud into his mouth. Seeking relief for the building pressure, I grate my hips against him.
After paying equal attention to my other breast, Jackson’s mouth moves lower. One of his hands snakes up between us, settling flat against the center of my chest and gently pushing me back, flush against the counter. Holding me in place with a hand on my hip while his fingers trail down my stomach.
Staring down at me, Jackson’s emerald eyes flare with desire, as he slowly licks his lips. His touch lingers briefly on the scar on my hip before he bends forward to place a featherlight kiss on it. My heart melts, but before I can think of anything to say, he’s moving on.
He traces along the waistband of my shorts, dipping his fingers in occasionally and driving me wild with need. When he hooks his fingers in at the sides of my shorts, he pauses to look at me.
Laying before him, my heart racing, I hold his gaze.
Nodding my head, I whisper, “Yes.”
That’s all he needs.
My shorts and underwear are ripped from me before I finish my next breath, hitting the floor with a soft thud.
Jackson lets out an appreciative hum while his hands trace up my calves slowly before resting on my knees. Gently, he nudges my legs open wider.
When he doesn’t make an immediate move, my hips lift, seeking his touch in any capacity, but he stays put. Dropping my head against the counter, I cry out in frustration.
