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“Fuck it,” she said, and wrapped her arms around my neck. “You only live once.”
14
SHYANNE
When I woke up the next morning, I didn’t open my eyes right away. Sleep, and the frantic feverish sexy dreams slowly ebbed away, leaving me in the darkness of my closed eyes. For a few seconds, I lay there, trying to mentally take stock of all that had happened.
What acrazydream!
I played back the wicked and delicious things I’d dreamed of Jackson doing to me—him devouring me when we got back to my place, how we’d fucked like rabbits until late in the night, finally finishing our third round a few minutes before Dad’s car pulled up outside.
Why had I added so many strange details like that to a dream?
Letting out a contented sigh, I rolled from my stomach to my side, then paused halfway through the motion. My eyes sprang open when I realized how sore I was. My pussy felt like it had been used for hours. A pleasant, but distinct ache filled that part of my body.
A moment later, a muscled arm draped across my shoulders, and a huge body snuggled up against me. Shock and happiness coursed through me as I stared at the powerful hand resting upon me.
It really happened.It all really happened.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Jackson said from behind me, his lips grazing the back of my neck.
“Uh…good morning,” I said, thankful I was turned away so he couldn’t see the giddy smile on my face.
Memories of the night before flooded back, no longer with the haze of fantasy, but as solid recollections of real life. For a couple seconds, I lay there, basking in the post-coital afterglow once more, remembering how his hands had gripped my body, the taste of his lips on mine, and how his cock had stretched me deliciously.
Jackson’s chest pressed to my back, his arm snuggly around me. I had always considered myself a strong and independent woman, but there was something about being in his arms that made me feel safe—protected and cherished in a way I hadn’t realized I’d been hungering for.
“I guess we should get up,” Jackson finally said.
Sun rays had begun to color the floor by the bed, arcing through the window as dawn came.
“Right,” I agreed, but when he pulled his arm free, a sad melancholy filled me.
As Jackson got up, he stretched. My gaze traveled greedily over his body. His muscles were taut and flexing. His cock, soft but still impressive, hung between his legs like some deliciousdangling fruit that made my mouth water. Even as exhausted as I was from the night before, I already craved it again.
“And what are you looking at?” Jackson said, and I tore my eyes upward to find him grinning at me knowingly. “Still not satisfied?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I grinned back at him and shrugged. “Maybe not.”
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Yeah? You’re pretty great yourself.”
Jackson extended his hand. “Come on. Shower time.”
He helped me from the bed and led me to the bathroom, both of us still naked as the water warmed. Jackson pulled towels from the small linen closet beside the shower, and stepped in to join me. The water was nearly boiling, but it wasperfect. I sighed as the streams of hot liquid poured across my body, down my chest and stomach.
“Did you sleep well?” Jackson asked.
“How could I not?” I nudged him with my elbow. “Someone basically fucked me into unconsciousness last night.”
“Good. I slept like the dead,” he said. “And that’s not typical for me. Dragons don’t need as much sleep as humans do. We can get by consistently on four-to-five hours. Wecansleep longer, and I did last night. It was amazing.”
“What’s the plan for today?” I said. “With the car, I mean. Now that it’s done.”
Jackson sighed and put his face under the water for a second. “I’ll contact Joseph Anitoli this morning, set up a meeting place,and drop the car there. Once I do that, he’ll tell me what I need to do next.”
“Next? What do you mean next?”
