“Hell yeah. I’ve got a lot to work out of my system where you’re concerned.” His hands came up and found her breasts through the tee shirt she’d borrowed. “Damn, girl. My shirt never looked this good on me.”

“It’ll look even better once I take it off.” She yanked it over her head and let it drift to the floor next to the bed.

The thin cotton panties she wore couldn’t conceal the wet heat between her legs as she leaned over him, tendrils of her hair trailing over his chest and stomach.

Despite her protests he flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his before she could move. He grabbed her hands and held them over her head. Ridley tried to free herself, but found she had no strength to struggle. The force of his arms holding her down was strangely thrilling and she savored the feeling of his thick body pressing her into the mattress.

Jackson would never hurt her and her trust in him made her feel safe despite her captivity.

Then he licked a path from her neck down to her shoulder. She squirmed beneath him as he gently laved a nipple before kissing each of her ribs. He licked into the dip of her belly button and then glanced up at her before moving lower.

“If you only knew the things I want to do to you,” he breathed against her thigh.

Is he? Oh, yes he is, she thought breathlessly, right before he bit her lower belly.

She cried out when he licked her through the soft silk at her core, the heat of his tongue penetrating through the fabric.

“Open for me, baby girl. That’s it.” He growled his approval when her legs fell open and moved forward, his whole body crowding into the space between them. He kissed her like he was kissing her mouth, like he couldn’t get enough. He held her thighs open, not letting her close them.

“Jackson.” She shuddered beneath him as he tongued the material until it clung to her skin. He looked up at her, his eyes even darker, glazed over with lust.

Then he hooked a finger in her panties and edged them to the side. He held her gaze as he leaned back down, his mouth meeting her skin to skin for the first time.

“Oh my god.” She grabbed the sheets, twisting them until her fingers felt like they’d break. Perspiration broke out over her skin as he did something with his teeth that sent her flying. Colors exploded behind her eyelids as she came under his mouth, her flesh contracting against his lips.

She clamped a hand over her mouth as sensations raced over every inch of her skin. He kept at it, licking deeper until she felt herself climbing again.

“Jackson, please!”

Her cries seemed to incite him, drive him harder as he pulled her between his lips over and over. She pushed backward with her hands, instinctively trying to escape from the overwhelming sensations but he wouldn’t let her. Her breaths came faster and faster as he gripped her thighs and forced her to take it. Forced her to take the pleasure until she came for him again.

Tears slid down her cheeks as she shivered under him. The wave of pleasure finally crested and she was left panting in its wake. Once she was aware of herself again, she looked down to see him watching her. She turned her face against her arm, suddenly embarrassed.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” he teased. He gently pried the tangled sheet from her fists and then yanked it from the bed.

She let out a startled laugh. “Sorry about that. I didn’t rip it, did I?”

He gave her a slow, sexy smile.

“Not yet.”

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JACKSON COULD BARELY hear his own thoughts over the sound of his blood rushing. Ridley lay sprawled on the bed, her lush naked breasts taunting him as he tried to remember what he needed to do. He’d just had the thought but lost it every time he looked at her.

“I have to cover you up. I can’t think when you look like that.”

He put her shirt back on before he wrapped her in the sheet. As crazy as she made him, he knew he needed to take her back to his bed. They were too close to his sons’ room and he didn’t have any protection with him.

He picked her up and cradled her against his chest. He paused at the door to the guest room and listened before he stepped out into the hall. It was quiet, so he carried her down the hall to his room. After he settled her on his bed, he walked back to the door and locked it.

When he turned around and looked at her, she bit her lip and pulled the sheet up higher.

“Oh, you won’t be needing that again for a few hours.”

“Hours?” she squeaked.

He grinned and pulled open the top drawer of his dresser. There was an entire box of condoms in the corner.

Shit, how long have these been in here?

He flipped it over to check the expiration date and almost cheered. He pulled out a strip of six and carried it to the night table next to the bed. Ridley watched him with wide eyes.

“Don’t worry; I’ve got more if we need them.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I see. Someone’s pretty confident.” Her eyes held a hint of a challenge as she kneeled on the bed in front of him.

“Shouldn’t I be? Or perhaps I haven’t convinced you I’m worth your time yet?”

He climbed on the bed next to her and buried his face in her neck. The skin there was so delicate and soft and she smelled so damn good. His soft bites drew a strangled cry from her throat.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.” He put both hands under her shoulders and pulled her against him for a deep, punishing kiss, his hips rocking his erection against her core. “If I only get one night, I have to know what it feels like. Just the thought of you squeezing me so hard while you’re screaming my name—”