“Jackson.” She moaned beneath him, her hands tightening on his shoulders so hard that her nails bit into his skin.

“Damn, hold on baby.”

It took a little maneuvering to remove his sweatpants without being separated from her soft body for too long. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled a packet off the strip. He ripped the package open and was just about to roll it on when she propped herself up on one elbow and placed a hand on his arm to stop him.

“Wait, I just want…” Her voice trailed off as she pushed him onto his back “…to taste you, too.”

He stopped breathing at the first touch of her moist lips against his shaft.

“Oh, shit.” His fingers fisted in her long locks when she suddenly took the tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the head. Her long lashes settled against her cheeks as she lapped at him, her little pink tongue curling around the base before she worked her way back up. When she finally pulled back to trace the tip of her finger around the tip, her full lips looked slightly swollen.

Just the sight made him feel like a caveman.

He was a patient man but there was only so much he could take and, if she didn’t stop teasing him, it would be over before it began. He wanted their first time together to be amazing. And this time there would be no interruptions.

He pushed her back on the bed, unable to think of anything other than getting inside her. He rolled the protection down over his shaft and lay in the cradle of her thighs. She sighed as their naked flesh met and clung.

“You feel so good,” she whispered. She wrapped her long legs around his waist.

He rocked his hips, sliding inside her in one thick thrust.

He threw his head back, the tight grip of her body almost too much. He pulled out and then thrust again, grinding himself into the soft heat between her legs. She sighed and arched up against him. The movement pushed her breasts against his chest.

He sucked in his breath at the sight of her perfect, toffee-colored breasts. Her dusky nipples looked like Hershey’s Kisses against the caramel of her skin.

“So pretty and perfect. And so responsive.” Her unique aroma wrapped around him as he pressed his face between her breasts. He wanted to roll himself in the sweet scent until it clung to his skin.

He teased the tip of one nipple with his finger before he took it into his mouth and sucked it deep. She cried out as he rolled it between his lips, drawing the tip between his teeth lightly. He played with it as he moved inside her, his thrusts coming faster and harder until they ended up diagonal on the mattress with her head hanging over the edge.

“Oh, you’re going to make me come again,” she panted, her words almost incoherent as he rode her with long, thick thrusts that had her full breasts bouncing against his mouth.

Moisture flooded her core and he groaned. She was so wet, so hot.

“Come for me.” He turned his face and muttered the words against her open mouth. He had to see her face when she came. He needed it. “Come for me again. Let me see how much you want it.”

Then her back bowed and her inner muscles clamped down around him. Her eyes flew open and he saw it, the moment she lost control of herself.

“Oh god, I can’t,” she wailed, before her hands tightened in his hair.

They both cried out at the exquisite sensation as he pistoned back and forth through her rapidly clenching muscles. As her inner walls trembled around him, he couldn’t hold back any more and just let go.

Moments later, as he lay panting in the cradle of her arms, he looked at her in amazement. He’d expected it to be good. He’d even expected it to be better than anything he’d ever felt before.

What he hadn’t expected was not wanting it to ever end.

Chapter Eleven

WHIRRRRRRRR.

Ridley flopped over in bed, pulling the pillow over her head. She was so cozy and warm. She could just stay in this bed forever, especially since she’d just been dreaming about the best sex of her life.

A second later, her eyes popped open as the events of the prior night rushed back. The heated talk in the hall. Going to bed alone. Waking up from her nightmare in Jackson’s arms. She turned and looked at the space next to her.

Empty.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

The man had done things to her body that she’d only read about in books. He’d touched her in places and licked her in places that she couldn’t even think about without blushing.

She dropped her head back down on the pillow as heat rushed from her head to her toes.

If she’d wanted to know what all her girlfriends had whispered about in college, what had made them do the crazy things they did for their boyfriends, she’d definitely gotten her wish. A man who could make you feel like that at night could get away with pretty much anything in the daylight.

What had she been thinking? Had she really believed that they could have sex and then pretend like it hadn’t happened?

WHIRRRRRRRR.

Ridley pushed the pillow off her head violently and it fell over the side of the bed. “Ugh. What is that noise?”

The morning sunlight coming through the sheer, white curtains in her room was almost blinding. She blinked against the light and groped the night table until her hand hit her cell phone. She lifted her head just enough to see the time.

“It’s only 7:30. Who’s making this much noise at 7:30?” Her head dropped down to the bare mattress and she took a deep breath.

WHIRRRRRRRR.

“That’s it.” She sat up and pushed the heavy comforter and silky-soft sheets back. It almost pained her to do it. Jackson had carried her back to her room in the middle of the night and she’d been in the most restful sleep ever since then.