Waiting for Jackson to come back is torture. From what Coach said, I’m thinking we’ll need to cut tonight short so he can go in early tomorrow morning. But if that’s the case, I don’t know why he wouldn’t have let me leave with the rest of the group. Okay, so I can understand him maybe wanting to have a few private words, but why ask me to stay down here? Surely we won’t have time to watch a movie.
My thoughts are stopped by the sound of Jackson entering the room. I stay silent as he circles the couch and comes to sit by my feet. Since I’m in the corner, there’s a stretch that extends out right in front of me, where I have my legs stretched out. It’s a little strange that he chose to sit at my feet and not up by my side, but I guess this way we can see each other better.
With his large hands, Jackson grabs ahold of my ankles, scoots closer, and sets my feet on his lap.
Leaning back, he looks to the ceiling and sighs. “Kitten, tonight went a little… off script.” I’m trying to ignore the feeling of his warm palms so I can listen to him. But I can feel the heat of them through my jeans. That heat spreads when he starts to slowly rub his hand up and down my shin. Just a few inches. Up and down. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t want anything to interrupt our evening. Least of all an entire group of meddlers.”
I can’t help but to smile at his description. “Jackson, I had a great time tonight.” He looks over to meet my eyes, and I hope he can see the truth in my words. “Of course I’m a little disappointed that our time together was cut into, but – the time we did share was wonderful, and I really did enjoy myself with the girls. I already adored your mom. Your sister is super sweet, and Izzy is a great girl. A little misunderstood, but I think she might become a good friend.”
“Hmmmm.”
Gods. I don’t know what it is about that rumbling sound coming from him, but it goes straight to the center of my being.
I grin. “And now you owe me a makeup dinner. So, it’s really a win-win for me.”
“Is that right?” Jackson asks, though it doesn’t sound like he’s asking.
My grin dims. “It sounds like you have an early morning tomorrow.”
To this, Jackson nods.
Letting out a breath I say, “Then I should head home. We can try for a normal evening next time.”
Jackson stands and I think he’s going to help me up. Only instead of reaching for my hands, he grips my ankles again, and pulls.
With way too much ease, he drags me down the length of the couch he had been sitting on, until I’m flat on my back.
Releasing his grip, steps up to my side. Slowly, he leans over and places one hand next to my head, then the other. He shifts his weight onto his hands and brings one knee between my legs while the other goes to the outside of my hip, on the edge of the couch. I don’t know when I spread my legs apart, but I’m sure it was a normal biological reaction to having a man like this climb on top of me.
He lowers himself, an inch at a time, until there’s only a breath of space left between us.
This is closer than we’ve ever been and my heart is working it’s hardest to thump out of my chest.
Still looking me right in the eye, he says, “I was told that I need to make my intentions clear. So, this is me, being clear. This is me making sure you understand exactly what I want.” He lowers another inch, putting his face to the side of mine so he’s speaking directly into my ear. “I will make you my girl, Kitten. I promise you that. But I’m going to take my time in doing so. I’m going to wait until you’re ready for me.” His cheek brushes against mine.
Oh. My. Fuck.
“What if I don’t want you to wait? What if I’m ready now?” My words are breathy, and sound just as lustful as I feel.
In answer, Jackson lowers himself the rest of the way onto me. I can tell he hasn’t put his full weight down, probably for fear of crushing me, but I can feel every inch of his body pressed into every inch of mine. I can feel his heat seeping into me, the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing quickens to match my own. And, holy crap, I can feel the impressively hard length of him pressed against my thigh. It takes everything I have to hold still and to not grind myself up against him.
Testing me, Jackson gives me the lightest nip on my ear lobe. And I can’t help it, I moan. With a heavy exhale, Jackson applies a tiny bit more pressure with his thigh, that is now pressed between my legs. This small movement sends a pulse from my core to the tips of my toes.
Jackson’s rough whisper fills the air around me. “Oh, Kitten, you’re not ready for me yet. I’m a lot to handle. And once we start this thing between us, I won’t be able to hold back. But fuck, woman, make no mistake, you’re mine.”
And with that, his weight is off me.
He grabs my hand, helps me up, and intertwining our fingers, he leads me upstairs.
I’m at an absolute loss for words. I’m more turned on than I think I’ve ever been in my whole life. There is nothing in this world that compares to the sexual energy this man exudes.
Still silent, I grab my purse and slip on my shoes. With his hand on my lower back Jackson walks me to the door. Once it’s open and I’ve walked through, I finally turn and meet his eye.
Jackson brings his palm up against my cheek, holding me still as he slowly closes the distance between us. His mouth is so close to mine I can feel his breath on my lips.
“Dream of me tonight, sweet Kitten.” His words are barely a whisper. Leaning a hair closer to me, he brushes his lips against mine, so lightly, I’m not even sure it really happened.
I don’t even realize my eyes have closed until he steps back, the loss of his warmth causing my eyes to reopen.
Looking up and into his gaze, I say the only thing I can manage. “Goodnight, Jackson.”
