Bright Smile & London Eye (Walker Brothers #2)

19. Chapter Nineteen - Jackson

Jackson

The grin on my face threatens to split it in two as I follow Lexie up the stairs to her apartment. Bailey barged in as soon as our lips were apart again, exaggeratedly covering his eyes as he’d shouted that the door was unlocked again.

Who knew it would take the threat of miscommunication for us to finally get over the last thing standing between us?

Well, that, and Bailey. I’ll have to thank him tomorrow.

But then my mind blanks the moment Lexie pushes me backwards as soon as I step into her apartment, kicks her front door shut, and places her hands on my hips. She crowds me back against the door, rising on tiptoes to cup my face with both of her hands and press her lips to mine.

I’ve kissed plenty of people. It comes with the territory as an actor. But this?

Nobody comes even close to her sweetness. The scent of sweet butter on her skin, the taste of marzipan on her tongue and a hint of coffee on her shirt.

“Fuck,” I growl into her mouth, my hands wandering up her back, one pulling her to me by the small of her back, the other fisting her hair, keeping her fused to me, because I can’t fathom stopping this kiss for anything.

Then, in one smooth motion, I spin us around, pushing her back against the wall I was just against. She sighs happily into the kiss as I our tongues dance in a fiery battle, her hands clawing their way up my shoulders, fisting my hair, yanking my head back to abruptly end the kiss and trail her tongue down my throat, a shudder running down my spine when her teeth graze my skin.

She’s wild—who knew?

I open my eyes, catching sight of her: cheeks flushed, eyes glossy, lips swollen, her wild hair a mess. I can’t help but think, I’m the storm that did this to her.

“We can take it slow, if you want,” I press out.

“I don’t want slow,” she whispers back, gently nipping at my skin, then kissing her way up my throat. “I want you, Jackson.”

My last bit of restraint snaps like a rubber band. I cup her chin and capture her lips again.

Before I know it, our bodies are flush against each other, my dick straining against her hip as I cage her against the door with my arms at the sides of her head, while she melts against me, her hands wandering all over my body.

I would be fine with this. Just having her close, knowing she’s mine, is enough. But relief courses through me when I feel her cool hands lift my shirt, her fingertips trailing higher up my torso, scrunching the fabric as she explores my skin.

When I break the kiss, she raises a brow in question, which I answer with a smirk and by pulling off my shirt.

“How far do you want to go, Beautiful?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

She bites her lip, grinning, turning us around again and pushing me back one step. Then two. Until the back of my thighs hit her dining room table.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispers, tracing her finger down my chest to my abs, “Make me scream until I lose my voice.”

“There’s nothing I’d rather do,” I promise her in a whisper, then lean down, hooking my arms around her thighs and lifting her up.

“Jackson!” she squeals, giggling. I silence her with another kiss as she locks her ankles behind my back, pressing her core right against my dick.

“Fuck,” I groan, her warmth and the way she feels in my arms already driving me wild.

Thankfully, her bedroom is easy to find, and I climb into bed with her clinging to me like a koala until her back hits the mattress. As soon as she lets me go, her hands find my jeans, clawing at it, but I have other plans first.

My hands tremble as I peel her shirt off, toss it aside, then fight with the button of her jeans, slowly peeling them off her legs and throwing them behind me.

“Fucking perfect,” I murmur and press a kiss to her clavicle as she lays there, looking perfect in her underwear.

“If you like this, just wait till I’m naked,” she teases me with a wink.

“Then I better get to it,” I reply and press another kiss to her skin.

She reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, and when she throws it aside to reveal her breasts, I bite my lip.

Fuck. She’s perfection.

I palm her breasts, leaning down to capture her nipple in my mouth, making a soft moan fall from her lips. A good start but I can’t wait to make her scream.

Kissing my way down her body, she answers me with happy sighs, and when my fingers slide along the waistband of her panties, I glance up at her face, finding her smiling at me and giving the slightest nod.

Fuck. Her cheeks are read with pleasure already, a pleased glimmer in her eyes.

Within seconds, I pull her panties off and down her legs, flinging them aside, and my fingers trail through her already wet folds.

“Fuck, Beautiful,” I groan, pressing my cheek to her thigh. “You’re so wet for me already.” My finger dips inside her. “So fucking ready for me.”

She smirks at me, biting her lip as her hand slaps my still jeans-clad butt. “And you’re still entirely too dressed.”

“Hold on,” I chuckle, climbing off her despite her protests to rid myself of my clothes.

She drinks me in as I lower my jeans, hungry eyes halting at my cock that’s springing free, hard and so fucking desperate for her.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I tease her and crawl back into bed, covering her body with mine as I kiss her into the mattress. Her hands roam over my shoulders, sending goosebumps over my spine, until she playfully squeezes my ass, making me break the kiss.

“I want you, Jackson,” she whispers, brushing one of my curls behind my ear before laying her palm at my cheek. “No barriers. Is that okay?”

“More than okay,” I whisper back, turning my head to press my lips to her palm, my fingers around her wrist. “I’m clean. You?”

“Got tested recently. All clear and on the pill,” she assures me, voice still in a whisper.

“Perfect,” I whisper against her palm. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

I let go of her hand, tracing a path down her body, teasing her entrance before slipping two fingers inside while my tongue finds her nipple.

“So wet for me,” I whisper against it, making her shudder as my breath feathers over her wet bud, fingertips searching her walls for the spot that will drive her crazy.

“Stop teasing,” she urges me, and I grin against her skin.

When she buries her fingers in my hair, attempting to push my face lower, I grab her hands and pin her wrists above her head, and when her soft moans turn into a shout, I know I’ve found the spot I was looking for.

“That’s it, Beautiful,” I mumble against her skin, grazing my teeth along her breasts. “Scream for me.”

I add a third finger to thrust into her, grinning as her moans grow louder while I drive her closer to her release.

“Fuck! Almost there,” she shouts, and I double my efforts until her whole body tenses and her voice becomes even louder as she comes apart, her walls contracting around my fingers and my name falling from her lips like a plea.

“Just like that, Beautiful,” I whisper and kiss my way up her body until I capture her lips with mine. “Come on, do it again.”

I fuck her through her orgasm with my fingers, not stopping even when she starts to writhe under me.

“Jackson! I can’t—” I press that little spot I found, making her sentence end in a moan.

“You can,” I assure her and pick up a fast rhythm with my fingers, until the words falling from her lips turn from my name to incomprehensible slurring as she starts trembling once more.

Her second orgasm leaves her gasping for air, but before she even catches her breath, she wriggles her hands free and reaches for my cock, lining me up with her entrance.

“Give it to me,” she breathes. “Now.”

Now who am I to deny her demand? I push into her slowly, savoring every inch of her warmth. The deeper I push, the wider her smile becomes and the more blissful her expression as her nails dig into my hips.

I still once I’m completely inside her. She blinks her eyes open and gives me a nod, and ever so slowly so she can get used to me, I start moving.

But Lexi has other plans.

With a grin, she reaches for my hips, locks her legs behind my back, and she flips us around until my back hits the mattress and I lay with her straddling me.

“That’s better,” she declares, rolling her hips.

“Fuck, Lexie,” I groan, my hands finding her hips. She shoots me a cocky grin, then lifts herself off my cock and back down on it in a tempo that steals my breath away.

“Fuck,” I groan, trying to think of something boring so I won’t come immediately, and reach up to squeeze her breast and palm her nipple. “Do it, baby. Take what you need.”

Her moans grow louder with each time she lowers herself on my cock, and it doesn’t take long until she grabs my hand and guides it between her legs.

I circle it roughly, matching her rhythm, and she throws back her head, shouting her pleasure as her body begins to tense for the third time tonight.

“I’m going to come,” she gasps, and I nod eagerly. I’m almost there, too.

“Do it, beautiful,” I urge her, giving her clit a gentle nudge.

And that’s all it takes. She shudders, collapsing against my chest as her orgasm shakes her, and I take over, thrusting upwards, as I chase my release.

“Fuck, Lexie,” I growl against the side of her head, right above her ear as I come inside her. Holy hell. This was so much better than I ever could have dreamed of.

For a moment, we just stare at each other, both breathing heavily, faces flush and eyes glossy with pleasure. I cradle her face and pull her face to mine, a tenderness in our movements that contradicts our wild passion as I kiss her.

I pull out of her, and she grimaces as I reach down to pull a blanket over the two of us, her still laying on my chest.

She cuddles into me, her face at the side of my throat as I hear her whisper.

“I’m falling for you, Jackson.”

My heart starts fluttering and I bite my lip. This whole moment feels unreal. It’s too perfect, too good to be true, but for now? I won’t dare question it.

“That’s good,” I murmur instead, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Because I’m already so far gone for you.”