Chapter 29
CHAPTER 29
JACKSON
Kissing Meyer makes it easy to forget about everything that has gone wrong lately. The spray paint, those photos, the fire—everything else is just background noise when I lose myself in her.
I groan, wasting no time in wrapping an arm around her waist, tugging her impossibly closer. She comes willingly, which is more than I can say regarding most of our interactions. But in my arms, she’s pliable. She lets go of her reservations and simply feels .
I knew that day after the creek wouldn’t be enough for her. It certainly wasn’t enough for me. I’ve just been waiting for her to admit it to herself. Even longer for her to admit it to me.
Meyer holds her pride like a shield, but beneath it all, she wants to be heard. Respected. And I want nothing more than to give that to her.
I also really want to fuck her again .
“This isn’t exactly what I meant,” I say, slightly out of breath. “Can’t say I mind it, though.”
Not when she’s looking at me like that. Like I’m the answer to all her prayers. Fuck, I don’t ever want her to stop looking at me like that.
Meyer shrugs. “You were talking about business opportunities. We’re business partners, and this is an opportunity. I figured the same logic would apply.”
I let out a surprised chuckle. “An opportunity, huh? And what is this opportunity?”
She takes a step back, and my arms fall away. Her eyes are fucking gorgeous, so full of heat. “For you to see me out of this dress.”
I lean in, closing the space Meyer just created. “Are you trying to use me, Ellison? Feeling good and need someone to help you get off?”
Her chin tips up, defiant as always. “And if I am?”
“All I’ve ever wanted to do is help you, baby.” I surge forward, cupping the back of her head and drawing her toward me. “Let me help you.”
When our lips meet again, Meyer doesn’t hesitate to open for me. It still awes me how free she is with her body, yet so reserved with her mind. I want to crack her open, lay bare all her thoughts. I want her to feel comfortable confiding everything in me.
For now, we have this.
“Inside?” I ask between kisses.
“Inside,” she agrees.
She peels herself away from me and spins around. As she fiddles with her clutch to find her keys, I wrap an arm around her. With my palm on her lower belly, I pull her back into me. She moans as she feels just how much I want this—want her .
“Stop distracting me,” she scolds.
“I had to watch you walk around all night looking like this ,” I reply, running a hand along her bare shoulder. “You don’t get to say anything about distractions.”
Meyer finally fits the key inside the lock, and then we’re stumbling inside. As soon as the door shuts behind us, my mouth is back on hers. She’s positively addicting, and I can’t stop.
“This fucking dress,” I murmur against her lips, “has got to go.”
There are entirely too many layers between us and I want them all gone .
“You don’t like it?” she teases, her voice breathy.
“In general? Love it. Looks like it was made just for you. At the moment? Not particularly.” I meet her bright eyes. They’re vivid blue, like the sky after the storm clouds have disappeared. “Right now, it’s in my way.”
“Do something about it, then.”
Don’t have to tell me twice.
I guide her back toward the kitchen island until she bumps against the edge of the countertop. Her back arches, her chest brushing against mine.
“One second.”
She watches me intently as I reach up to her hair. It takes me a few seconds, but I manage to tug the clips and pins from the strands, allowing them to fall over her shoulders.
Meyer’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “Happy now? ”
“Almost. Just one more thing.”
I really wasn’t lying about the dress being in my way. As much as I love the way it accentuates my favourite parts of her body, right now, I need it gone. I tear at the fabric, working to free those tits that drive me absolutely wild. In the process, I hear the unmistakeable sound of material ripping. The front of her dress now gapes open, the seam torn.
Meyer gasps. “Jackson! This cost me two hundred dollars.”
I shrug. “I’ll buy you a new one."
I’d buy her a whole store full of dresses if that would make her happy.
She frowns. “That’s just throwing money away.”
“Worth every fucking penny.” My eyes drink her in. Her lips are swollen, her hair cascades in waves over her shoulders, and her torn dress reveals her hardened nipples. And those blue eyes I adore are clouded in lust. “I love you like this, baby. Love knowing that I’m the one who makes you unravel.”
Meyer grips the lapels of my suit. “You’re awfully cocky this evening, Mr. Vaughan,” she muses. She lets go of my jacket and runs her hands down my chest, my stomach. Stopping at the buckle of my belt, she looks up at me, a sly smile on her lips.
I pull her hands away from my belt. “No. You had your fun last time. Now it’s my turn.” I tug on the lobe of her ear with my teeth. Then I set my tone low as I murmur in her ear. “So you’re going to be a good fucking girl and turn around for me. ”
I can see that spark of rebellion in her eyes—that part of her that likes saying no just for the hell of it. But it’s gone just as fast, replaced by pure heat. Try as she might to deny it, this turns her on.
She spins, giving me her back. The smooth expanse of skin has been exposed all night, taunting me. Her blonde locks fall down her back now, just the way I like them. Her fancy hairdo was nice, but I much prefer this look.
“Did I tell you how pretty you looked tonight?” I ask. She shakes her head, and I tsk . “How rude of me. Because you, Meyer, are so fucking beautiful.”
And she is. I’ve known it since I laid eyes on her that first day in the restaurant. She’s always had my attention, but now that I’ve gotten to know her, she’s beautiful to me for so many reasons beyond the physical.
Reaching around her front, I take one of her breasts in my hand, kneading the skin. Meyer’s back arches as she moans.
“You like that, baby?” I ask. “You like when I play with your pretty tits?”
“ Yes ,” she breathes.
I place kisses behind her ear, on her shoulder, and then at the top of her spine. My hands trail down her outer thighs and then slip under the hem of her dress. As I bunch the material up at her waist, I’m met with nothing but silky skin.
“You said you didn’t want to do this again,” I muse.
“I didn’t,” she insists.
“Then why aren’t you wearing any panties, Ms. Ellison?”
Her breath hitches as I reach around her, my fingers dipping between her legs to brush against her clit. With my knee, I nudge her legs farther apart so I can fit into the space between them.
“You know what I think?”
“Hmm?” she hums, distracted.
“I think,” I say, lips beside her ear, “that you’re a liar.”
She opens her mouth to protest, but a moan falls from her lips instead as my fingers enter her swiftly. She grapples for purchase on the island, gripping the edge with both hands.
“Not a liar.” She shakes her head. “I just changed my mind.”
My fingers pumps in and out, and Meyer’s hips move with them, seeking friction.
“God, you’re so wet, baby. Is that all for me?”
She writhes before me. “You know it is.”
When her breathing changes, I can tell she’s getting close, so I slip my fingers from her pussy. She whines in protest.
I pull out a condom, and then I slide my zipper down and free my cock from the confines of my pants. Meyer pushes her ass back into me, searching. I roll the condom on.
“Jackson,” she breathes.
“Say my name, baby. Tell me how much you want me.”
Lining my cock up with her entrance, I tease her slit with the tip, but I don’t push inside yet.
She slaps the island. “If you aren’t inside me in the next thirty seconds, I swear…” she says. But her threat holds no weight.
“Say please, baby. Ask nicely.”
She growls. “ Please , Jackson. Fuck me already.”
Grinning, I say, “That’s a good girl. ”
I thrust forward. Meyer’s hips slam against the island as my cock gets buried in her pussy. We both moan, but I still, allowing her a moment to adjust.
“You good?”
“You’re going to have to fuck me a lot harder than that to break me, Hotshot.”
I grin. I lean forward, letting my lips brush the shell of her ear again. “Is that a challenge?”
“If that’s what it takes to get you to move .”
I oblige. I draw back, only to thrust forward again. I brace my hands on her hips, giving myself leverage to bury myself inside her, over and over again.
“ Jackson .”
I reach around again, finding Meyer’s clit. Adding pressure, I keep thrusting. My other hand stays anchored to her hip, holding her in place.
“Let go, baby. Come for me.”
With my words and the increased pressure, she does. Meyer slumps against the island, her orgasm overwhelming her. Her pussy pulses around my cock, and the feeling spurs on my own release. I pump into her a couple more times and then come with a groan.
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
I place a gentle kiss on her shoulder, and then I pull out of her. I dispose of the condom and then tuck myself back into my pants as she spins around to face me. Her cheeks are beautifully flushed and her eyes are bright. I could look at her all goddamn night.
Meyer holds the ripped shreds of her dress against her chest. “I’m going to shower,” she says with a grin. “Want to join me?”
I’m already unbuttoning my shirt. “Right behind you, baby.”
In the shower, we take our time getting clean, and then I fall asleep in Meyer’s bed, my legs tangled with hers.