Chapter 32
CHAPTER 32
We both listened to the sound of Matt's car roar to a start. Jackson looked at me. I cleared my throat, trying to assess just how awkward this was going to be.
“How much of that fight did you hear?”
“Enough,” he said. I watched as he walked towards me and then set the cake on the counter. Mortified doesn’t even begin to cover how I felt. My mortification level was so high, that I could barely breathe.
I couldn’t look at him.
“Well then,” I said staring at my feet, “I think I'm going to go to bed. Thanks for coming tonight and I apologize for how awkward this must have been for you.”
I started to walk past him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to stop in front of him. I couldn’t look at his face, so I just stared straight ahead at his enormous chest.
He reached down and very gently lifted my chin so that I stared up at his face. He looked concerned. “What’s going on with you and Matt?”
The greatest irony in this entire night was that I was more embarrassed and concerned about Jackson finding out about my feelings than I was about the fact that my fiancé admitted to cheating on me with my bitch friend before walking out on me.
“Nothing good,” I said truthfully, my eyes dropping back down to his chest. I couldn’t bear to see pity or compassion in his eyes.
“Is it over between you two?”
“I think so.”
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know.”
He didn’t say anything. I only wanted to go upstairs and crawl into bed.
“I'm sorry for embarrassing you. Tonight was bad.”
I looked up at his face. Green eyes held my gaze.
“I'm going to bed.” I moved past him.
I walked upstairs and had the longest shower of my life, wishing that the water could wash away tonight. I pulled on a pair of panties and a tank top. I was just about to climb into bed when I heard a soft knock on the door. I grabbed a throw blanket off my bed and wrapped it around my body.
I opened the door. Jackson stood in the dark hallway. He was wearing a pair of grey drawstring shorts and no shirt. His features were hard to see in the dim light, but he seemed impossibly big. We stood looking at each other for a long moment. My stupid heart was beating a thousand miles a minute.
“You can’t go to bed without opening my birthday present.”
Tears stung my eyes. “What?”
He pulled a flat perfectly wrapped gift from behind his back. “Happy Birthday.”
With trembling fingers, I took it from his hand. “What is it?”
“You have to open it to find out.”
I unwrapped a book entitled “Wet dog: A comedy for you, a horror story for your dog. Don’t let them read in the dark. ”
It was a photo book of hundreds of dogs taking baths.
I started to laugh and fought to not burst into tears. “Thank you. This is so perfect.”
“I thought you might appreciate the humor.”
“I love it so much.” I clasped the book tightly to my chest. I couldn’t drag my eyes off the floor. “Jackson…I'm sorry. Tonight was…”
My voice trailed off. He stood in front of me, patiently waiting.
I took a deep breath. “I'm sorry about tonight. I hope what you heard doesn’t wreck our friendship.”
“He said you were all mine.”
“What?” My head jerked up so I could see his face. His pupils were so big, and his green eyes looked dark.
I gasped as he reached out and tugged me against the warm skin of his bare chest. His hand reached into my hair, and he pulled my head back. His mouth came over mine. Rough. Possessive. Taking more than giving. I moaned, and the book and blanket fell to my feet as I put my arms around his neck. He picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he pinned me against the wall as his mouth did a slow assault on mine. I felt his hands on my bottom, and he hauled me up, grinding himself against me. I gasped as his mouth trailed down over my neck, hitting every nerve along the way.
He lifted his head and looked at me. “Tell me to stop.”
I thought my heart would pound right out of my chest. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I didn’t want it to end.
“Again.” My fingers wrapped in his hair, and I pulled his mouth down to mine again. He rewarded me with another mind-blowing kiss. The entire Universe spun.
I felt him walking, and then I was being lowered down onto his bed.
“Emily,” he breathed. He was lying between my legs but held himself above me with his arms. He looked down at me, his eyes running over my face .
A terrible thought crashed in, piercing my brain.
“Is this because you feel sorry for me?”
He looked a bit shocked, and then a slow smile crossed his face. “Sweetheart, where the fuck do you get these ideas?”
I swallowed. I was having trouble breathing. “I just think that maybe you are trying to make me feel better because you’re so nice to me.”
“I told you, I'm not a nice guy,” he growled, dipping his head down and sucking on my neck until I was arching up against his mouth.
He lifted his head and looked down at me. I felt a warm hand on my stomach and then it was sliding up beneath my tank top. I gasped when his huge hand gently teased my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I had never felt sensations like that. I felt strange sparks shoot down my body.
He watched my face as he slowly pushed my tank top up so that both my breasts were exposed. I couldn’t believe I was lying in Jackson’s bed and he was touching me. Kissing me. With my chest exposed.
I cried out with shock when his mouth latched onto my breast. He sucked me hard while his other hand moved to my other breast.
“Jackson,” I gasped, arching up against his mouth. What was happening? Crazy feelings were flooding my entire body.
“Tell me to stop,” he moved his mouth to my other breast. I bit my lip and tossed my head as he sucked and played with my nipple in his mouth. I had never felt anything like that before in my life. I never wanted it to end.
He lifted his head and looked down at me. “I just want one taste, and then I promise I'll stop.”
“What?” I struggled to keep up with what was happening. One of his hands tugged my panties down over my hips and pulled them away from my body. I raised my head, dizzy with desire, as I saw him drop to the end of the bed, his face between my legs. It took a moment for me to process what he was about to do .
“No,” I gasped, terrified of him tasting me. Terrified of his face so close to my most private place. I tried to close my legs as two huge hands wrapped around my thighs, and then I was being yanked down the bed, so his mouth was right above me.
He looked up at me.
“Please,” he asked, as his firm grip slowly pushed my legs apart, so I was open and exposed to him.
“I’m scared,” I whispered to him.
“Let me do this please,” his voice was low. “If you don’t like it, I'll stop.”
I wanted so bad to please him and was terrified that I would not. “Okay.”
I felt his mouth descend on me. His mouth was warm and wet. Pure sensation overwhelmed me as I felt his mouth begin to devour me.
“Oh God,” I said, as my hands gripped the sheets, as glorious sensations rushed through me. His mouth was torture, tormenting me to the point that I felt feverish, completely desperate and drugged. I could not get enough, yet I was drowning in feeling, my entire body was tightening towards something I didn’t understand.
He didn’t let up on his perfect torture. I jerked against the unrelenting speed and precision of his tongue. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I heard begging and realized it was me, saying please over and over again. His tongue was wicked. Coaxing, demanding, licking, tormenting me to the point of madness. My legs were spread wide of my own volition, and then my fingers were yanking on his hair holding his mouth tighter against me. My hips bucked. I panted so desperately against the escalating pressure that was building inside of me. White light flashed across the back of my eyelids, and my whole body jolted as my orgasm slammed into me, causing my hips to arch off the bed, pushing myself hard against his mouth as I stiffened and then a long guttural moan ripped from me. Rolling magnificent sensations coursed through my body, leaving me lightheaded as I collapsed back on the bed, my arm flung over my face.