Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Roxanne
I had barely gotten in the house and shut the front door when a loud banging on it startled me. I jumped, adrenaline instantly flooding my veins, and peered out the small window in the top of the door.
On the other side, looking either impatient or angry, was Jackson Stone.
I was so surprised to see him that I opened the door without giving myself some time to mentally prepare.
“Jackson?” I said, a question in my voice. “What are you doing here? Les isn’t…”
“I don’t give a shit about Les,” he growled, pushing me inside. “I didn’t come to see him.”
His mouth came crashing down on mine, with none of the gentleness of the last time.
He grabbed me, one hand around my waist, the other fisting my hair, yanking my head back just hard enough that I cried out a little.
He tasted like tobacco, and sex. The way his tongue wrapped around mine, insistent and demanding, made me feel faint.
Dizzily, I almost lost my balance, but Jackson’s arm held me up, bracing me against him.
The huge, hard need of his cock pressed low against my stomach, making me angle my hips upward.
I wanted him to press himself against me there, where the ache had started.
A soft mewl escaped my lips as I felt my hips begin to grind against him, seeking relief.
A low, animal sound ripped from his throat, He drew me against him roughly, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as I let go of any remaining urge to resist. But just then, Jackson froze. For a moment, neither of us moved.
“Fuck,” he spat. “Goddamn it.” His grip on me lessened slightly.
“Jackson,” I panted. “What is it?”
“Rox,” he rasped. “I’ve been trying like hell to stay away from you since I got into town. I’m only here because I can’t fucking take it anymore.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “Why?” I asked breathlessly. “Why have you been trying to stay away from me?”
His eyes locked on mine, dark and so intense he looked angry.
“Because I’ve got one damn thing on my mind, and it ain’t romance.
I’m imagining a hundred different ways to fuck you, Rox, and I have been since the first time I saw you.
I thought I could push it away, but it’s no goddamn use.
I want to do every filthy fucking thing to you I’ve been thinking about since I laid eyes on you. ”
I probably should have been upset by his crude words, but the honest truth was, they were having the exact opposite effect.
My pulse quickened as I imagined him doing exactly what he said he wanted to — taking me hard, and fast. I shivered in his arms, my nipples pebbling at the thought.
I was almost afraid to move, afraid he’d let go of me abruptly, as he had last time, and leave before I could stop him.
Jackson’s jaw tensed, his expression hard and dark. “Rox, I want you so bad I can barely think straight right now. But I won’t do a damn thing you don’t want me to. Say the word, and I’ll leave, and somehow I’ll manage to stay away from you until I leave Lupine.”
I trembled slightly. “I don’t want you to stay away from me,” I whispered. “I want… I want you to do everything you’ve been thinking about. I want that, too.”
“Fuck,” he growled. His tone was anguished, almost like he was in pain.
Then his mouth was on mine again, his hands roaming over my body, pushing up my shirt roughly to cup my breasts.
His lips left mine, traveling down my neck, whiskers burning the sensitive skin.
I opened my mouth and gasped at how good it felt, how raw.
Between my legs, I was suddenly soaking wet.
My body was already anticipating his touch down there, knowing how close I already was — how quickly he could make me come right now, if he wanted to.
I wasn’t sure if this was just a one-time thing. I didn’t know anything about anything except this moment. All I knew was I wanted Jackson Stone to take me, to use me, every which way he knew how. I knew my heart might pay for it later, but I didn’t care. My body had overridden everything else.
But then a thought occurred to me through the fog of desire. Something I didn’t want to deal with right now.
“Jackson,” I panted. “Les might come home. I don’t want…”
He didn’t let me finish my sentence. “Come with me,” he said, taking my arm and fairly pulling me out the door. His voice made it clear it wasn’t a request.
Jackson led me to his bike, climbing on wordlessly and motioning with his head for me to get on behind him.
I did as I was told, not asking any questions.
I’d barely managed to settle myself on the back of the bike and wrap my arms around him before he fired it up and accelerated out into the street.
The vibrations of the bike underneath me teased my already aching core, making me wriggle and squirm in spite of myself.
My hair was in my eyes, my body reveling in the sensation of being so close to him as we flew past stop signs, passing slower cars like speed limits didn’t exist. I knew Jackson was heading for his own neighborhood, and I slid forward on the street and gripped him more tightly around his waist, trembling with anticipation.
In barely any time at all, we were in his driveway.
I almost stumbled as I got off the bike, and then his hand was gripping my wrist again, pulling me inside his house.
In the entryway, he pushed me up against the wall next to the door, then grabbed both my wrists and held them together. “Last chance to back down,” he said, his voice tight.
“Jackson,” I breathed. “I don’t want to back down.”
Then I was being carried to his bedroom before I even knew I was in his arms. He set me down on the bed and the thin T-shirt and shorts I had been wearing were gone and on the floor in a heartbeat.
Jackson stood up from the bed then, gazing down at my nearly naked body with eyes that were laser-focused.
“Fuck. I’ve imagined what you’d look like a thousand times,” he muttered. “It was never nearly this good. You’re goddamn gorgeous, Roxy, do you know that?”
I felt my face flush hot, and resisted the urge to protest, or cover myself. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I risked with a shaky laugh.
He pulled his shirt over his head and kicked his jeans to the floor.
He stood before me, in all his naked glory.
My eyes widened as I stared at his massive, hard length.
I’d never seen one this big before. A moment of hesitation was replaced by a deep pang of need.
“Jackson,” I whimpered, the ache between my thighs turning to a throb.
He moved toward me, and I lay back, expecting for him to move on top of me. Instead, he sank into the mattress and grabbed hold of my thighs, spreading them with his large hands.
“I’m gonna make you come, baby,” he told me. “You’re gonna come on my tongue, and then I’m gonna fuck you, and by the time I’m done with you, you’re not gonna know which way is up and which way is down.”
His fingers began to stroke lightly between my thighs, exploring, as I threw back my head and moaned.
“Jesus,” he marveled. “You’re so wet for me, baby.
So fucking wet.” I could feel his eyes on me, watching my face as he teased me.
My breathing sped up, coming in short gasps, my breasts heaving as I arched toward him.
Then his lips were on my stomach, practically burning the flesh as he kissed and licked his way upward.
His tongue flicked against first one nipple, and then the other.
My fingers dug into the sheets, clenching them as I cried out.
Below, his fingers continued to stroke, and my thighs fell open even further. My hips arched upward, needing more.
“Jackson!” His name ripped from my throat as he pushed one finger deep inside me.
A low rumble sounded deep in his chest. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Yes,” I panted. “Oh, God! Jackson, I want you to make me come. Please, make me come! It’s so good!”
He moved lower then, his breath tickling my thighs.
“Goddamn, I’ve wanted to taste you for so long,” he murmured.
Then, the heat of his tongue slid slowly against my throbbing clit, excruciating and delicious.
I cried out, knowing that I was on the verge already.
He knew it, too, and slowed, plunging his tongue deep inside me.
Then he lightened his touch, lapping softly at me as I strained and bucked toward his tongue.
I was half-crazy with need, wanting to come and wanting it to never end.
The throbbing was so intense now that I could hear the beat of my blood in my ears.
My fingers clutched harder at the sheets, my head thrashing back and forth as I heard myself start to beg him.
Then, with one final lap, he brought me crashing over the edge, holding my hips and continuing to lick and suck me as I bucked and writhed, calling his name over and over.
I was still coming down from the heights of my climax when Jackson moved over me, and I heard the crinkling sound of a condom wrapper.
I just barely had time to take a deep breath in preparation when he slid his hands under my hips and guided me toward him.
He slid himself slowly inside me, and I gasped at his girth as I stretched to take him, until finally he was inside me to the hilt. I opened my eyes and our gazes locked.
“Roxy,” he rasped, his voice tight. “I’m not gonna last long.”
Then, he was pumping into me, hard and fast. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
He filled me, the pain turning to pleasure, until everything fell away except the rhythm of our bodies as they joined together.
He took me harder, harder, every time he thrust into me better than the last. I felt myself begin to climb upwards again, spiraling so fast I barely knew what was happening, until finally he thrust one final time and shouted my name as he emptied himself, my channel spasming and clutching as I came again around him.