Chapter 16 Jackson #2
“Right?” I’m relieved to see her teasing smile return. “I might be facing charges. Jail time even.”
“Right.” She rolls her eyes. “And Jackson?”
“Yeah?”
“I haven’t.” Her eyes darken. “Changed my mind, that is.”
Oh, thank fuck.
I take the quickest shower known to man, and minutes later, I’m leading Rosalie outside. We’re ten steps off the porch when the clouds that have been swirling in the sky most of the late afternoon take this opportunity to open.
“Shit!” I take her hand. “We’ve gotta make a run for it.”
Rain drops chase us toward the detached building just as a crack of thunder booms. It must startle Rosalie, because Mr. Darcy drops to the ground with a thud.
“Oh, no!” Rosalie tugs my hand and motions to the dildo. “Not Mr. Darcy!”
It landed in the dirt, rain pelting the silicone base to make a puddle of mud.
“Leave him.” I wince, pulling her toward shelter from the rain. “He’s no good to us now.”
The entire thing is so ridiculous, and we’re out of breath and laughing as we make it to our shelter.
My laughter fades as I take her in. It was a short race through the rain, but she’s wet enough that her clothes cling to every curve of her body.
I’ve always appreciated Rosalie’s beauty.
Her sharp features and dark eyes would make anyone stare.
But in this version—the one where laugh lines peek around her mouth and the corners of her eyes; where she’s not wearing much makeup, if any at all, and her hair curls with the moisture—I can’t seem to look anywhere else.
She’s goddamn breathtaking.
She’s unfiltered perfection.
And for tonight, she’s all mine.
If we had a script, it vaporizes from my mind. I can’t remember any lines from this book, nor do I give a fuck. It’s impossible to hold any intelligent thought when the most beautiful woman in the world is standing a breath away.
I step forward, leaning down to cover her mouth with mine in a sensual kiss. My mouth moves slowly, savoring the taste of her lips. My touch is unhurried as I trace the lines of her body. She shivers in my arms.
“Cold?” I ask.
“It’s the wet clothes.”
“I agree,” I murmur against her mouth, then move my kisses down the column of her throat. “They need to go.”
The hum of her agreement is all the encouragement I need to peel off her shirt, bra, shorts, and underwear. I step back and appraise my handiwork. She moves her hands to cover her body, unease clouding her gaze.
“Hey.” I bring her stare to mine. “What’s wrong?”
She swallows hard, and shakes her head as if she doesn’t want to answer. Maybe it’s just the lighting, but she looks close to tears. She definitely doesn’t look pleased or excited.
Fuck. I’m fucking this up.
“Tell me. Did I do something? Are you having second thoughts?” I’m usually good at reading signals, but I must have missed something. “Because you don’t owe me a damn thing. We can go back inside. We can stop.”
“No.” She glances at the floorboards. “It’s not that. I just feel so naked.”
Confusion furrows my brow.
“I’ve seen you naked before, Rosalie.”
“Yeah.” She crosses her arms over her body, hiding herself.
“Well, last night I was high, and the time before that it was dark. Now. Here.” She blows out a frustrated breath.
“Under these lights you look like a goddamn Adonis and I’m just .
. . me.” She shakes her head, still not quite meeting my gaze.
“Like, I know no one is perfect, but I’m far from being the object of anyone’s desire. ”
“The fuck you aren’t.” The answer flies past my lips without hesitation or propriety. I take a step forward, crowding her, and take her wrists in my hands so I can drag them down to her sides. “You are so beautiful it’s hard to remember anything else.”
“You’re just saying that.”
She won’t quite meet my eyes. I’ve never seen this side of her.
She’s always so sure of herself. So opinionated.
Her insecurities seem so out of character that for a second I question whether I read the wrong book and she’s playing a character.
But no. There’s nothing pretend about the emotion in her eyes when they lift to mine.
“I wish I was. Fuck, Rosalie. Swear to God, if you asked me to get on all fours and bark like a dog, I’d do it in a second.”
This earns me a grin.
I run my hands up her arms, massaging her shoulders, and then move my fingers to her chest. I trace the curve of her breasts and cup them in my hands. “I’d do anything you asked me to right now. You’re so fucking perfect . . . and pretty . . . and smart.”
“You’re just saying that to get in my pants.”
Her reply is masked in teasing, but it’s too late. She can’t hide or erase the vulnerability she just showed.
“I wish I were.” I lean my forehead against hers, moving my hands down to her hips and hug her close enough she can feel every hard inch of my arousal. “Unfortunately for me, and fortunately for you, I would do anything you asked with one flash of your perfect tits.”
She chuckles and shakes her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Am I?”
“They aren’t even that big.”
“Blasphemy. They’re perfect.” I cup them again in my hands, this time flicking her hard nipples with my thumbs. “See. They fit perfectly in my hands.”
“Maybe you have small hands.”
My mouth curves into a smile. “Are you disappointed by my hand size? Or the size of other things?” I gently thrust my hips forward and capture her mouth in a kiss that sends my pulse racing.
“No complaints in that department.” She says between kisses.
“Good.” I kiss her back and slip a hand between her legs. “Because I’ve spent every waking moment today thinking about sliding into your perfect cunt.”
She gasps as I plunge a finger between her folds. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and even through my wet T-shirt, I wonder if her nails will leave a mark. Fuck, I hope they do.
Moving my fingers inside her, I fuck her with one hand and relish in every sexy moan she makes while I assault her nipples with my mouth.
Her body softens as she releases all those nerves from before.
How dare anyone make her feel she isn’t fucking perfect just the way she is?
I make it my personal mission to chase those insecurities from her mind.
Kissing. Sucking. Caressing. I overwhelm her senses until there’s nothing but her pleasure. My mouth waters as her scent fills this space and it’s then I remember the damn book.
“On the hay.” I pull my hands from her body and take a step back. “I need to taste you.”
She blinks at me, her gaze almost unfocused, before she frowns. “I was so close!”
Her complaint makes me grin. I’m happy to make her as crazy with lust as I am.
“Oh, you’re gonna get there. But it’s gonna be with my mouth between your legs. I want you to ride my face.”
Recollection dawns in her gaze and she bites her lower lip to hide her smile. As if she too is just remembering the book. “Okay, but you’re wearing too many clothes.”
“That can be fixed.”
She struts over to the hay bales and climbs onto the makeshift bed. I follow, ditching every piece of clothing, including my boots and socks.
Sitting at her side, I cup her jaw and give her a kiss. “You ready?”
“Um, yeah.” Her cheeks bloom with pink. She looks at me, and then eyes the open space on the blankets. Has she never done this before? A thrill runs down my spine at the idea of being the one to show her how good this position can be.
“Come on, darlin’.” I lay back and shoot her a wink. “Don’t be shy. Ride me.”
She scootches over, then pushes onto her knees and carefully lifts one to straddle my face.
She lowers herself slowly. At first, I think she’s teasing me.
The sweetness between her legs is still inches from meeting my mouth, and the desire to taste her drives me wild with anticipation.
But when my mouth finally makes contact and she hovers, I realize she might be worried to give me her full body weight.
I almost scoff at the idea. I’m a motherfucking cowboy.
I was built for this, and I can take a lot more than she weighs.
Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I give a hard tug, pulling her down in one swift move so that her pussy smothers my face.
We both groan.
I urge her to move her hips, guiding them with my hands. It doesn’t take long for her timidness to fade. I lick and moan along her sensitive skin as she rubs her clit over my mouth. The rumbling of the thunderstorm takes a back seat to her pleased hums that grow louder with each passing moment.
Eating pussy is one of my favorite things, and Rosalie doesn’t disappoint. My cock aches for her sweetness while my mouth laps her up. I could do this all night. Hell, I would if she let me.
“Oh, God. I’m almost there.” She grinds down harder and her thighs begin to tremble. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I grab her thighs, holding her on my mouth as she shivers and shakes above me.
Inside, I chant the same chorus of yesses, overjoyed to taste her burst of pleasure.
She falls forward and yanks her sweetness from my reach, bracing herself over me as the last current of her orgasm courses through her body. “Oh, my!” she gasps.
I give her butt a playful slap.
She moves completely off my body and flops onto her side with a genuine sigh of satisfaction.
I give her a few seconds to catch her breath before rolling next to her. I spoon her back and kiss along the back of her neck. “You’re so fucking sexy when you come.”
“Thanks.” She laughs lightly. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Good.” I rest my hand on her hip and roll us both forward so she’s beneath me. I pull her up with me as I bend my knees. “Let’s see if I can get you to do that again.” I kiss down her spine and press her palms onto the blanket. “Arch your back for me.”
She does and her hips tilt at the perfect angle, showing off her glistening, swollen center. Even though I just ate her out, my mouth waters for another taste. “You look so fucking sexy. You know that?”
My cock weeps with precum, wishing it could be the appendage wrapped inside her heat. Have some patience, bud. I’m not about to embarrass myself. If I slide inside Rosalie now, I’ll nut in less than a minute. A real man doesn’t promise another orgasm and not deliver.
If Mr. Darcy hadn’t fallen into the mud, I’d use him to fuck her and press my tongue to her asshole. But since he’s not in use, I improvise, plunging two fingers inside her pussy.
“Please. More,” she gasps, rocking back to take me deeper. “I need more.”
I love this side of Rosalie. Whatever insecurities she had before have been fully erased and she’s not holding back. Now, it’s my job to make this so good she can’t help but want to do it again. All damn week if I’m lucky.