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Her nipple popped from between his lips, and he hissed as the slight prick of pain mingled with his pleasure. Reagan could feel his cock hardening, and she rocked her hips, her wet core rubbing against his length in a search for the release that was building to an overwhelming level. They’d only just started their sexual exploits, had only just shared passionate kisses and touches, but it was enough to send exquisite pleasure to all of her nerve endings.

Not stopping the rhythmic rocking of her hips, she kissed and licked her way across his chest, stopping to give the same attention to his nipples that he gave to hers. His groans only encouraged her to be bold. Her hands reached between them, so her fingers could brush against his cock. With one motion too quick to give her a chance to resist, his arms circled her waist and flipped her until she lay flat with her back pressed against the couch cushions.

“How about fast and furious now and slow and sexy later? Because I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.”

“Oh, God, yes. Do you have a condom? I’m clean and on the pill, but…”

“Hell, yeah, I have a condom. I came prepared because no way in hell was I letting you get away this time. And I’m clean too.”

He pushed himself to his feet, and already she missed the sweet weight of his body next to hers. Pulling the condom from his jeans, he rolled it over his length while Reagan admired every sexy inch of him.

Returning to the couch, he raked her body with his piercing gaze. She fought the urge to squirm and chose to revel in the way he looked at him as if he was a starving man and she was the only one who could satiate his hunger. His fingers lightly caressed her thigh and gently trailed upward, the faint touch driving her crazy with need. When he reached the apex of her thighs, his hand cupped her mound, and she gasped before releasing a moan that encouraged him to continue.

His fingers went to work. Dipping between her pussy lips, his digit circled her clit, first in a slow, torturous motion and building in pressure and intensity until her hips bucked off the couch and her body writhed of its own accord. She could feel her release approaching, and she wondered if her heart would stop before she felt the pleasure coming from what was shaping up to be the most intense orgasm of her life.

He pulled his hand away, a devilish smile touching his lips. Then he was on top of her away, and she moaned at the sweet pressure of his body. He crushed her lips in a searing kiss, lining his cock up at her entrance. Then he gradually pushed his way into her slick channel. Her fingers dug into his back, pulling him to her while angling her hips to encourage him to move faster. Jackson would not be rushed. The feel of her clutching his cock as he moved felt too damn good to rush it.

When he filled her to the hilt, he stopped, deepening their kiss. Pleasure spiraled, and intensity built until Jackson felt the pull of her body urging him to claim her. His hips began to thrust, creating a sweet friction that had them both moaning. Reagan’s legs wrapped around him, and if Jackson hadn’t been so swept away with the desire flooding his system, he would have taken a mental picture of the beauty that was Reagan in the throes of passion, hurtling toward an orgasm he caused.

He broke their kiss, so he could raise up. His hands gripped her hips and pounded into her. Reagan’s moans grew louder, and she uttered encouragement for him to move faster, to not stop, to make her feel so good. His own release was close, but he needed to come first. He wanted to see her fall apart beneath him before he allowed himself to fall over the cliff. Without losing any momentum, his hand snaked between them. His finger worked her clit, pulling and rubbing and applying pressure.

“Jackson!” With his name hanging in the air between them, Reagan shattered. Her pleasure coursed through her in never-ending shock waves. Her head was tilted back her screams of release escaped her lips.

Jackson kept up his pace, extending her orgasm while pushing toward his own. He worked her clit, his gaze zeroed in on her perfect breasts as they bounced from the force of his thrusts. When his release hit, Jackson growled and closed his eyes at the intensity of emptying his seed into the woman who’d captured his soul so effortlessly.

Spent, his body dropped to the couch while swinging her around until she lay on top of him. He positioned her hips where his cock could remain inside her. Reagan couldn’t have resisted if she tried. Her body was limp, and all she could do was rest her head on his chest. Her hair had fallen out of the confines of the bun, and he ran his fingers threw the silky strands until they were splayed over his chest and across his ribs.

He thought she had drifted off to sleep, but then her voice rang out soft and sweet.

“Jackson.”

“Nope. Don’t say anymore. This isn’t one of your books, Ray. You don’t have to know right now how this is going to end. If I have my way, it’s not going to.”

She fell silent, but he waited, certain this conversation wasn’t over.

“I don’t know why I’m afraid.”

“Yes, you do,” he returned. “And it’s okay. I can handle your fear as long as you don’t use it as an excuse to keep us apart. After what we shared, we can’t be apart anymore. I don’t give a shit if it doesn’t make sense or if it defies some kind of cosmic law of relationships. We owe it to ourselves to see where this goes.”

She tiled her head until her chin rested against him, so her soulful eyes could stare up at him. “I feel like we’re starting at a disadvantage already. There’s so much baggage between us that’s not our doing.”

“Who gives a rat’s ass about baggage? I think I was born carrying baggage. All I know is I care for you, Ray. Hell, I may be half in love with you after you rocked my world the way you just did.”

She giggled and dropped a kiss to chest. “I care about you too. I’m not sure how it happened. You’re such a pain in my ass.”

His hands reached up to squeeze the ass she spoke of. “What can I say? I’m sort of obsessed with her sweet ass. And your tits. And your…”

She placed a finger over his mouth to silence him. “Okay, okay. I get it. Look, I’m willing to give this a chance. But I need one thing first.”

His lips kissed her finger because tickling the skin as he spoke. “Name it, Ray.”

“I need you to keep your promise and take me to my bedroom.”

Her eyes glinted with desire, and Jackson’s grin spread wide enough to cause his cheeks to ache.

“You go it!”

They scrambled off the couch, and he lifted her into his arms. Their lips met as he carried her into her bedroom and into their future.