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The cotton rubs against my nipples, and I bite my lip as my body awakens for him. The look in his eyes makes me think I’m dancing the tango with the devil himself. God, I’m so ready to sin with him.

I drop the shirt to the floor and then crawl back onto the bed.

Taking hold of the cotton wrapped around his thighs, I say, “You won’t be needing these either.

” I pull his boxer briefs down and toss them over my shoulder.

Repositioning myself, I hover over him and whisper, “You know what we really don’t need? ”

“What’s that?”

“I’m on the pill. What if . . .?”

Sexually, we’ve been exclusive since we started being together last summer, so I don’t have doubts about our history. We took tests a long time ago.

With confidence in spades, he doesn’t whisper, he growls, “You want to ride my bare cock?”

I seat myself above just the thought turning me on as the tip teases my entrance. “I want you. I want to feel all of you. And since we’re breaking the rules—” I sink down and start rocking.

A gasp escapes me when I’m lifted by the hips and brought down over his thick length. The pleasure buries the pain of the stretch he induces, both of us moaning in unison as my head dips back from the sudden intensity.

I lean forward, leveraging my hands on his chest. The sight of his pleasure is caught in his face. He closes his mouth and licks his lips again. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

“Is there a sweeter way to die than in pure ecstasy?”

He grins, sitting forward as I lift and fall over him again and again. As he weaves his fingers into my hair, there’s no fighting against his strength as he brings me in for a kiss. Our bodies slow, and each inch becomes achingly delicious.

With our mouths pressed together, he swallows every one of my breaths, leaving me panting. We rip apart, and I fuck him as he fucks me with the sound of our slick bodies engulfing me.

As he stares into my eyes, he’s a man with a hunger only I can satisfy. Our bodies move in tandem together and smoothly apart again. His hands move to my breasts and squeeze before one goes lower to slip between us and slide the tip of his fingers through my lower lips.

As I ride him, our lips reconnect, our bodies coming together—sliding, grinding, thrusting—until his finger finds and then teases the spot that makes me sing his name as it slips from the tip of my tongue.

I open my eyes just to see that look in his eyes again.

He makes me feel like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

He stares at me in awe and wonder, his eyes traveling my body as if I might not be real, and he’s afraid I’ll disappear.

I’m sexy under his gaze, devious, and desperate for his touch.

It’s all too much to hold on to for long, and I don’t. I can’t. My breath is jagged, my heart beats uncontrollably, and my body hums, feeling so alive with him inside me.

Ecstasy pulses through my veins just as a growl surges through his chest. I cling to him, wanting him deeper, so deep that we lose sight of where my body ends and his begins.

I’m flipped onto my back. His head dips to my shoulder, his eyes closed and pumping so deeply that there’s no getting lost. I feel every inch of him claiming every ounce of me thrust by glorious thrust. It’s then that I know it doesn’t matter how much I want this to last all night.

There’s no way to hold back. Not with him.

Our bodies meet with every pounding between us. Pushing. Shoving, Taking. Coming. I dig my nails into his shoulders, spurring him on.

Harder.

Faster.

“So good,” I moan in the hedonism of our bond.

“The taste of your sweat turns me on.” He whispers the naughty confession in my ear before he slides down to lick my collarbone.

His flattened tongue laps me up until his breath trips and his drive becomes erratic. His moans in my ear, his whispers of encouragement and good girl send me spiraling into the abyss once more until my body is nothing but thrilling tremors.

He falls right with me, prodding so hard that I know I’ll feel it tomorrow. I need this, though, to forget space and time, forget my troubles, and live in this bliss. Even if momentarily.

It’s over too fast as our breaths remain heavy and our bodies wake in the twilight of the aftermath.

As we lay together so entwined in each other, my wish was granted for just a little while. And I love that. So much. I’ll never have enough of him. The feel of him. The sound of him vibrating in my ears. The feel of his hard body joined with mine. This feels so right. Every single time.

The weight of his body consumes me, but I don’t push him away. I wrap my arms around him instead. After peppering small kisses on his skin, I lie there, appreciating that it’s only him and me. I’m willing to remain wrapped in his arms all night and well into the morning if he’ll let me.

Eventually, he rolls to the side, draping his arm across his forehead. My breathing evens again as my ribs expand. He looks at me with a smile. “You’re fucking amazing.”

I lean over and kiss his shoulder. “You are, too. So amazing.” Wanting to try to capture more of the closeness we just shared, I roll to my side and snuggle around him, resting my head on his chest. When his arm lowers around my back, I claim more of his real estate by putting my leg over his, taking full advantage of what this position brings me.

Despite how great the sex is, the pieces of our physical connection aren’t holding us together.

It’s our communication and understanding of what the other needs.

I’ve never been so in tune with someone else as I am with him.

The fear and doubts I’ve been carrying around, even the uncertainty, have evaporated under the sweet kisses of this man.

A yawn overcomes me as my earlier exhaustion returns.

I take a mental note of his scent—where the ocean meets the shore of the deep woods—and the feel of his hard muscles against me, memorizing all I can about him before I fall asleep so I can remember everything about this moment forever.

The steady comfort of his beating heart gives me the peace to rest in this bliss without worrying about what tomorrow brings.

Jackson kisses the top of my head. “Are you hungry?”