Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 145823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Every stroke felt like a higher degree of heaven.
We moved together like this was our hundredth time, not our first. It was effortless and so damned good each time I met his hips with mine that I craved him in the seconds between, when he wasn’t deep inside me. He never faltered, never slowed, never shortened his strokes. The man used his body like a machine to draw every ounce of pleasure possible from my flesh. My nails dug into his back as sweat beaded on our skin.
My breath caught and my eyes widened as I felt that same tight pleasure spiral deep within me. Oh God, was I really going to come again? Was it possible?
“Jackson,” I whimpered.
“God, Morgan.” He cradled the back of my head with one hand, pushed my knee higher with the other, and slid even deeper, changing our angle.
Tight. Everything was tight. My skin, my muscles, my very bones stiffened as my cries came in time with his thrusts.
He slid his hand down my thigh and slipped his thumb between us, then worked my clit at an alternating rhythm.
“You have to come for me, baby. I can’t hold out much longer. You feel way too damned good, and I’ve wanted you for too long.”
His words and the look in his eyes sent me to the brink, and then he pushed me right over it with his body.
I cried out his name as the orgasm barreled through me, stronger and deeper than the first had been.
“Yes,” he groaned with a kiss. “I love you.” His grip shifted, and his hips swung with abandon as his control snapped.
I clung to him through the aftershocks of my orgasm, and he joined me with his own, my name on his lips as his face fell to the cradle of my neck as it took him.
Moments passed while we struggled to catch our breath. He rolled to the side so he wouldn’t crush me, taking me with him so my leg still draped over his hip.
His gaze flitted over my features, taking in everything before settling on my eyes. He reached for my face and pressed a kiss to my lips.
“Mine,” he said softly.
I could hardly deny it, nor did I want to. The man had just transformed my entire reality and tethered himself to my soul.
“Mine.” I smiled and kissed him right back.
“True.” He grinned.
We both cleaned up, and neither of us put clothes on as we slid back between the sheets.
He pulled me against him with a kiss. “I think you just changed the tides. That blew every fantasy I’ve ever had clean out of the water.”
“Glad I could live up to the hype.” I kissed his chin. How different this night had turned out, and yet this was exactly where I’d imagined we’d wind up. A thought sobered me, and I pulled away to look at Jackson. “How is Hastings’s leg? I didn’t think to call Christina.”
He swallowed and yanked his gaze from mine, blinking rapidly. “Oh, uh. I’m not sure. I think Garrett mentioned that he might need a screw or two so they can set it.”
My face puckered. “That stinks. I’ll bake some cookies and take them over tomorrow.”
“You are entirely too sweet.” He pulled me into another kiss, and this one deepened. “Shit.”
“What?”
“I only had the one condom. The rest are at my house, and I don’t want to leave you here, all warm and naked, but I also know we’re about three minutes away from starting up again.” His brow puckered.
“Three minutes, huh? You’re certain about that?” I teased.
He lifted a brow, took my hand to his groin, and my entire body liquefied at how hard he already was again.
“Hmm. Good thing I’m a big girl and bought a box myself, because that feels more like two minutes than three.” I stroked him with a pump of my hand.
He groaned, then rolled me to my back with a heart-stopping grin. “Thank God. I knew I fell in love with you for a reason.”
He didn’t make me wait three minutes or even two.
That box was short more than just one condom by the morning.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jackson
I hated working nights. It meant less time with Morgan and Fin because I was always asleep when they were awake and vice versa. But tonight was my last night shift for another month, so I’d just have to suck it up.
After zipping up my flight suit, I checked Fin’s room, but it was empty. The laughter coming from downstairs explained it. I found my girls in the dining room, Finley in a chair with her new cat perched on her lap and Morgan behind her, weaving her hair into another crown of braids that happened to match the very one she was wearing in her hair, but Finley’s had red, white, and blue ribbons threaded through it.