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)
“Don’t look at me like that.” He raked his hand over his hair. “You’re gorgeous, and that’s not even close to being the best part about you. Every time you let me in to that head of yours, I feel like the luckiest asshole on the planet, and there’s nothing I’ve found that would make me want you any less. God, everything about you pulls me in closer without even trying. Like I said—I can own that. And sure, the way I feel about you scares the shit out of me, but that’s what tells me it’s real. So yeah, I’ll respect your lack of feelings because I feel way too much, but please don’t tell me that I can’t want you, because I do. And I’m sure of this enough to wait until you’re in a place to see just how amazing you—”
I stopped his words with my lips.
Chapter Eleven
Jackson
One second I was laying into the woman about how incredible she was, and the next, she was pressed against me with her mouth on mine.
I lost a heartbeat or two in shock, but I got with the program in the next breath, wrapping an arm around her waist and cradling the nape of her neck with the other.
“Morgan?” I whispered against her lips in question.
“Kiss me, Jackson,” she demanded, looping her arms around my neck.
The words struck me like a match to a pile of kindling—the flame instant and consuming. I locked down the need pounding through my veins and kissed her gently, savoring her quick intake of breath and the way she rose against me for more. I was not going to fuck this up by moving too fast. I’d keep up these light, sipping kisses all night if that kept her in my arms. Sound plan. Take it slow.
She swept her tongue over my lower lip, then gently tugged it between her teeth.
Fuck the plan.
I kissed her deep, sinking my tongue between her parted lips with a groan I couldn’t contain. She tasted sweeter than I could have imagined, citrus with a hint of vanilla on her lips. Her arms tightened around me, and I tilted her head slightly so I could sink into her mouth over and over, learning every curve and line as her tongue rubbed and swirled around mine. More. I wanted more.
I wanted to kiss her until neither of us could remember any kiss that came before this one. My fingers flexed at her waist, holding her tight as our mouths moved together like we’d been kissing for years, not minutes. She fit perfectly against me, soft and curved everywhere I wasn’t. My hand slid into her hair as the back of her dress whipped at my arm in the wind. Do not think about what’s under it.
She gasped as another gust lifted the fabric, but she dove back into the kiss, her tongue darting into my mouth with little flicks that drove my need for her higher and wound me tighter. I lowered my arm over the curve of her ass and lifted, keeping my fingers splayed on her hip as I pivoted and took three steps, putting her back against the lighthouse so I could use my body to shelter her from the wind.
Her eyes flared at the contact, and I rested my forehead against hers as our breaths became choppy and harsh. Fuck me, how was I ever going to stop kissing her? She was one of those drugs you were never supposed to experiment with—one hit and I was addicted.
“Too much?” I asked, my voice rough as I lowered her feet to the deck.
She shook her head slowly, then ran her tongue over her lower lip. “Not enough.” Her knee rose against the outside of my thigh.
I muttered a curse, then filled my hands with her ass and picked her up the way I’d wanted to since the moment I’d found those curves dangling in my face. Her long legs wrapped around my waist, her ankles locking at the small of my back as I brought my mouth to hers.
She whimpered, one of her hands in my hair and the other holding the nape of my neck like I was a prisoner instead of a more-than-willing participant. The sound didn’t help the current situation in my shorts, and I didn’t honestly care. I kissed her deeper just so I could hear it again.
She ripped her mouth from mine and tilted her head back as she gasped for a breath. I moved to her neck, kissing a path down the slender, soft column and pausing to suck gently at the spots that made her grip tighten.
“Jackson,” she moaned when I reached the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
I rocked against her instinctively, then stilled, letting my breath release slowly as I counted to five. The woman had me dancing on the edge of my self-control. I could have blamed it on my months of celibacy, but it was simply Morgan. Everything about her turned me on, and getting her in my hands and under my mouth robbed me of every logical thought, which wasn’t good for either of us. I had to slow this down before we went too far.