“Mmm, flattery, Gracie? I had no idea you were capable.” He kissed his way over her face to her neck where he found that same jumping vein that he’d tasted before, and bit down. Grace groaned and began to move her hips, building a slow rhythm. Jackson was bigger and a whole lot stronger. He easily held her still, keeping her from hurting herself.
“Not so fast,” he warned. “We have all the time in the world.” He continued his assault on her tempting pulse.
“I want fast, Jackson. Fast is good.”
The sound of her anxious voice made him draw back. He had to grit his teeth against her appeal, but he wouldn’t be cajoled. “No. Slowly this first time, or I could hurt you.” To his horror, he saw a tear trickle down the side of her cheek. He kissed it away. “Next time you can run the show. You can go as wild as you want, I swear to God.”
“I’m holding you to that.”
He leaned down and kissed her. She capitulated finally, relaxing her flexing hips. “Two can play the torture game, you know,” she warned.
He pictured Grace teasing him into a horny stupor. He swore. “I’ll never live through it.”
He resumed his slow, torturous movements, taking his time, needing to make it as pleasurable as possible. He feasted at her gorgeous tits, intent on building her passion. Jackson’s temperature spiked when her inner muscles relaxed for him and he moved into her another inch. Her pussy held him in the tightest fist, and it was too much. Jackson lost it.
He pushed inside of her hard, watching as Grace’s eyes shot wide with pleasure-pain. His mouth came down on hers, swallowing her cries with his kisses, turning pain into desire in an instant. Soon, their bodies were fused together, moving in unison. Jackson braced himself on his elbows on either side of her head and watched as her breasts moved with each thrust, her neck arched, her mouth dropping open. He pushed as deep as he could possibly go, then pulled out all the way and drove into her again, hard and fast.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged him. “Harder, Jackson. Fuck me harder.”
She wrapped her sleek legs around his hips, holding him in her sweet embrace, sending him over the edge and straight into a wildfire. He drove into her pussy one last time and came, hot jets that he wished he could fill her with, mark her forever. In that moment he’d never resented a condom more. Her body pulsed all around his cock, sucking him in farther, milking him dry. Grace collapsed, sated and exhausted.
“Oh, god, that was so worth the wait,” she admitted, a dreamy smile curving her swollen lips.
He very nearly crumpled on top of her, but, mindful of her smaller size, he rolled to keep from crushing her. Jackson worried she’d be sore, it was clear she’d never been with anyone of his size. He had an overpowering need to comfort her, to ensure she had nothing but pretty memories of her first time with him.
Jackson slid out of her boneless body and went to the attached bathroom to dispose of the condom. He grabbed a washcloth, ran warm water over it and brought it to Grace. Her eyes were closed and she had a blissful smile on her lips. His body burned at the sight of her thorough exhaustion. As he bent down and pressed the cloth to the juncture of her thighs, her eyes flew open and her mouth formed a startled O. Neither of them spoke as he cleaned and soothed her sore flesh. Next he removed the rope and massaged her tender skin, paying special attention to the pink flesh of her breasts. As he slid into bed beside her and pulled her pliant body up against him, he felt her start to move. Jackson held her firm.
“Going somewhere?”
“I should get back to my own bed. We do have the conference to think about, you know.”
“Stay. Please.”
She hesitated a moment, but when she finally lay down next to him, his heart swelled. He pulled her close, wrapping his larger body protectively around her smaller one. She wiggled against him, pushing her soft, round bottom against his groin. The cleft of her ass created the perfect cradle for his dick, and he had to bite back a groan. She wiggled a little more, and he clutched her hip in one hand to hold her still. “There really are a lot of mirrors in these bedrooms, huh?” she mumbled, her voice drowsy, only half aware.
“Yeah. At first I thought it would be exciting to watch you in them while I fucked you, but I was too busy watching you to pay any attention to the mirrors.” She fidgeted some more, and Jackson growled, “Enough, or I’m going to fuck this hot little ass too.”
“Mmm, you don’t have it in you. You’re too old for that sort of exertion.”
He swatted one cheek. “I’m going to love it when you have to eat those words, pet.”
“Promises, promises,” she breathed. Seconds later, she was snoring.
Jackson smo
othed her hair away from her cheek and kissed her. Damn, he couldn’t let her go now. Convincing her they belonged together wasn’t going to be easy, though. His cock stirred to life as she pushed more firmly against him. He had to bite back a curse. Sleeping wasn’t going to be easy, either. Somehow he’d have to figure out a way to do both.
Chapter Eight
As Grace came awake, her senses tuned into her surroundings and she frowned. A warm male body lay plastered against her back. Oh, no, Jackson. In a wave of images, the night before came crashing in on her. The nightcap. The sex. The rope. Oh God, the rope. Her breasts tingled as she thought about the sensation of being bound. She already wanted to do it again. How messed up was that?
One dinner together and she’d flung all her convictions to stay away from the handsome man right out the window. She could blame it on the city. Vegas was known as Sin City for a reason, right? Hell, she could even blame it on Jackson and his talented seduction. There wasn’t a woman on the planet who would fault her. But it wouldn’t be the truth. The truth smacked her in the face like a Mack truck. She’d fallen. Head over heels fallen. She wasn’t even sure when it had happened. Probably the day her face had gotten in the way of his basketball game after they’d first met. His sexy grin and devilish good looks were enough to make any woman melt. Observing—and fighting—him this past year had sealed her fate. Still, he didn’t have to know. Just because she was in love with the man didn’t mean it needed to become public knowledge.
As delicately as possible, Grace lifted Jackson’s arm from around her waist and slipped silently from the bed. She took two steps before he shifted, turned onto his stomach and started snoring. Grace watched him sleep, indulging in a rare moment of having Jackson off guard. Awake, he was a force to be reckoned with. Asleep, he seemed almost tender. He moved his leg, and the sheet fell away, giving her the perfect view of his naked ass. God, no wonder she’d fallen so fast. Who could possibly hold out against all that tanned, muscled flesh? Move your butt, Grace, he’ll be awake soon. Her inner voice just didn’t seem to understand the joys of looking at Jackson in repose.
Grace tiptoed to her dress, which was now a crumpled mess on the floor. She picked it up and slipped it on, then located her shoes. It took longer than expected to find both heels. She’d kicked one off at the end of the bed, but the other had slid beneath it. Shoes in hand, Grace sneaked out of the bedroom, grabbed her purse and rushed out the door, and smacked into a man in his pajamas. “Sorry,” she muttered.
He grinned as he looked her over. “No problem. Really.”