Her suspicions rose. “Uh, what are you planning to lubricate?”
He placed the bottle on the bed next to her, then sat on the edge. His hand smoothed over her ass, his gaze holding hers captive. “You can’t guess?”
“You want to…back there?”
He dipped a single finger between her ass cheeks. “I want to fuck you back there, yeah.”
“I don’t know, Jackson.”
“You’ve never been touched there, have you, baby?”
She snorted. “Of course not. Not all guys are as depraved as you.”
His finger slid over her anus as he whispered, “You like my depravities, though.”
“That’s just what I let you think.” It would have sounded better had her voice not quivered.
He dipped his finger inside the forbidden hole, and they both groaned. As he came over the top of her, pushing her legs apart and settling between them, Grace just barely had the presence of mind to put up a token protest. “This isn’t something I’m comfortable with.”
Jackson smoothed both hands over her buttocks. “You weren’t sure about the rope, either, but that didn’t turn out so bad, right?”
“The rope is different.” His warm palms parted her, and she could well imagine him staring at her there. Her face heated. “Jackson, please don’t.”
“Ah, sweet Gracie, don’t you know I only want to bring you pleasure? Let me have this virgin ass, baby. You’ll see it’s not as bad as you’re imagining.” He reached for the bottle, but she got to it first. She picked it up and held it out of his reach. “What is it? Are you afraid it’ll hurt?”
“You only want to possess me. That’s what this is about. Total submission.”
“Yes, that’s part of it. I want to make you mine, completely mine. The thought of other men touching you makes my gut burn as if I’d downed a bottle of acid. But there’s more to it than that. I want you to surrender to me. Give me your trust, baby. You won’t be sorry.”
Grace knew she could be making the biggest mistake of her life. He could crush her heart as no one else could. She wouldn’t be able to recover if Jackson destroyed her. But it was time to take a leap of faith. All this chemistry had to lead somewhere. Hell, he couldn’t just be scratching an itch. She wouldn’t believe that. She had to trust that he felt something for her.
She took a deep breath and handed him the lotion.
Chapter Nine
He’d known the instant he’d woken to find her gone that what he felt for Grace went deeper than lust. He was in love with her. The confounding woman damn near drove him to drink at times, but then she also made him feel whole, as if a piece of himself had been missing and he just hadn’t known it. As he stared down at her stretched out on her stomach, trusting him with something precious, he wanted to howl it at the moon, shout from the highest mountain that Grace Vaughn belonged to him. No other had a right to touch her. Her soft cries and naughty glances were for him alone. He knew half the reason he was about to take her anally was because he wanted to fill every part of her, to imprint himself on her in a way that spoke of pure, animalistic ownership. He’d never needed anot
her woman’s total submission before. Hell, he’d never even asked. But with Grace, nothing less would do. He wanted her completely, with no barriers between them.
Jackson popped the top of the bottle of lotion and poured some into the palm of his hand. He smoothed his hands together, warming the fragrant liquid, before he stroked Grace’s baby-soft skin. She moaned as he gently massaged her, readying her for the invasion of his cock where no man had ever been. The thought tore a growl from his chest.
He smoothed his fingertips over her lower back. “Your skin is so delicate, baby. I could bruise you so easily.”
“Mmm, I don’t think I care with you doing that. Oh, my, that feels so incredible. You are one talented man, Jackson. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
His chest swelled with pride. He let his fingers drift over the small indentations above her bottom and murmured, “You are being a very good little pet, Gracie. Shall I reward you?”
“Please reward me,” she moaned.
Jackson let his slick fingers dip between her ass cheeks and slid one digit up and down her anus. Over and over again, making certain she was completely slick with the vanilla-scented cream before he wiggled it into the tight pucker a bare inch. Her startled intake of breath at the tiny invasion reminded him that she was new to anal sex. He forced his raging libido down, hoping to build the pleasure slowly.
“Will you beg for me, pet?” The need to fill her with his cock instead of his finger began to ride him hard.
Her body, once so pliant, now seemed strung tight. “I don’t know what you want. Please, you’re making me crazy.”
Her husky voice nearly did him in. “You know exactly what I want. Admit you’re mine, baby, tell me now before I fuck this tight little ass.”
“Oh, god, this is so insane,” she cried out.