“Jackson, what are you doing?” My hands scrabble at his suit jacket. “Put me down!”
He slaps my ass and his big hand leaves a sting that goes straight to my clit.
“Jackson!” I moan and wriggle on his shoulder.
“I should have done this a long time ago,” he mutters under his breath. “Lord knows with how much you’ve tortured me when I lie awake late at night, you deserve it, you little hellcat!”
He stalks to the back of the plane and his hand on the back of my thigh makes my belly clench the closer he gets to the valley between my thighs. His big hand curls around and then he dumps me on the bed.
“Get them off, Sasha. All of your clothes now!” he growls, tugging at his tie. I see his eyebrow lift when he holds it up, dangling it from his big hand. “Maybe next time,” he mutters then tosses it to the side.
He prowls up the bed and I skitter backwards, crawling away. The intensity rolling off of him is overpowering. It rolls off of him like waves of thundering lust.
His eyes are focused, laser sharp, the blue practically burning, searing me with desire.
“I said off, Sasha. Now. Before I shred them and leave you with nothing but that beautiful pale skin to leave the plane.” His big hand reaches out and I quickly pull the dress over my head. The certainty that he would do it pushing me way the hell out of my comfort zone.
I shiver when his eyes run down my body in my black lace panties. “You weren’t wearing a bra. You went up on that fucking stage in front of all those lecherous assholes with no bra on?” His eyes close and he runs his hand through his dark, ruffled hair. “Are you trying to kill me, Sasha?”
His hand reaches out and he jerks my leg, pulling me down until I’m under him, covered by him. Overwhelmed by him. I close my eyes, not wanting to see his dark eyes trailing down my naked body.
“Open your eyes, princess,” he grits out between his teeth. “You started this. You don’t get to hide from it.”
My eyes pop open and I’m drowning in the lust and desire focused on me.
His eyes drift down and down until he catches his breath. “I knew you were beautiful. Knew it in my soul. But I never realized how beautiful.” His dark head pops up and he grinds his slim hips into my belly, the thick rod making my mouth dry out. If I ever wanted to know for sure that Jackson wanted me? Now I know.
He fucking wants me. And the zips and tingles south of my belly tell me that I desperately need him.
“Jackson,” My eyes search his. “Are you sure we should do this?”
“So damn sure, baby girl. I just need a taste to hold me until I get you back to my place.”
He slides down my body and then his big hand wraps in the delicate lace on my hips, twisting it and shredding it in two quick yanks.
“Jackson!” I screech, the sound turning to a strangled moan when he slides between my thighs and his mouth locks on my pussy like a starving man going after his last meal.
Licking, nibbling, sucking. My head spins when his tongue wraps around my clit and then his teeth graze it, the little sting making me push my hips up into his face, needing something to feed the emptiness that I can’t seem to fill no matter what toy I’ve used.
Restless, my hips jump and bounce until he pushes me down with one hand, the other sliding down to push one, then two fingers inside me.
“So fucking hot. God, you’re so hot and wet. I need to get inside this little kitty so bad,” he groans, his voice rumbling into my lower lips, setting off another round of firecrackers in my body.
“Jackson,” I whimper, the tight knot building into a swelling storm throwing my body back and forth in its fury. Ripping my shame to shreds and turning me into a needy ball of wanton lust.
My hands tangle in his hair tugging hard until he grunts into my weeping core. It doesn’t slow him down though. His lips and tongue work me up and down while his fingers curl into my walls, petting a spot that makes me tingle and burn.
Flames and sparks dance behind my eyelids. Curling need wells in me until I scream and moan, my pulsing dragging and sucking at his fingers.
“That’s it, princess. Let it go. Let it all go. Give me all of it. It’s mine. It always has been,” he growls and the rumbling grunt sets off another round of ecstasy, the shivering pulses as he eats me out sending me over the edge. I shove at his head and he growls…literally growls.
“Not fucking likely, Sasha. I’m not done with you yet.”
He licks up every last drop and my nerves are screaming, while I fight him, my hands dragging at his head, begging for him to stop, to never stop. I don’t really know anymore.
The pleasure and pain are melding into a ball of wired tension that I can’t take anymore, sobbing and wrung out.
And he finally sits up, his mouth covered with my juices. He wipes his hand across his mouth and then sucks his fingers one by one.