He steps back around, “And I’m not asking for you too.” He cups my cheeks in his hands. I simply melt in his touch. The slight possibility of an adventure or making memories with him.
My anxiety peaks a little at the contact, so I try to turn the conversation. “Do you want to make a new memory now?” My mouth goes dry, searching for the answer in his eyes.
“Perhaps a game of sorts,” a grin spreads across his face.
“What did you have in mind?” I say as his eyes darken, igniting with my words. “Run, run, run, little girl, away from the big bad wolf,.” He growls low.Fucking hell. The growl makes the lower half of my body tingle, like sparks igniting across my body. “I’ll give you a 20 second head start.” There’s a huge lump in my throat; he’s awakening sensations that I haven’t felt in years.
“Aren’t we a bit old for a game of chase?” I nervously laugh.
“Afraid that this wolf could find you?” Jackson inquires. I go speechless.
“I don’t see you running, Little Cub. One,” Jackson starts to count. I try to take off like a flash of light.Legs don’t fail me now. Half of me wants him to find me and enact whatever fantasy is playing in his head; the other half wants to challenge him. I count in my head, hoping to find a thick area or tree to hide behind. I see a huge oak and slip to the side, calming my breathing.
It feels like forever; the anticipation has me in a death grip. I’m thankful there isn’t anyone else around. A few more quiet moments pass when I start to hear the crunching and rustling of leaves. “Oh, Little Cub, you can’t hide forever. I see something I want, and I won’t stop until it’s mine.”
The moment he says mine, I’m done. Heat rushing through me, I have to cover my mouth with my hand to keep quiet. I move around the tree, out of his line of sight. He’s watching every corner and crevice. Praying silently that he continues past me so I can run, an idea pops in my head. I pat the ground to find a decent sized rock, something with weight to it. I wind my arm back and toss it as far as I can
My chance to run the opposite direction, hopefully towards the bridge, rests on that rock. Jackson cocks his head towards the rock and starts to pick up speed. Maybe I have a chance. As soon as he’s out of sigh, I sprint off again, hoping that I’m not making too much noise. I run as fast as my body allows, realizing that I’m nowhere near the bridge or people.Fuck!
I hide again, near a tree and bush, hoping the leaves will camouflage me. I hear the rustling of leaves and snapping branches again. “Little Cub, Little Cub. You’re lasting longer than I anticipated.” The sound inches closer and closer. “But in the end, we both know who’s going to win.” He snickers, and I practically lose my mind. I’ve never been so scared and turned out at the same time. I crouch down, readying myself to slide around the tree when he gets closer. His footsteps are getting closer and closer. “I can smell you. Lemon and the sea. Intoxicating.” I peek around the tree, and then:snap.
Shit, please don’t turn around.Nothing. Absolute silence. I peek again, wondering if I have time to run. He’s gone. Like mist in the morning. I straighten up and look around. I’ve watched enough scary movies in my life; I refuse to be the first one killed. I ready myself to open my knife.
Like a lightning flash, two huge hands grab my upper arms and pin me against the tree. Jackson tsks, his chest heaving and his eyes dark with hunger. The predator has found his prey.
“Well, Little Cub. It seems like I’ve won.” He takes my wrists and pins them above my head as he licks the bottom of his upper teeth. His hunger and need are showing. I shake my head, lust already clouding my vision.
“I get what I want, Tessa. I’m not gentle. This is your chance to stop me.” A warning; he’s giving me a way out.
In the heat of lust and want, I answer him. “And what if I don’t want to stop you?” He plants a hard kiss on my lips in response, and I gasp, allowing him to deepen it.. Our bodies grind against each other, moving in sync, like we’ve been doing this forever.
He growls when I tear my hands from his grip to reach for his jacket. The feral look in his eyes warns me off; he needs control. His kisses travel down my neck as his hands work their way beneath my shirt, pushing it up, practically ripping it off in his haste to have me naked. I feel my bra fall to the ground, and his fingers tease my nipples into hard peaks. I’m practically on the edge already, and he’s barely touched me.
“God, please,” I burst out, not caring if someone hears me. There’s a low chuckle against my skin.
“Patience. I’ll give you what you need.” He travels down to my waist and grazes his finger along the top of my jeans. “What will I find Teresa? Will I find you wet and hungry for my touch?”
I practically buck against him. “Alexander, please. If you don’t, I will,” I moan. He pinches my nipple. Pain radiates across my breast.
“I will stop if you don’t control that mouth of yours, and right now, I don’t want to stop,” Alexander warns. He’s not Jackson anymore.
My mouth clamps shut. I writhe, needing him to touch me, but his words almost make me come on the spot. I can feel my orgasm building, and it terrifies me. He unbuttons my jeans, easily sliding his hands down to my core. He kisses me again and his fingers travel across my wet heat. I need release soon or I’m going to spontaneously combust. I buck against his hand.
He chuckles against my lips. “Oh, Little Cub, so soaked for me. Was it the words, the game, or my touch?”
He’s teasing me now, rubbing back and forth lightly, never finding the spot I truly need him to touch. I know my clit is swollen with need, and before I know it, he finds it, and my knees start to buckle.
“If you answer me, I’ll give you what you want.”
“Please,” I whimper. He pulls his hands away, leaving me a puddle of built-up heat. He stalks around behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he pushes my jeans all the way down my legs. I press against him, feeling his cock thick and hard in his pants.
“Mm, don’t worry, love. I have plans for us, including burying myself right here.” He punctuates his words with a smack to my pussy before cupping it. One hand is circling my thigh, the other rubbing my clit in small, torturous circles.
I’m barely hanging on by a thread at this point. “Alexander,please.”
“Then answer my question.” His rhythm picks up, his other hand slowly making its way to my entrance. Before I can register his movements, he plunges a finger inside, and I feel like I’m dying. “So tight, Little Cub. I wonder how well you’ll stretch around my cock,’’ he murmurs into my hair. I grab his shoulder behind me, steadying myself. My head falls back onto his chest as I ride his hand.
“Answer. Me. Little. Cub,” he whispers against my neck, moving his finger in time with his words.