When I move my hand lower, her stance widens. I push the material away and press my fingers against her cunt.
“You feel so good, Dollface. I can’t wait to put my mouth here. I bet you taste even better.” I bite the top of her earlobe, and her legs buckle. I haul her upright with my left arm and hold her tightly against me. With my right hand, I enter her, slow and easy. She’s tight and soft and fucking hot. “I might not last the night, Bell. I might burn up just touching you like this, just having my finger in your heated cunt. You’re so fucking sexy, and I want all of you. I want to fuck you with my fingers, my tongue, my cock. I want you to sit on my face while I eat you out. I want you on all fours on the lounge chair while I hammer into you from behind. I want to lay you out on a bed of roses and fuck you for hours. All you gotta do is say the word.”
CHAPTER12
BELL
“Jackson.”I moan. No one has ever spoken to me the way he just did. It’s filthy, giving me a side of him that I thought might be lingering under the surface, but it never fully came through until now. I would see small glimpses of it in his eyes when he watched me.
At times I was starting to wonder if he was even interested in me sexually. I thought maybe it might be more like playful flirting. That he’s been sticking around because he knows I’m scared of something and he’s not the type of man that would leave a woman vulnerable.
Then I would remind myself Jackson has a whole team of men and a few women that work for him. He’s secured my place like Fort Knox, but still every night somehow we end up in bed together. A few times at his house and the others at mine. In all of the time we’ve spent together, he hasn’t so much as kissed me. Not even a little peck.
He has, however, given me lingering touches. He’ll hold me close when I fall asleep. Hell, a few times I woke up wrapped around him. But still he hadn’t made a move on me. Jackson is playing the long game with me, and I’m quickly falling in love with him, which is scary and exciting at the same time.
“You want to come for me, Dollface? Ask me for it. I need to know that you want it.” I grip the forearm of his hand that’s between my spread thighs. It’s not because I want him to stop. It’s because I’m scared he will. There is no turning back now. I want this more than anything. I’ve never felt more wanted or desired in my life.
“I want it,” I admit.
“Turn your head. I want your mouth.” I do as I’m told, turning my head to the side. He claims my mouth in a kiss as his fingers start to move inside of me. The palm of his hand rubs against my clit with each thrust as he moves his fingers in and out of me.
When he licks the seam of my mouth, I part my lips for him. He delves inside, kissing me with so much hunger. I swear I can feel his need for me through his kiss. It’s all too much. He overwhelms me but in the sweetest of ways.
I moan into his mouth as I start to come. My orgasm takes over my body as a whirlwind of emotions comes flooding out with it.
“Jackson.” I whisper his name.
“I’ve got you.” When I open my eyes, I realize he moved us. We’re now on the couch in his living room with me in his lap. His thumb swipes at my cheek, a tear having escaped. I didn’t know it was there. “Was it too much, too fast? I’m sorry. Fuck.” He holds me closer like he thinks I’m going to try and run away from him. That’s the last thing I want him to think. If anything, Jackson has been my salvation over the past week. I haven’t come close to even one panic attack. He’s given me a taste of some type of normalcy in my life. For the first time in a long time, I haven’t felt scared or the need to look over my shoulder constantly.
“That was amazing. I feel lighter.” I lift my head from out of his neck. I love resting my head on his shoulder. The smell of him is always comforting. “I’m not scared of you. I’m not hiding from some lover who hurt me. I’m scared and a bit jumpy at times because I don’t know who it is that is stalking me. That’s what makes it so much scarier. Anyone I pass could be him. Even Nina, my agent, is worried it might be someone close since they’d gotten into my place so easily. That's why she’s the only one that knows where I am.”
“No one is going to get near you besides me.” He brushes his mouth against mine.
“What if I’ve made you a target? You should have seen the letters he left. Some of the threats.” I shiver thinking about them. “In one of them, he mentioned some random man I’d made small talk with at the coffee shop around the corner from my place in the city. He detailed what he’d do if I ever talked to that man again. I couldn't even recall who he was talking about.” I’ve been so scared for so long that I’ve become a shell of who I used to be.
“Good. I want to be his target.”
“You don’t understand.” I shift in his lap, straddling him. His hands go to my hips. “He’s insane. I don’t know if he wants to keep me as some prize or kill me.” Jackson’s fingers dig into my hips. “I don’t understand his fascination and obsession with me.”
“I do.” Maybe I’m crazy because I love the idea of Jackson having those kinds of feelings for me. “Do you trust me, Bell?”
“Yes.” I nod. It’s why I’m telling him all this. The deeper we get, the more danger I could be putting him in, and he needs to know that.
“I want you to come stay here with me for a while.”
“I thought you said my place is secure.”
“It is, but here it is even more secure. Half of your stuff is still in boxes.”
“What if things between us don’t pan out?”
“Told you five hundred years.” I snort a laugh.
“Okay, but you should probably know my name is Annabella.”
“Annabella,” he repeats. “Anything else I should know?” I lick my lips, thinking of his words from earlier.
“I want you to do all those things to me that you said.” He starts to move, probably to take me to his bed, but I put my hand on his chest to stop him. “There’s one more thing.”