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Kiss for Luck
    “You’re beautiful to me too,” she whispered, soaking in the vision of him so lost in the bliss of making love to her. She wanted to say more, to tell him that he always haunted her dreams, that just his presence was enough to make her want him, but she stopped herself and leaned down to run her lips over the exposed line of his throat.
    “Fuck, Clara.” Jackson’s head lolled farther to the side as she ran her tongue along his neck to the sensitive place behind his ear. “That feels good.”
    His large palm was spread over her lower back. He pushed her against him and thrust upward, making the breath hiss out of her when he hit an extra sensitive place inside her. Their low moans filled the air, mingling together while they moved in a lazy, languid rhythm, slowly building the tension until they were both breathless and gasping with every tiny movement.
    Clara buried her face against his neck, still nipping and sucking at the skin there, not caring if she left a mark as she felt herself rise to a precipice once more.
    “Touch yourself again,” Jackson rasped, his voice so low it sent shivers over Clara’s body. “Let me watch you.”
    Clara sat up, gasping as Jackson gripped her hips once more, pulling her hard against him. He was just so large, both thick and long, stretching her and going so deep she could feel him touching her cervix. The ache was so intense it was almost painful, and despite her earlier climaxes, she found herself desperate for release as she leaned back, one hand resting against his thigh as the other slid between her wet curls.
    She traced the line of his cock at the point where his body joined hers, feeling him hard and wet from her, and savoring his low growl as a shiver ran over his body when she touched him.
    Clara shuddered when she saw him staring at her through heavy-lidded eyes, watching what her fingers were doing, being so captivated he actually leaned up on one arm to see better.
    Knowing she was turning him on, that she could so easily hold him rapt with her actions caused even more lust to wash over her. Conscious of what he really wanted to 27

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    see, she raised her fingers higher and started rubbing against the sensitive nub between her folds.
    Jackson was always in her mind when she did this to herself, but having him beneath her, watching her while he was buried deep inside her made the act a thousand times more passionate. Her head fell back as she rocked over him, touching herself, the dual stimulation causing her to gasp out loud.
    She squeezed her eyes shut when pleasure spread through her again, making her call out his name when he roughly pulled her hips against him, thrusting into her faster.
    Bliss was still pulsing through her system, but she opened her eyes anyway when Jackson tensed beneath her, his back arching as his body shuddered. “God, Clara,” he said through clenched teeth.
    Jackson would never know how gorgeous he was to her at that moment, with his face etched in pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut as his head fell heavily back against the comforter. Even if everything went to hell in the morning, and Clara knew it probably would, she felt the moment being burned into her brain, saving it in the secret place that was just for Jackson.
    The insecure teenager she used to be reminded her once again that this could never last, that guys like him didn’t really want girls like her. More so the broken woman her husband had left her cynically assumed that even if Jackson thought he loved her, life could evaporate the passion and love quickly. Tears stung her eyes as she fell over him, breathless and sweaty, too sated to bother to get up and go to the bathroom. Jackson’s hand ran slowly from her shoulder down to the curve of her back. It was a sweet caress, one from a man who had always meant so much more to her than just a friend. She had to bite her lip to stop the sob trapped in the back of her throat, and she reached up to wipe at