dropped to his knees, firmly convincing her that she was mentally slipping.
His loud inhale made her a bit self-conscious, but when his fingers clasped the elastic waistband and lowered the material, her heart nearly stopped. Her feral needs took over and she clamped her hands on his head.
“Take me,” she growled.
Without another word, he took them off and she kicked her bottoms aside. This was the moment she’d been dreaming about. Selena tucked away all of the objections, needing him too much to question if this was the right thing to do.
He widened her legs and her inner walls coiled in anticipation. Tightening her hold, she pressed her hips forward.
“Don’t,” came his plea. “You have no idea how hard I’m working not to shift.”
That wouldn’t be good if he did, but she was struggling herself to keep from changing. Selena stopped moving and let up the pressure on his head, but her breaths were coming out way too fast. Keeping her off balance like this was driving her crazy.
He inhaled and when he swiped his tongue across her opening, her knees bent from the phenomenal spikes of pleasure rushing through her. Not even in her dreams had she believed something this wonderful could ever happen to her.
Jackson’s tongue swirled around her little bundle of nerves, sending her close to the edge. Needing to end this torment, she sat on the sofa arm and stretched out her legs. Only he didn’t stop. Instead, he sucked on her clit and her body exploded. Her nails grew as her cheetah tried to claw its way out.
She opened her eyes to stop the torrent of emotion from taking her over the edge. “Jackson. Please. Now.”
He leaned back and smiled. “Too much ecstasy at once?”
“You’re a bastard, you know that?” Her damn lips quivered and her pulse throbbed in her neck.
“You bring out the best in me.” He winked.
He tugged her hips forward so that only the middle of her back was resting on the sofa arm. She dropped her head, hoping the rush of blood would bring some common sense to her brain.
Instead of straddling her, he stepped in front of the sofa, picked up three decorative pillows and placed them under her head. “Don’t want you to strain your neck.”
No man had ever been this considerate. “Thank you, now hurry up before you lose your chance.” If she shifted, he wouldn’t be pleased.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Jackson slipped between her legs, but instead of impaling her, he leaned over and lifted her hair, fingering the strands. His growl came out strained as if he, too, was working to contain his beast.
He brought her curls to his nose and inhaled. “You smell so fucking good.”
Selena reached out, grabbed his forearms and drew him near. Being bold sexually wasn’t her style, but something had changed inside her and she couldn’t stop it from taking over her soul. “Kiss me.”
“Gladly.”
As Jackson possessed her mouth, their tongues clashed and jousted for position. While each thrust and swirl of his cock against her clit pushed her closer to her climax. Selena arched her back and pressed up on her toes, wanting more contact. Jackson seemed to be able to read her mind, for he placed his cock at her wet entrance and then stopped.
No!
Why wouldn’t he put her out of her misery? Did he want her to beg? She would if she thought it would do any good. He broke the kiss and dragged his mouth down her jaw and across her neck. Her basic instinct had her tilting her head to the side, but she didn’t want him to bite and claim her. She never wanted that.
Just as she was about to tell him, he drove his cock into her, causing every fiber of her being to rejoice. His huge size stretched her to the point of burning, but her inner muscles convulsed and clenched, demanding more.
“Try… not to do that.” His words seemed to take effort.
She wasn’t certain what he meant until she clamped down on him again, and his lips curled back and his eyes closed. His grip tightened on her
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