When Jackson’s lips touch mine again, my eyes flutter closed, and my anger abandons me. The tip of his tongue lightly traces the seam of my lips and there’s no question what he wants. With a soft sigh, I open my mouth and let him in.
He angles his head and gives me the sort of kiss that has me shaking my head at all my former lovers at their complete failure to deliver.
But Jackson? He knows how to deliver. His kiss tells me in no uncertain terms that what he wants is me, and he intends on having me.
I swallow his low growl as I slide my hands up his muscled arms before looping them around his wide shoulders.
Jackson deepens the kiss, making me moan at the firm stroke of his tongue against mine. I’m working out how I can get undressed without breaking the kiss when his hand collars my
