you."
Chapter 16
JACKSON
It was like pouring gasoline on a raging inferno as soon as our lips met.
I was torn between wondering who the hell had taught her to kiss like that, and wanting to throw her down on the bed and pound the hell out of her sweet body.
Whoa Collins, since when do you think like that? Since I held living fire in my hands. I dared any man to feel differently, then again no, I wouldn’t like anyone else to experience this.
Her tongue was soft and sweet in my mouth, her whimpers music to my ears. All that fiery passion was concentrated in that place where we touched.
She kissed like an innocent with the soul of a born siren.
I drew her in as tightly as was possible, as I kept one hand buried in her hair and the other wrapped around her amazing ass.
She went under, or at least that’s what it felt like. Like she had lost all self-control and just gave herself over to the feelings that were now taking over her senses.
We came up for air and I wanted back in, but she was already looking at me like she would castrate me if I tried, infuriating woman.
I could still see heat and passion and need, but she is who she is, so she resisted. I set her back on her feet when she pushed against my shoulders.
"Don't think that this changes anything you moron." She fixed her clothes and blushed while avoiding my eyes. I did notice that she was trembling slightly and had to be satisfied with that for now.
"I wouldn't dream of it, just as long as you know that we'll be doing a lot more of that."
"Dream on snake charmer; now get the hell out of the way." Did she know she was still trembling from my touch?
"You're cute you know that?" I could finally see through the bravado, though there was something there, some resentment that had nothing to do with weddings.
It went much deeper, but until she was ready to share, I'll just keep stealing kisses and throwing her off guard. That was a hell of a lot more fun that fielding her barbs.
Then again, now that I know what my kisses do to her, her little zingers won’t pack as much of a punch.
"I'm not cute, little puppies are cute." She was full of indignation as she tried to get herself together under my watchful gaze.
"And what are you?"
I saw the slight slumping of her shoulders.
"I'm...me."
Ah, and there you have it, one of the layers peeled back and exposed. The firecracker, the musical prodigy, had very low self-esteem, which she hid behind a wall of bravado; and no wonder, with a family like hers.
I'm sure she was made to feel inadequate in a family of pale replicas. Where she was dark and exotic, they were just more of the same.
Even Janet with her dark locks was no match for the unusual beauty of Maxie, but I don't think she knows that, and I think they did and would do anything to keep her from realizing it.
I ran my thumb down her cheek as I held her eyes with mine. Eyes that still carried the sheen of tears.
I wanted to make her promises in that moment, promises that I’d never felt let alone uttered to another living soul.
What was it about her that had me so fascinated? Was it just because she had a grievance against me? Was that it?
Somehow I doubted it, I wouldn’t have cared if one of the others out there had held a grudge against me, wouldn’t have given one fuck what they thought.
But with her it was different. With her, I not only wanted to get to the bottom of whatever it was she thought she knew about me, I also wanted to change her opinion of me. For some reason it was suddenly very important to me that she see me only in the best of lights.
“I don’t like seeing you cry.”
“You didn’t...”
“You know what I mean. They’re not worth your tears sweetheart, you’re so much better than that.”
“How would you know?” Now she was sulking.
“Because unlike you, I form my own opinions from what I see with my own eyes, not what I perceive from nothing. Come on, dry your tears; don’t let them see that
Chapter 16
JACKSON
It was like pouring gasoline on a raging inferno as soon as our lips met.
I was torn between wondering who the hell had taught her to kiss like that, and wanting to throw her down on the bed and pound the hell out of her sweet body.
Whoa Collins, since when do you think like that? Since I held living fire in my hands. I dared any man to feel differently, then again no, I wouldn’t like anyone else to experience this.
Her tongue was soft and sweet in my mouth, her whimpers music to my ears. All that fiery passion was concentrated in that place where we touched.
She kissed like an innocent with the soul of a born siren.
I drew her in as tightly as was possible, as I kept one hand buried in her hair and the other wrapped around her amazing ass.
She went under, or at least that’s what it felt like. Like she had lost all self-control and just gave herself over to the feelings that were now taking over her senses.
We came up for air and I wanted back in, but she was already looking at me like she would castrate me if I tried, infuriating woman.
I could still see heat and passion and need, but she is who she is, so she resisted. I set her back on her feet when she pushed against my shoulders.
"Don't think that this changes anything you moron." She fixed her clothes and blushed while avoiding my eyes. I did notice that she was trembling slightly and had to be satisfied with that for now.
"I wouldn't dream of it, just as long as you know that we'll be doing a lot more of that."
"Dream on snake charmer; now get the hell out of the way." Did she know she was still trembling from my touch?
"You're cute you know that?" I could finally see through the bravado, though there was something there, some resentment that had nothing to do with weddings.
It went much deeper, but until she was ready to share, I'll just keep stealing kisses and throwing her off guard. That was a hell of a lot more fun that fielding her barbs.
Then again, now that I know what my kisses do to her, her little zingers won’t pack as much of a punch.
"I'm not cute, little puppies are cute." She was full of indignation as she tried to get herself together under my watchful gaze.
"And what are you?"
I saw the slight slumping of her shoulders.
"I'm...me."
Ah, and there you have it, one of the layers peeled back and exposed. The firecracker, the musical prodigy, had very low self-esteem, which she hid behind a wall of bravado; and no wonder, with a family like hers.
I'm sure she was made to feel inadequate in a family of pale replicas. Where she was dark and exotic, they were just more of the same.
Even Janet with her dark locks was no match for the unusual beauty of Maxie, but I don't think she knows that, and I think they did and would do anything to keep her from realizing it.
I ran my thumb down her cheek as I held her eyes with mine. Eyes that still carried the sheen of tears.
I wanted to make her promises in that moment, promises that I’d never felt let alone uttered to another living soul.
What was it about her that had me so fascinated? Was it just because she had a grievance against me? Was that it?
Somehow I doubted it, I wouldn’t have cared if one of the others out there had held a grudge against me, wouldn’t have given one fuck what they thought.
But with her it was different. With her, I not only wanted to get to the bottom of whatever it was she thought she knew about me, I also wanted to change her opinion of me. For some reason it was suddenly very important to me that she see me only in the best of lights.
“I don’t like seeing you cry.”
“You didn’t...”
“You know what I mean. They’re not worth your tears sweetheart, you’re so much better than that.”
“How would you know?” Now she was sulking.
“Because unlike you, I form my own opinions from what I see with my own eyes, not what I perceive from nothing. Come on, dry your tears; don’t let them see that
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