very light rumble of the waterfall splashing into the pool behind them. "I didn't expect to find you here. My private swimming hole."
"Your private swimming hole?" Tamsin struggled to maintain her aloofness. She laughed, catching the ragged note in it. "Not everything is your private toy to play with, Jackson. Despite what you apparently believe."
"Oh, really?" His voice was silky smooth. Sure. Knowing. He leaned a little closer. Close enough that his breath tickled at her stomach, which was above the water, making her tremble. "You're not my toy? To stroke," and he smoothed his fingers down one of her thighs.
Control slipping away, Tamsin gasped. His fingers danced on her slippery flesh, just barely skimming over her with the pads of his fingertips.
“To kiss,” he went on, and very carefully tipped his head a little farther forward. Keeping his brilliant green eyes on hers, he flicked out his tongue to just barely touch her bellybutton. That ridiculously small touch exploded throughout Tamsin like a miniature lightning bolt. She couldn't control another gasp. Her pulse sped up as Jackson chuckled against her skin.
“To bring great pleasure to as I touch every inch of your body,” he finished, voice so low it could barely be heard above the light reverberations of the waterfall where it pattered into the pool. “Please,” and now his voice was a groan. “Please let me me do that.”
She couldn't answer. He was only touching her one thigh, and her bellybutton, such a silly part of the body, and yet she was already nearly speechless with wild, hot desire.
"Tell me you don't want this, Tamsin," he said between little darts of his tongue circling her bellybutton. His lips gently kissing her belly. "Tell me you can't stop thinking about me, just the way I can't stop thinking about you. Tell me you don't want to try just once. To find out how incredible it will be between us."
To her surprise, Tamsin heard a ragged tone in Jackson's voice as well.
"Just say the word, Tamsin," and now his tongue swirled little pattern on her skin, this time eliciting a small moan from her before he pulled back to continue, "and I'll stop."
Thoughts already spinning into nonsense, Tamsin was already shaking her head. "I don't want you to stop," she murmured, reaching her hands down to lightly clasp the back of his head. "Just this once. I can't stop thinking about you either. I need to know how this will feel."
"Ah, fuck, yeah," he groaned. “You have no idea how damned long I've waited to hear you say that.” Without another word, he bent his head back to her sweet flesh, lips tickling at her stomach as he trailed a line of fiery kisses from one hip to the other.
Tamsin's head rolled back, meeting the rock behind her with a harder thump than she'd planned. Oddly, the brief knock of pain only intensified the fire spiraling out from where Jackson's lips touched her, blazing through her limbs. She gently fisted one hand in the short hairs on his scalp, hearing his slight grunt as she gave a little tug. With purpose and wonder, she slid her other hand hand the side of his face, along his corded neck, onto his wet shoulder.
For just one more moment, as Jackson's lips and tongue tickled their way across her hip and then slowly upward toward her breasts, Tamsin let reason boom through her mind. You can't do this. Not with Jackson.
Then she made a thoroughly conscious decision to abandon all rational thought and lose herself to pure sensation with him.
"More," she whispered, her voice rough with long-denied need. "More."
With another small chuckle that vibrated against her skin, Jackson breathed, "As milady wishes." Pressing both hands onto the softness of her upper thighs, pushing them closed together while pushing down on them to support himself, Jackson lifted his body up out of the water and leaned forward. He let his lips trail wet heat beneath first one of her breasts, then the other.
Tamsin kept her head nestled back against
"Your private swimming hole?" Tamsin struggled to maintain her aloofness. She laughed, catching the ragged note in it. "Not everything is your private toy to play with, Jackson. Despite what you apparently believe."
"Oh, really?" His voice was silky smooth. Sure. Knowing. He leaned a little closer. Close enough that his breath tickled at her stomach, which was above the water, making her tremble. "You're not my toy? To stroke," and he smoothed his fingers down one of her thighs.
Control slipping away, Tamsin gasped. His fingers danced on her slippery flesh, just barely skimming over her with the pads of his fingertips.
“To kiss,” he went on, and very carefully tipped his head a little farther forward. Keeping his brilliant green eyes on hers, he flicked out his tongue to just barely touch her bellybutton. That ridiculously small touch exploded throughout Tamsin like a miniature lightning bolt. She couldn't control another gasp. Her pulse sped up as Jackson chuckled against her skin.
“To bring great pleasure to as I touch every inch of your body,” he finished, voice so low it could barely be heard above the light reverberations of the waterfall where it pattered into the pool. “Please,” and now his voice was a groan. “Please let me me do that.”
She couldn't answer. He was only touching her one thigh, and her bellybutton, such a silly part of the body, and yet she was already nearly speechless with wild, hot desire.
"Tell me you don't want this, Tamsin," he said between little darts of his tongue circling her bellybutton. His lips gently kissing her belly. "Tell me you can't stop thinking about me, just the way I can't stop thinking about you. Tell me you don't want to try just once. To find out how incredible it will be between us."
To her surprise, Tamsin heard a ragged tone in Jackson's voice as well.
"Just say the word, Tamsin," and now his tongue swirled little pattern on her skin, this time eliciting a small moan from her before he pulled back to continue, "and I'll stop."
Thoughts already spinning into nonsense, Tamsin was already shaking her head. "I don't want you to stop," she murmured, reaching her hands down to lightly clasp the back of his head. "Just this once. I can't stop thinking about you either. I need to know how this will feel."
"Ah, fuck, yeah," he groaned. “You have no idea how damned long I've waited to hear you say that.” Without another word, he bent his head back to her sweet flesh, lips tickling at her stomach as he trailed a line of fiery kisses from one hip to the other.
Tamsin's head rolled back, meeting the rock behind her with a harder thump than she'd planned. Oddly, the brief knock of pain only intensified the fire spiraling out from where Jackson's lips touched her, blazing through her limbs. She gently fisted one hand in the short hairs on his scalp, hearing his slight grunt as she gave a little tug. With purpose and wonder, she slid her other hand hand the side of his face, along his corded neck, onto his wet shoulder.
For just one more moment, as Jackson's lips and tongue tickled their way across her hip and then slowly upward toward her breasts, Tamsin let reason boom through her mind. You can't do this. Not with Jackson.
Then she made a thoroughly conscious decision to abandon all rational thought and lose herself to pure sensation with him.
"More," she whispered, her voice rough with long-denied need. "More."
With another small chuckle that vibrated against her skin, Jackson breathed, "As milady wishes." Pressing both hands onto the softness of her upper thighs, pushing them closed together while pushing down on them to support himself, Jackson lifted his body up out of the water and leaned forward. He let his lips trail wet heat beneath first one of her breasts, then the other.
Tamsin kept her head nestled back against
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