Madly & the Jackal by M. Leighton Page A

between my breasts, causing chills to spread across my skin.  He deepened the kiss further just as I felt his palm brush my sensitive nipples. I arched my back, straining toward him, a silent plea for more.  But he didn’t give me more.  Instead, his hand skimmed its way back down to my waist just before he rolled off me.
    My mind was spinning and my body was on fire.  I thought Jackson’s was, too.  His retreat only added to my confusion.
    “What’s wrong?” I panted.
    “Come here,” he said, urging me first into a sitting position and then into a stand.  He situated me between his legs, facing him.  They were spread where he sat on the bed in front of me.
    Jackson looked up at me, his eyes sparkling in the low light.  Reaching forward, he took my hand in his.  He studied it as he toyed with my fingers, stroking each one from knuckle to tip.  He turned my hand over and rubbed circles into the palm as he looked back up at me.  “The thought of kissing you, touching you, licking you, feeling your body wrapped around mine…” he said huskily, his voice trailing off.  He raised my palm to his mouth and kissed the center.  “If you’re sure this is what you want—now, like this—you’d make me the happiest man on the planet.  But only if you’re sure.”
    Looking down into his face, I was speechless.  Breathless.  I’d been wrong.  So, so wrong.  I could see the passion in his eyes, the desire.  And, although I knew he was trying to do the right thing by me, the only thing I wanted him to do was take me.  However, whenever, wherever.  I’d never wanted anything more.
    All I could do was nod.
    “You’re sure.”
    I nodded again.
    He smiled, a slow spread of his lips that revealed his perfect teeth.  His eyes never left mine as he slowly sank his teeth into the flesh at the base of my thumb.  A thrill raced through my body and landed in the lowest part of my stomach.  I caught my breath.
    “Do you know the things I’ve dreamed of doing to you, Madly?” he whispered, his voice like sultry velvet.
    I shook my head.
    Holding my gaze, Jackson scooted off the bed and onto his knees, sitting back on his haunches.  With both hands, he tugged my right leg until I raised it.  He set my foot on his thigh. I reached out to hold onto his shoulder for balance.
    “I’ve pictured these perfect legs a thousand times,” he began, massaging my calf.  Gently, he kissed the inside of my knee and then nipped it with his teeth as he’d done my palm.  Electricity shot through me again.  “What they’d feel like against my cheek.”  He raised my leg further until it was draped over his shoulder.  Turning his head, he nuzzled the inside of my thigh.  “Mmm, just like I imagined.”  Heat poured through me as his hands stroked my thigh, higher and higher until his fingers brushed my groin.  I sucked in a breath and held it, not knowing what I wanted him to do, but knowing I wanted him to do something.
    “I’ve fantasized about how you’d respond to me,” he said, teasing me with his fingers at the one place I wanted him most.  “About how warm you’d feel inside.”  Gently, he slid one long finger inside me.  I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he moved it slowly in and out.  It was all I could do to stay on my feet, but somehow I did.  I had to see what he’d do next.  “But most of all, I wanted to know what you’d taste like.”  And then he did the unthinkable.  Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to me.
    My knees buckled, but Jackson wound his arm around me and pulled me to him, crushing my body to him and keeping me upright as I fisted my fingers in his short hair. 
    Breath coming in short pants, I felt an explosion building deep inside me, in a place untouched by anyone.  Just before I came apart, Jackson released my leg, came up onto his knees and pulled his t-shirt over my head. 
    His eyes burned like hot coals in his face as he looked at me.  And then his