Seeking Me To Find You (Finding You Series Book 1) by Anna Mychals

cannot believe this!”
    Feeling strong hands on the back of my arms, Jackson hooks me around to face him. “Why are you so upset?” he asks quizzically.
    “You’re sorry! You’re sorry you took me out. You’re sorry you got me all hot and bothered.”
    Placing one of his fingers against my lips he makes a “shush” noise. Did he just shush me?
    “Sweetheart, you have it all wrong. I’m so not sorry for spending the day with you and I am so not sorry for doing this.”
    Jackson takes my face in his strong hands and slowly kisses me. Pulling back we meet eye to eye. “What I’m sorry for is forcing myself upon you in front of all God’s creation. You deserve much more respect than what I just gave you.”
    Hypnotized by his resplendent glare, I breathe, “I’m a big girl. If I didn’t want you to force yourself upon me, I can assure you that you wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone stand, right now.”
    With a Cheshire cat smile, he turns and walks away.
    “Wait. Where are you going?” I say as I stomp like a tantrum possessed toddler. “We’re not finished here.”
    As he continues to walk away, he yells over his shoulder, “Gotta check on the mutt.”
    “Are you coming back?” Is that a whine in my tone?
    “Not soon enough, Sweetheart. Not soon enough.”
    I grapple my keys because my hands cannot seem to find the keyhole. Forcing the key in, I quickly unlock the door and immediately close it. As I start up the stairs, I briefly pause, glimpsing back at the door. I have to contain myself to keep from running back after him. “Get yourself under control,” I say out loud. “You spend an afternoon with a gorgeous man and you want to run after him like a fish after a worm.” Ooh bad example. From the look at the front of his pants there is no worm hiding in there. Get a grip, Grace. My inner voice chastises me. Oh I could get a grip. Shaking my head, I continue my way to my bathroom. A nice, cold shower should be able to contain the fire within.
    As I start to suffuse my sun kissed skin, my mind drifts back to how his rock hard body pinned me against his seat. I recall the feeling of his bulge bearing down on my right thigh. I start to glide my soapy hands down my thighs and back to my stomach. The flood of emotions causes liquid to pool between my legs. I find my hands traveling to my core where I begin to press and encircle my hardened clit. I envision Jackson thrusting his fingers inside my primed body as I take my other hand and tweak my nipples. I start to sense the warmth building in my core, which then starts the journey up my body, spreading out to every nerve ending. Descending from my delicious high, I hear my door bell calling me back to reality. I cannot believe I just had an orgasm by just imagining a man that I’ve known less than a minute.
    On shaky legs I turn off the traitorous water and reach for my robe. Making my way down the stairs, I have to consciously take each step one by one because my body is so markedly relaxed. Rather than another bell, a forceful knock booms. Who in the hell could this be? I squint out the peep hole, scrutinizing the heavenly form that exists on the other side. I gradually open my door and I am held breathless by the overwhelming man that stands before me with a single, full-bloomed, and thornless, pink rose. He cannot know the meaning of this exquisite token.

Chapter Sixteen
    Jackson
    A s the door opens, I’m thankful that our landlord’s father had planted rose bushes around the patio. Larry almost didn’t rent us this place because of Thor. He explained that after his mom passed away, his father, who’s in an assisted living facility, planted James Galway roses in memory of his late wife. He explained that a light pink rose conveys admiration, sweetness and grace. I assured Larry that Thor had never dug or chewed on anything, despite a Labrador’s reputation. Larry was concerned that even if Thor was not a “digger”, he would cock his leg