clever.”
He grabbed her hand. “There’s more to you than meets the eye. And what meets the eye is enough to cause trouble,” he said with a sigh and tugged her closer. “I don’t like talking about my father,” he said, his mouth a breath from hers.
The atmosphere changed in an instant. Passion took the place of anger. Her heart slammed against her rib cage.
“If anyone else had said what you did, I would have cut them off right away.”
“Maybe you can’t resist my girlish charm, after all,” she managed in a husky whisper, feeling out of her depth but determined to stay in the water with him.
“We’re in trouble if I can’t,” he said and lowered his mouth to hers, barely touching her lips.
Lori strained to press her mouth more fully against his. Her reaction was so fast and instinctive it took her by surprise. Where was this coming from? Why did she want him?
He groaned. “Just this once,” he muttered and really kissed her, shoving her questions far from her mind. Sliding his hands behind her back, he pulled her against him and devoured her mouth with his. His strength, physical and sexual, made her dizzy. He slid his tongue past her lips and demanded a response from her. She felt her nipples grow taut and her internal temperature ratchet upward.
Echoing his moves, she slid her tongue into his mouth and he gave another groan that vibrated all the way down to her toes. She’d been kissed nearly to the point of no return before, but no one had ever made her feel so hot she was certain steam would rise from her skin.
Something about him made him seem so much more like a man to her. Something about him made her wish she was more experienced so she could make him half as hot as she was.
She rubbed her achy breasts against his chest and he took control of the kiss again, sliding his tongue over hers. She suckled it, drawing him deep into her mouth, and she felt his thumbs brush the sides of her breasts.
More, more, more. She wriggled against him and lifted her hands to slide her fingers through his hair.
She felt his thumb move closer to her nipple and a wild, carnal need ricocheted through her like a sparkler on the Fourth of July.
Touch it, touch me.
He moved his thumb away and she couldn’t quite swallow the whimper crowding her throat.
“Oh, you like that,” he muttered against her mouth. “You want more.”
He rubbed his palm over her nipple and she shuddered.
He swore. “I didn’t think you would be this hot.” He French-kissed her again, still rubbing his palm over her breast. “All it takes is a touch and you kiss me like you’d spread your legs and let me take you right here, right now. I bet you’re already wet.”
Lori felt her cheeks heat at his words. He was right. She was wet and wanting, but she didn’t want him to know. It wasn’t fair that he still sounded in control when she was hot and bothered.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled away from him. She cleared her throat. “That was educational. Now that we’ve done that once, we won’t need to do it again.”
He gave a nonchalant nod. “If you can control yourself.”
His attitude nettled her. “I didn’t start it.”
“The way you look at me started it. You look at me like you want to rip my clothes off and indulge your darkest, baddest thoughts.”
“I do not,” she lied. “You have an inflated opinion of yourself, but that’s no surprise. Your arrogance isn’t the least bit seductive.”
“Well, something about me works for you, because you were begging me to kiss you and touch you. You were begging for more.”
“Don’t take it so personal,” she said, feigning a breezy air although she still felt jittery. “It’s been a while for me. I’m going inside to see Virginia.”
Frowning, Jackson watched Lori get out of the car and walk across the rough parking lot. Although she wore jeans, she also wore heels, which were impractical as hell. The heels, however, did things to her gait that
He grabbed her hand. “There’s more to you than meets the eye. And what meets the eye is enough to cause trouble,” he said with a sigh and tugged her closer. “I don’t like talking about my father,” he said, his mouth a breath from hers.
The atmosphere changed in an instant. Passion took the place of anger. Her heart slammed against her rib cage.
“If anyone else had said what you did, I would have cut them off right away.”
“Maybe you can’t resist my girlish charm, after all,” she managed in a husky whisper, feeling out of her depth but determined to stay in the water with him.
“We’re in trouble if I can’t,” he said and lowered his mouth to hers, barely touching her lips.
Lori strained to press her mouth more fully against his. Her reaction was so fast and instinctive it took her by surprise. Where was this coming from? Why did she want him?
He groaned. “Just this once,” he muttered and really kissed her, shoving her questions far from her mind. Sliding his hands behind her back, he pulled her against him and devoured her mouth with his. His strength, physical and sexual, made her dizzy. He slid his tongue past her lips and demanded a response from her. She felt her nipples grow taut and her internal temperature ratchet upward.
Echoing his moves, she slid her tongue into his mouth and he gave another groan that vibrated all the way down to her toes. She’d been kissed nearly to the point of no return before, but no one had ever made her feel so hot she was certain steam would rise from her skin.
Something about him made him seem so much more like a man to her. Something about him made her wish she was more experienced so she could make him half as hot as she was.
She rubbed her achy breasts against his chest and he took control of the kiss again, sliding his tongue over hers. She suckled it, drawing him deep into her mouth, and she felt his thumbs brush the sides of her breasts.
More, more, more. She wriggled against him and lifted her hands to slide her fingers through his hair.
She felt his thumb move closer to her nipple and a wild, carnal need ricocheted through her like a sparkler on the Fourth of July.
Touch it, touch me.
He moved his thumb away and she couldn’t quite swallow the whimper crowding her throat.
“Oh, you like that,” he muttered against her mouth. “You want more.”
He rubbed his palm over her nipple and she shuddered.
He swore. “I didn’t think you would be this hot.” He French-kissed her again, still rubbing his palm over her breast. “All it takes is a touch and you kiss me like you’d spread your legs and let me take you right here, right now. I bet you’re already wet.”
Lori felt her cheeks heat at his words. He was right. She was wet and wanting, but she didn’t want him to know. It wasn’t fair that he still sounded in control when she was hot and bothered.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled away from him. She cleared her throat. “That was educational. Now that we’ve done that once, we won’t need to do it again.”
He gave a nonchalant nod. “If you can control yourself.”
His attitude nettled her. “I didn’t start it.”
“The way you look at me started it. You look at me like you want to rip my clothes off and indulge your darkest, baddest thoughts.”
“I do not,” she lied. “You have an inflated opinion of yourself, but that’s no surprise. Your arrogance isn’t the least bit seductive.”
“Well, something about me works for you, because you were begging me to kiss you and touch you. You were begging for more.”
“Don’t take it so personal,” she said, feigning a breezy air although she still felt jittery. “It’s been a while for me. I’m going inside to see Virginia.”
Frowning, Jackson watched Lori get out of the car and walk across the rough parking lot. Although she wore jeans, she also wore heels, which were impractical as hell. The heels, however, did things to her gait that
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