Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

she didn’t think about being afraid, if she could let herself relax and just go with her natural instincts with Jackson—her gaze dropped to the front of his jeans—she could work magic maybe.
    â€œThat’s it. Go into the other room,†Jackson said.
    She could see the bulge in the front of his jeans growing. He turned away from her to busy himself cleaning the counters and pouring the tea for them.
    â€œWel , it’s the truth, you know. I did learn some things. Used the right way they might be fun.†And Stavros could go straight to hel . Everything he wanted for himself, every service she’d learned at his hands could be given in love instead of forced from her.
    â€œEl e.†Jackson’s voice was pleading. “Do you have any idea the pictures you’re creating in your head?†He glanced over his shoulder and studied her face. “Go sit down before you fal down. You’re so pale you look like you’re going to faint. I’l bring us some tea and then I’l work on your hair some more.â€
    â€œJackson.†She waited until he turned back from the tea to look at her. “Stop ordering me around.â€
    He shrugged his shoulders, completely unrepentant. “Someone has to, baby, and it might as wel be me. You’re a spoiled little thing and stubborn as hel . Besides, I promised Sarah I’d take good care of you and she scares the crap out of me.â€

    El e sighed and went back to her favorite chair. It was large enough to accommodate a big man and she could curl up in it, drawing up her legs and making herself into a smal bal where she felt safe. “What do you think about moving inland?†She tried to keep her voice from trembling, and her mind from giving away the fact that Stavros terrified her.
    No matter what Jackson said, she didn’t feel strong or even particularly brave. She stil felt his hands, powerful and fil ed with anger, around her throat and on her body. He would never let her go. And now he knew about Jackson. That would only fuel his intense rage. He hadn’t wanted any other man near her and the memory of him murdering the guard after forcing her to service him was burned forever into her mind. The guard’s face kept changing. El e on her knees, her mouth sliding over Jackson’s shaft, looking up and seeing the gun shoved down his throat. She blinked rapidly to try to stop the burning tears.
    â€œStop it. I mean it, El e. If you’re going to think about that then let’s just get it out in the open. You’re terrified that you won’t ever be able to give me pleasure by sucking my cock.â€
    She winced at his crude terminology, but that was Jackson. His voice was hard, his dark eyes glittering as he strode across the room to tower over her.
    She felt intimidated, threatened, when she stared at the twin columns of powerful thighs and then up a little higher to the thick outline of the evidence of his desire. She’d been thinking about what the taste and feel of him would be like. Whether she’d be afraid or excited or both. And she’d aroused him. Now she realized she might have done it on purpose.
    El e shook her head. “I’m sorry, Jackson. I can’t help but worry about it.â€
    â€œYou worried about kissing me and we kiss just fine, El e.â€
    â€œHe took everything away from us.â€
    â€œHe didn’t take anything.†His hands dropped to the buttons of his jeans.
    Her gaze jumped back to the front of his jeans, mesmerized as he slowly unbuttoned the fly. Her heart began to pound and she moistened her lips.
    â€œWhat are you doing?â€
    â€œWhat are we doing, you mean.†He shoved his jeans down and stood there, large and even more intimidating than she remembered from the shower. “We’re going to know one way or another whether or not if you put your mouth around me, I die.â€
    She swal owed hard and closed her eyes briefly, tightly. “Jackson, I don’t think . . .†He stroked himself, a casual easy movement not only with his physical body, but with his mind. She felt the wave of pleasure course through him, through her. Her body stirred, nerve endings going on alert. Her mouth watered. She wanted the taste of him. She wanted to replace every bad memory with Jackson, to fil herself with him, but this . . . Again she shook her head.
    Jackson