Somebody's Lover: The Jackson Brothers, Book 1

You’ll have to.” He’d turn to murder if he caught her. “You’re still a woman. I know you are. God help us both.”
    Her eyes, the color of warmed whiskey, darted to his lips. Her tongue flicked out, leaving a glistening trail.
    He slowly wrapped her hair around his fist and held her still. “No more bars. No more slick cowboys. I’ll give you what you need, Taylor.” It wasn’t a conscious decision, merely a need pulsing in him that matched hers. He’d be damned to hell rather than let her give herself to anyone else.
    He arched slightly to rub his cock against her. She moaned. With every fast breath she took, her nipples stroked his chest, lighting a fire deep in his belly. He knew it was a freaking bad idea, but worse was imagining her sneaking off to fill her needs elsewhere.
    “Jace...” She licked her lips. “We shouldn’t—”
    He couldn’t let her finish. “Deal, Taylor? You come to me when you need a man?”
    He took care of the kids. He took care of the house. He’d take care of this, too.
    Jace tipped her chin up with his finger. “Answer me, Taylor.”
    Taylor’s panties were drenched, she’d gone light-headed from lack of breath, and more than anything, she wanted to taste him. All of him. His lips, his tongue, his skin, his semen. It had been so long since she’d taken a man in her mouth. He smelled salty and hot, felt hard and insistent.
    She threw herself at him for the second time in two days. She started the kiss, but he took over. His mouth opened, then his tongue and lips devoured her. She tasted and savored and wanted. Pressing her breasts to his chest, she rubbed against him, the ache in her even stronger than the other night. This was stupid. It was crazy. They’d both regret it later. But right now, she didn’t care about later.
    Slipping her hand between them, she cupped him. God, he was hard. And big. And she needed him. Now. Pushing him away, she slid down his body until her knees touched the linoleum. Fingers fumbling, she tore at his belt, undoing it and going for the snaps of his jeans. Then she felt his hands in her hair and looked up.
    His eyes were dark and oh so readable. His penis flexed against her throat as she leaned in. And she had to know. “Have you ever imagined me doing this to you?”
    He swallowed, tipped his head back, then finally looked down at her again. “All Saturday night. All last night, too. And the whole time you were walking around your backyard yesterday.”
    Lord, she so pathetically needed to hear that. She popped the buttons slowly, then dragged his briefs down until he sprang free. A drop of moisture pearled on the tip. She licked it away, then closed her eyes to relish the salty taste. Jace groaned.
    “More,” he whispered.
    Taking him in her hand, she guided his cock between her lips. Oh, oh, it felt so good. Filling her. She glided all the way down, meeting her fisted hand with her lips. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling, the slight pain adding to the luxury of his taste. Swirling her tongue, she rose again, then sucked on the very tip. He cupped the back of her head and pushed gently. Taking him all the way, she removed her hand at the last moment until he touched the back of her throat. Her muscles tensed around him, dragging yet another choked groan from him. Faster, she took him, sucking harder, grazing him with her teeth. His hips began to rock with her motion, and his hands massaged her scalp, sometimes biting, sometimes soothing.
    She gave his body’s movements free rein as she grabbed onto his hard thighs to steady herself. His muscles bunched beneath her fingers.
    Then suddenly he pulled free. “Christ, I can’t hold off. You have to stop or I’m gonna lose it.”
    “I want you to come. In my mouth. Please.”
    “Oh God.”
    She took that for a yes and drew him back between her lips, back home, where she wanted him. Then he came, crying out, holding himself deep as he poured inside her, trapping her head against his belly, holding her with his legs.
    She drank every drop as it if were wine. She memorized every jerk of his body, every sound falling from his lips.
    It was heaven. She learned it wasn’t only her own orgasm she’d needed, but his. The sound of a man’s pleasure, the rumble of his desire, the grip of his fingers in her hair as if she were the only one who could wrench such a powerful reaction from him.
    She licked him clean as his throb in her mouth died, then looked up at