Somebody's Lover: The Jackson Brothers, Book 1

loved it. She still tasted him.
    “Put the boys to bed, and I’ll come over.”
    “That’s not a good idea.” Oh so tempting, but a very bad idea. She had to make him see the risks in what they were doing. “It’ll be the only time. Friday, I mean. Then we have to get back to...normal.” She knew they never would.
    He was silent a moment. “I know.” He exhaled, his breath teasing across the phone lines. “That’s why I’m going to make sure it’s so damn good you’ll never forget it. You’ll never feel like going alone to a bar.”
    She already had some very big hints of how good Jace would make it. A stranger in a bar would never be enough now. “I told you I wouldn’t do that again.”
    “You’ll be tempted. You’re too much woman not to need it.”
    “I’m stronger than that.” The man she wasn’t strong with was him. Maybe Friday night was a really bad idea. If she knew the full scope, could she stop herself from going back again? And again. “Maybe we need to rethink this whole thing.”
    “No.” He seemed to catch his breath, catch himself. “One time. Then it’ll be out of your system.”
    She closed her eyes and dragged in a breath. She wanted so badly. She needed. It was like a drug, a habit harder to break the longer you did it, the deeper you went. “I really think—”
    “You think too much, Taylor.”
    “Wrong. I haven’t been thinking at all.” Except about what she’d done to him in her kitchen. And how badly she wanted more. Her nipples peaked against her T-shirt. Her panties dampened. And her good sense circled down the kitchen drain. “Tell me.”
    He hesitated. “Tell you what?”
    It was dangerous. Reckless. Her kids were sitting in the other room. She slid further into the darkened kitchen, further from her children.
    “Tell me what it’ll be like on Friday.”
    “Taylor...where are you now?”
    “In the kitchen. They can’t hear me. And I won’t say anything. I just want to hear you say it.”
    He was silent several heartbeats, then he gave in. “I’ll suck your breasts until your nipples are tight and hard, and you’re arching into me for more. Begging.” His breath came a little faster than before. “And when you think you can’t take that without coming, I’m going to spread your legs and taste you the same way you tasted me.”
    The thought of his mouth on her had consumed her last night as she tried to fall asleep. “Yes.”
    “I’m going to lick you till you scream. I won’t leave an inch of skin untouched. And when you think you can’t come one more time, I’m gonna slide inside of you, and drive you fucking wild. Christ, Taylor, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
    His breath was ragged. She knew what he was doing. She wanted to be there to catch him in her mouth. Her legs felt weak, her heart hammered. “Do it,” she whispered. “Now.”
    “I want to be inside you so fucking bad.”
    Something exploded on the TV in the living room as Jace came with a groan and a long sigh, then, “Shit.”
    She wanted to slam down the phone and run from what she was doing with Lou’s brother. She wanted to carry the phone into her bedroom and touch herself with his harsh breath rasping in her ear. Leaning back against the counter, she closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together.
    “Mom, Brian won’t share the popcorn.”
    Lord. Her children were calling. What on earth was she thinking?
    “That’s only the beginning, Taylor.” Jace seduced her with his voice. “Then we’ll do it all over again.”
    “I have to go.”
    “Think about how good I’m going to make you feel.”
    She wouldn’t be able to stop herself. “Only the one time. Just that night. Promise.” A panicky thread ran through her voice.
    “I promise,” he murmured, “to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt. And I won’t ask for it again after Friday.”
    She punched the end button without another word, but his voice still rang in her ear. As did that hot, heavy groan when he came. He wouldn’t have to ask again. She’d come begging.
    Back in the living room, she clapped her hands. “Bedtime.”
    “But the movie’s not over.”
    “It’s school tomorrow.” She started gathering popcorn bits. “And you already know the ending.”
    Jamey moaned and griped, but did as he was told. Brian tried to eke out another few minutes. “Go, Brian. Both of you brush your teeth, and I’ll be there in a minute.”
    Grumbling, Brian followed his