Somebody's Lover: The Jackson Brothers, Book 1

reached down and undid the rest of her buttons. All the way to the hem.
    He looked down the length of her as the dress fell open. The slight roundness of her belly, the soft thatch of hair at the juncture of her thighs, and legs, endless legs. He remembered them wrapped around his head.
    “Take off your shirt,” she murmured. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”
    He sat up, jerked at the buttons. Damn, he should have worn a T-shirt. So much easier. She helped him push it off his arms, then tossed it to the other side of the blanket.
    He came down on her, glided a hand along her thigh. Her skin was so soft, so smooth against his. Then he took her lips, played with her tongue, angled for a deeper, sweeter penetration of her mouth.
    He’d show her how good they could be together. He’d make her need him.
    Her leg slid along his, her thigh to his hip. She caressed his back and sides with long strokes. “You feel so good, Jace. Make me feel good.”
    Make love to me, Jace.
    Taylor trapped the plea inside. He’d thought she’d changed her mind. He couldn’t know how badly she wanted this. Too badly to consider backing out. Badly enough to lie and sneak.
    “I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt, Taylor.”
    He worked his way down her body, from her throat, to her breasts, across her belly to the place he’d been before.
    He parted her with his fingers, sliding across her clitoris. She closed her eyes. “Make it better than the other day.” Which was a tall order. A huge order.
    He pushed two fingers inside her, then put his tongue to her, working in and out, hitting all her sensitive spots at once. She rose on her elbows.
    “I want to watch you.”
    Under the moonlit sky, the sight of him between her thighs was the most erotic she’d ever known. He touched her with total concentration, igniting a fire in her body, playing her like a sexual prodigy. She reached the peak, exploded and fell over the edge before she’d even known she was starting the climb. Her orgasm rushed over her like a hot, wild wind. She knew she cried out, she knew Jace held her down, stretching the pleasure peak out until she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak.
    He crawled up her body, resting his hips between her legs and rocking gently against that same spot so that she couldn’t completely come down from the orgasm.
    “Was that better?”
    “The best,” she whispered. “Now I want you inside me.”
    He reached to his back pocket, came back with a condom packet, then slid off her body to his side. He was quick, practiced, the jeans popping easily, the wrapper tossed aside, and the condom in place. She felt a momentary twinge. But then she’d never minded his bad boy image before. She hadn’t thought too much about how many women he’d had.
    Or how long he stayed with them. Jace grew bored quickly.
    “Come here.” He pulled her on top.
    She straddled his hips. With the feel of him between her legs and his hard cock slipping slightly inside her, she stopped caring about anything else. She wanted him. She wanted Jace.
    She rose above him. He slid in so easily, filled her so deeply. “Oh God, Jace.”
    “Fuck me, Taylor. Please.”
    He put his hands at her waist and guided her movements, his hips rising to meet hers, driving home.
    “I am so glad it was you, Jace. Nobody else. Just you.” She leaned down and took his lips, sealing her mouth to his in rhythm to their grinding hips.
    Then suddenly she needed more, something she hadn’t realized was so important. “I want you on top. Please, Jace. Make me come with your body on mine.”
    He held her ribs, then rolled them until he was above her. She opened her eyes to meet his glittering gaze.
    “Say it again. Say it’s only me.” He slid out, then drove back in, hitting a spot high and deep that made her gasp.
    “Only you, Jace.”
    Then he pulled her leg to his waist, intensified the angle of his thrusts and pushed her until she screamed. He shouted her name, pulsing inside her, then let his arms collapse.
    She took his full weight, breathing hard, hugging him close. She wrapped both legs around his hips and both arms around his neck. “Don’t move, please don’t move. Stay like this, please.”
    Stay like this with me forever.

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    Jace knew he was crushing her, but she wouldn’t let him go, her grip on him tight and all-consuming.
    She’d screamed, she’d begged, she’d whispered he was the only one, only him. At least that’s how