Somebody's Lover: The Jackson Brothers, Book 1

think of another single thing to say, but her mother-in-law stood there a little longer, waiting. All of a sudden, Evelyn had started making Taylor nervous.
    “Really, Mom, everything’s fine and dandy.”
    After one last look, Evelyn sighed. “I’ll go to the bank then. Arthur didn’t give me last week’s receipts until this morning.”
    “Bad Arthur,” Taylor said.
    That won her a smile, and her tension eased. A tiny bit.
    Evelyn fluttered around her desk, gathering her purse, the deposit bag, her keys. Then she waggled her fingers and left.
    Lord. Taylor took her coffee mug back to the kitchenette to refill. The front door opened. Boots stomped across the floor, and everything inside her went still. Jace stopped in the doorway, legs apart, hands in his back pockets. The stance pulled his T-shirt tight. She almost fainted with need.
    “Where’s Mom?”
    “She went to the bank.” Gone for at least an hour.
    “How long ago did she leave?”
    “A few minutes.” She couldn’t breathe thinking of the possibilities.
    “We need to talk.” They could no longer just talk, but he went on before she said that. “These phone calls make me nuts.”
    “They make me nuts, too,” she whispered. They weren’t enough. Her heart pounded. She bit the inside of her lip so hard she tasted blood. She felt hot, needy, and dangerous. Then she grabbed his hand, pulling him past the small refrigerator, microwave, and coffeemaker.
    “Taylor, what the hell are you doing?”
    Opening the bathroom door, she shoved him inside, then turned the lock and leaned back. “I don’t want to talk.”
    He blinked, his breathing harsh. “Taylor.” That was all. It held a wealth of meaning. Evelyn might return. The risk. The hurt, if anyone found out. She knew all the reasons why they shouldn’t and was too addicted to care.
    “I didn’t wear panties today.”
    His eyes widened, darkened. “Christ, you’re killing me.”
    “Then put us both out of our misery.”
    His fingers flexed. Right and wrong warred with need. He lost the battle. Putting his hands on her waist, he pivoted and set her against the sink with her back to him. His hands skated beneath her jean skirt, pushing it high. “I can’t think I wanna fuck you so bad.”
    She held onto the sink with numb fingers. His words, laced with heated longing, almost made her knees buckle. In the mirror, she saw him rip open a condom with his teeth and bend his head. The backs of his hands brushed her bottom as he rolled it on. He might not have planned this outcome, but he was prepared.
    Then he stopped, gazing at her reflection, his fingers twitching on her hips. “Are you sure, Taylor? Now? Here?”
    He was making the decision to stop irrevocably hers. The choice hers, but the act would belong to both of them. “God, now, please.”
    He closed his eyes and put his head back, dipping to run his hand between her legs. Stroking her clitoris, testing how wet she was. How hot.
    “Come first, before I do you,” he told her. “So I can watch.”
    He withdrew, then came back at her from the front. She moved with his hand, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
    “Does it make you feel out of control?”
    She nodded, then gasped as he pressed a finger deep inside. He shoved her up on that cliff edge ready to dive off, then pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her. Long, deep strokes of his tongue in time with his finger.
    “Come on, baby. Open your eyes and watch.” He held her face to his cheek and made her watch herself.
    Her skin flushed to pink. She breathed through her mouth, small pants, soft moans. Then she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Squeezing them shut, she cried out, soft and low, as her orgasm pulsed up from his touch and shot through. She trembled, would have fallen if he hadn’t wrapped an arm beneath her breasts.
    He licked her ear and rocked against her bottom.
    They weren’t done, far from done. “I want you inside me.”
    “Your wish is my command.” Leaning back, he bent her forward with his hand on her spine, then dipped and spread her to receive him. Hot and hard, he filled her. She wanted to close her eyes to savor the feel of him, how easily he slid inside, how perfectly he fit. But more, she wanted to watch his expression.
    Hair rumpled on one side where he’d rubbed against her cheek. His mouth open to grab air. His eyes half-lidded as he buried himself in her heat.
    “That feels so fucking good. I missed it so bad.”
    She held onto the