Somebody's Lover: The Jackson Brothers, Book 1

held out the tube to him.
    “I haven’t done the other leg. Do it for me.”
    Squeezing a generous amount in his hand, he went down on one knee. “Give me your foot.”
    She raised her leg, the towel falling open with a tantalizing sneak peak. Starting with her foot, he spread the lotion up her calf and thigh, his fingers lightly brushing the curls at her center. Taylor shivered.
    He started over at the bottom, rubbing in the excess, first her instep, toes, ankle. She steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder, kneading him the way he did her.
    “You give good rub,” she murmured, her voice a low caress.
    “I give good other things, too.”
    She put her head back. “Mmm. I know.”
    She had no idea how good he could be. After tonight, though, she would. After tonight, she wouldn’t be able to turn him away. He started on her thigh. A moan escaped her.
    He tugged on her towel. “You don’t need this.”
    She freed the upper edge, and the whole thing pooled behind her on the rug.
    She took his breath away. He couldn’t move beyond the simple touch of his gaze on her. She was perfect. Plump breasts, creamy, rounded belly, and dusky curls at the apex of her thighs. Moisture glistened there. He leaned forward to tongue it away like the sweetest wine.
    She rewarded him with a sharp intake of her breath and a soft sound in her throat.
    He nosed her belly button. “You’re beautiful.”
    “I’ve got stretch marks times two.”
    He put his lips to each and every one. “They’re gorgeous.”
    She ran her hand through his hair, then fisted her fingers and pulled his head back. “You are a freak.”
    He grinned. God, he loved her. Like this. Making him laugh. Making him hot.
    “Hey, I’m trying to be romantic here, and you’re throwing my compliments back in my face.”
    “You don’t have to be romantic to get what you want.”
    His smile died. “Tell me what you think I want.”
    She pushed her hips against him. “To fuck me.”
    He’d never heard her use that word, and he took so long to speak, he knew she doubted he’d answer. He gave her what she asked for. The truth. “Oh, yeah. I want to fuck you. Over and over. Until you don’t ever want me to stop.” Taking her butt in his hands, he brought her to his face, breathed her in, held her scent. “Not fucking ever, Taylor.”
    She combed both hands through his hair, massaging his scalp, his temples, the back of his neck. “Then get started.”
    She didn’t understand what he was saying, but he let it go. For now. Pushing her to the wall, he put his hand between her legs and opened her to his touch.
    He’d have her this way now, her body, her orgasms. And hope like hell she’d give him her heart and soul someday soon.
    She already owned his.

Chapter Eleven

    Jace tongued her moist center with slow circles. She forgot her gentle massage in his hair and tightened her fingers, pulling at the roots. He only went at her harder, faster.
    “Oh God, Jace, you look so hot doing that.”
    He raised his head long enough to lock gazes with her.
    “Don’t stop,” she begged and guided him back.
    The sight of Jace, holding her still, his head between her legs, his black-clad shoulders against her naked skin was incredibly erotic. A fresh burst of moisture filled her. Taylor had never imagined how sensual the light could be.
    Jace made her feel beautiful. She preened for the mirror, arching her back, biting her lip, pinching her nipple. Heat shot down through her belly to her clitoris. She jerked against his mouth. He gripped her bottom harder, pushed deeper, then sucked her clitoris into his mouth in a rush of mind-blowing pleasure.
    Leaning her head against the wall, she watched herself in the mirror through half-closed lids. A woman on fire. A woman dazed. A woman taken completely by the man between her thighs.
    She raised her foot, stroking him with her calf until he let go with one hand and pulled her leg over his shoulder. Now fully open to him, he pushed two fingers into her. Her toes curled, she moaned, cried out, leaped to the sky, and closed her eyes.
    “Don’t ever stop, please don’t ever stop, God. Jace.” She panted and squirmed. He wouldn’t let her go, branding her with his mouth and his tongue, his fingers still inside her.
    Lou had never made her feel this way.
    Jace eased off, lapping at her lightly, keeping her close to the edge, hungry for more, but back in her own body.
    I want to fuck you. Over and over. Until you don’t