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Love Left Behind Page 28
Author: S.H. Kolee

I picked up my vodka tonic and drained the glass, the cold liquid doing nothing to dampen my desire. Screw politeness. Jackson's words had me thinking of nothing else except getting naked and sweaty with him as quickly as possible.

"I'm ready," I announced breathlessly as I set my glass on the table. Jackson threw some money on the table, way more than I thought our drinks actually cost, but I was in no mood to comment. He grabbed my hand and stood, pulling me up with him.

"Let me get Claire in a cab home and then we can go to my apartment."

We walked over to Claire who was still talking to her friend at the bar.

"Sorry to interrupt," Jackson said when we approached them. "I'm beat, so we're going to head out. I just want to make sure you get in a cab before we leave."

"Sorry for the abrupt departure," I added, feeling bad that we were abandoning Claire. "We can wait a little bit while you guys wrap up your conversation."

Jackson gave me a baleful look but I just ignored it. Claire looked unperturbed by our announcement.

"Don't worry about it. I'm going to hang out here for a while. I'll see you guys later."

Jackson frowned. "I think we should make sure we get you in a cab first. It's late."

"I'll make sure she gets home," Claire's dark-haired friend volunteered.

I glanced at Jackson, unsure if it was a good idea to leave Claire behind with someone we didn't know. Jackson didn't look too happy about it either. Claire caught the look and laughed.

"Relax. Craig is here with his boyfriend. He doesn't have any nefarious designs on my virtue. I'll be fine. Go on ahead."

Jackson nodded, seemingly placated by the clarification. "Alright, see you tomorrow."

Claire smiled and nodded, turning back to her friend. Jackson and I hailed a cab once we got outside, the ride seeming much longer than it actually was since I was taut with anticipation. I felt tightly strung and about to snap from the desires mounting in me. Jackson squeezed my hand, letting me know that he was feeling it too.

Once we got to Jackson's apartment building, I barely registered Sam's greeting as we rushed to the elevator. After Jackson pressed the button for his floor and the doors closed, he wasted no time in grabbing me and lifting me up, pushing me against the elevator wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist so I was intimately pushed against his arousal.

"You drive me crazy," he muttered before he slanted his mouth over mine, not asking for my surrender but demanding it. Not that it was ever in question. I wanted Jackson as badly as he wanted me. I clutched the back of his neck as he supported me effortlessly, plundering my mouth with his. I could taste the beer on his tongue and the bitterness of it heightened my arousal. It was as if I couldn't taste enough of him, feel enough of him. Even though I was pinned between the wall and Jackson's chest, I felt the desperate need to be closer to him. I wanted to sink into him and lose myself inside him.

I heard the elevator ding, signaling that we had arrived on the sixteenth floor. Fortunately, no one had entered the elevator during our embrace. I wasn't sure if I would have even cared at that point.

When we entered Jackson's apartment and he closed the door behind me, I grabbed him by the front of his shirt, more than ready to continue what we had started in the elevator.

"Emma, let's slow down a bit," Jackson said, even though I could tell that he was straining to control himself.

"Why? I don't want to slow down." I started unbuttoning his shirt, wanting both of us naked as soon as possible.

Jackson grabbed my hands, stilling them on his chest. "Sweetheart, I feel it too. Trust me. It isn't easy for me to slow down, but I want you to enjoy this. I went way too fast the other night."

I shook my head. "It wasn't too fast for me. And it's an understatement to say I enjoyed it. Both times. We can do slow and easy next time. Right now, I just want hard and fast."

Jackson's face was strained with desire but he seemed determined to pace himself. So I decided to make it harder for him. I grabbed the bottom of my halter-top and pulled it over my head. Jackson was silent as he watched me but I heard his breathing grow more labored. I reached back and unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts that were heavy with desire. Jackson's jaw tightened as he caught sight of my hard nipples, rosy red and darkened with arousal.

Before I lost my nerve, I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down, taking my panties with it. I pulled them over my high heels and stood, completely naked except for my heels. I had never acted so wantonly in my life, but Jackson Reynard was making me do things I had never imagined.

I placed a hand on my hip saucily, looking up at Jackson with a mischievous smile. "What were you saying about taking it slow?" I reached out and slowly traced the outline of his arousal through his jeans with one fingernail, pure female satisfaction coursing through me when it jerked in response.

Jackson smiled, his eyes glittering with desire. "Fuck slow. We can do slow tomorrow. Right now, I'm going to fuck your brains out until you scream."

He grabbed me and picked me up as if I weighed nothing. I automatically wrapped my legs around him as he strode into his bedroom. Once there, he threw me onto the bed and quickly discarded his clothes. My lower body clenched when I saw how hard and large his arousal was, its head engorged with corded veins running down the shaft, straining with his desire.

I remembered his earlier comment about imagining me in my heels and black skirt and looked around his bedroom. "Should I put on my black skirt?"

"Baby, I don't want you putting on any clothes right now. I have you exactly how I want you. Naked and wet."

He kneeled on the bed between my legs and they fell open of their own accord. And just as he had promised earlier, he buried his head between my thighs, lapping up my wetness as if he had been starving for it. His tongue circled my tight bud and then suckled on it as I cried out, the pleasure so acute it was almost painful. He continued to manipulate the bud with his tongue while he pushed one finger inside of me, then two. The sensation of his mouth flicking my most sensitive spot combined with his fingers fucking me was too much for me. I couldn't suppress the keens of pleasure as my powerful orgasm washed over me, my body convulsing violently.

Jackson looked up at me with a triumphant smile, eyes glittering with satisfaction. His mouth and chin were covered in my wetness and I didn't think I had ever seen anything so erotic.

Jackson traveled up my body, placing light kisses along the way. When he took my nipple in his mouth and tugged on it, I felt another sharp spike of desire. I had always enjoyed sex well enough, but I never knew it could feel like this. I was insatiable.

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