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Love Left Behind Page 68
Author: S.H. Kolee

We were silent as the elevator quietly took us to the twentieth floor and I wordlessly watched Jackson open the room with the keycard. I marveled at the size and elegant design of the suite. You could fit my entire apartment in the suite three times and still have room to spare. The large glass windows looked out onto Union Square, the sun streaming in and making the space feel light and airy.

Jackson walked over to a bar tucked away in the corner and took off his cap, throwing it on top of the bar. He pulled out two glasses and filled them with vodka and tonic. He approached me with an intent look on his face, but he simply handed me a glass.

"Cheers," he said softly, gently clinking his glass against mine. I drank deeply, wanting the alcohol to give me courage because I could feel my apprehension growing. But I knew there was no way I was walking out the door now.

"Easy," Jackson soothed, pulling my glass down from my mouth before I drained it. "I'd hate for you to pass out and miss it all."

His soft smile made me forget everything except that I wanted him. Whether it was right or wrong, whether I was demeaning myself by giving my body to someone who had deceived me in the past, I was willing to forget all that for today.

Jackson set our glasses down on a nearby table and grasped both my hands, drawing me towards him.

"Emma-" he started, but I shook my head, silencing him.

"No words. Words just get us into trouble. Let's just feel today. It's enough."

Jackson complied, pulling me close and gently brushing my cheek with the back of his hand, but tenderness was the last thing I wanted from him now. I wanted him to be forceful like he had been before at my apartment. His gentleness would be my undoing.

So I took the initiative, grasping his neck with one hand and pulling his head down, not hesitating as I drew his mouth over mine. Jackson seemed to understand what I wanted as his tenderness dissolved into a ferocity as he devoured my mouth, our tongues tangling together in a seductive dance. He gripped the back of my head with one hand, trapping it for the onslaught of his mouth, and I shuddered, kissing him back just as hard.

I whimpered in protest when he broke the kiss but then moaned in pleasure when his lips trailed down my neck, leaving a damp path where his mouth had been. When Jackson grasped my buttocks and lifted me, I automatically wrapped my legs around him as he carried me into the bedroom. He laid me gently onto the bed and straightened, pulling his t-shirt over his head. I reached up, studying his sleek muscled chest with my hands. He had gotten harder over the past five years, more clearly defined. I reveled in the feeling of the smooth warmth of his skin stretched over steel, wanting to taste it. I leaned up and flicked my tongue over his flat nipple, satisfaction rippling through me when Jackson groaned. When I continued working my mouth down to his stomach, Jackson gently pulled away and I looked up at him, confused.

"Sweetheart, I'm about to lose it in my jeans right now, so I suggest I take the lead, otherwise this is going to be over really quick."

My chest squeezed at his endearment and I pulled his head down, hungrily kissing him as I ran my hands down his back. I wanted to silence his words. I didn't want to pretend that we were something we weren't.

Jackson grasped the bottom of my shirt, breaking the kiss as he pulled it over my head. His eyes flared as he looked down at me and I flushed when he pulled one of the cups of my bra down, exposing an aching hard nipple. He ran his thumb over the stiff peak and I mewled at the arrow of pleasure that went through me. He gazed at me, his eyes locking with mine.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

I shook my head, reaching my arms behind me to unhook my bra, freeing my breasts heavy with arousal. Jackson's eyes glittered as he drank me in, the rosy tips of my breasts hardening even more under his gaze.

"Please," I said, pulling his head towards my nipples, crying out when he captured one in his hot mouth, tugging hard, making wetness rush in between my legs. He suckled my nipple, laving his tongue around the aching nub while he rolled my other nipple between his fingers, making me lift my hips in a wordless plea. Jackson took the invitation, moving his lips down my body and sliding my shorts and panties down my legs, tossing them aside.

He languorously licked the crease where my thigh met my hip and my wet core flexed convulsively, anticipating the approach of his mouth. My legs came together of their own accord, the promise of pleasure almost too painful to bear. Jackson gently pulled them apart, pinning them against the bed so that I was laid fully bare to him.

Jackson watched me as he flicked the swollen center of my arousal with his tongue and I couldn't contain my cry. He slowly inserted a finger into me, my wetness giving him easy passage, as he continued suckling on my aroused bud. My hips shot off the bed and I made sounds of desperation as I felt the tension mounting, taking me to the brink. When Jackson inserted another finger inside me and started thrusting in and out as he continued his assault with his mouth, I couldn't take any more and keened in pleasure, almost sobbing from the sensations flowing through me. Jackson gripped my hip with his free hand to keep me in place and continued to thrust into me with his fingers, his mouth still latched onto my swollen bud until the last waves of release passed through me.

I tried to catch my breath, feeling as if I now wanted to sob with pain instead of pleasure. The rightness of Jackson being between my legs, loving me with his mouth, was almost too much to bear because I knew that love was fleeting.

Jackson saved me from thinking, stretching up to kiss me gently. I kissed him back thoroughly, the taste of myself on his mouth arousing me. I reached down, unbuttoning his jeans and undoing the zipper, pulling his jeans down as much as I could along with his underwear.

"Let me help you with that," Jackson said with a grin, standing momentarily to peel off the rest of his clothes. I caught my breath at the beautiful sight of Jackson naked before me. His body was a study of masculine perfection, only surpassed by his heartbreakingly beautiful face. His erection jutted out impressively and my legs parted in response. Even though Jackson was smiling, I could tell he was straining to take things slow.

"Jackson," I breathed softly. "I need you inside of me."

Jackson jaw tightened as he grabbed my hips, lifting them from the bed. "Sweetheart, I promised myself I would go slow but I don't think I can."

I saw a muscle in his cheek twitch and I could see the corded muscles in his arms straining against his desire. I reached up, stroking his cheek with my hand and he leaned into my caress, closing his eyes. "I don't want you to go slow. I need you so badly."

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