He gave a hoot of laughter. “Maybe you have. But it hasn’t scared me off, has it? Frankly, I think Scarlett Strohman is way more bark than bite. Unless,” he teased, “you turn out to be a big slob. Not sure I could live with untidiness.”
“No need to worry there,” she assured him. “I know it probably seems totally out of character for someone like me but I’m actually kind of a neat freak. I think that comes from years of living in a really small space, sharing a room with other foster kids or living in a dorm room and definitely the attic. When you don’t have much space to spare, you get good at keeping stuff organized. And with all that room in the new apartment, I plan on keeping everything very tidy. I might be a pain in the ass but I’m not a slob.”
Jackson brought her hand to his lips. “Glad to hear it. Though it wouldn’t have mattered to me in the least even if you were. Look, let’s just take this - this thing between us one step at a time, all right? No planning ahead, no analyzing our feelings, and definitely not worrying about my family at the moment. We’ll keep things casual, but at the same time just see where it leads. Obviously living in different states means we won’t be able to see all that much of each other, but I’m hoping to get up here to see you at least one weekend a month, and preferably two. You okay with that?”
Scarlett nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay with that. But,” she added warningly, wagging a finger at him, “no messing around with other women, not even a casual date. I might end up being the worst girlfriend you’ve ever had, and I’m going to guess you’ll regret all of this sooner than later, but while it lasts you’re going to be damned faithful to me. Got it?”
“Yep. And that goes without saying. I’ve never cheated on a girlfriend before, and you’re the very last person I would ever do that to.” He squeezed her hand tightly. “And stop demeaning yourself, okay? You may not think so but not only are you the strongest woman I’ve ever met, the one I admire the most, but you’ve also got the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known. Now, what say we head back to your place and I’ll help you set up all of your new electronic gadgets - the phone, laptop, and your TV. And, uh, maybe I can talk you into letting me spend the night?”
She threw up her hands in surrender. “Why not? Especially since you’re apparently the co-tenant. Guess we’d better stop by your hotel so you can pack an overnight bag.”
“Uh, about that.” He gave her a sheepish look. “I might already have a bag in my trunk. In fact, I went ahead and checked out of my hotel.”
“Well, someone was awfully confident of himself, wasn’t he?” she asked drolly. “Lucky for you I’ve got this so-called big heart. Otherwise, someone might have found himself sleeping in his car tonight.”
Jackson leaned across the table and planted a loud smooch on her lips, grinning wickedly as she scowled at him. “You would never have followed through with a threat like that,” he told her. “Especially,” he added with a wink, “since I’m totally planning on letting you be on top tonight.”
***
“How - ah - did you, um, guess that I - I - oh, God! - liked being on top?” panted Scarlett, her powers of concentration severely challenged at the moment as she rocked her pelvis to and fro in perfect sync with the gorgeous, hard bodied man beneath her. The man whose equally hard cock was driving her half mad with pleasure, especially since he was doing something to her clit with his thumb and forefinger that was threatening to catapult her into a really, really great orgasm.
Jackson smirked, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. “Gee, how could I have ever guessed that a bossy chick like you might like the opportunity to be in charge in the sack? But since I also happen to like you being on top, since it gives me a full, unhindered view of this sexy little body of yours, you aren’t going to hear me complain.”
She wrinkled her nose at his compliment. “I’m hardly what you’d call sexy,” she complained, only to gasp in the next instant as he squeezed her ass cheeks in order to rotate her around very slowly and deliberately on his dick.
He shook his head, running the flat of his palm up over her quivering belly between her breasts. “You’re incredibly sexy,” he murmured. “Wild, uninhibited, completely natural. You’ve got this gorgeous peachy tone to your skin, skin that’s all soft and smooth. Especially here.” He squeezed one buttock. “And here.” He caressed her flat tummy. “And definitely here.”
Scarlett groaned as he cupped a breast in his hand, his fingers teasing the small bud of her nipple. “They - they aren’t very big. Barely there, in fact.”
“Big isn’t everything,” he insisted. “Your tits are nice and firm and round. Plus, they’re super sensitive, aren’t they?”
The half-moan, half-whimper he coaxed from her throat as he pinched both nipples a little harder was all the answer he needed. She leaned over him then, low enough that he could lift up a bit and take one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it until she felt the sensation ripple all the way down to her core.
Jackson did that magical thing with his thumb and forefinger at her clit again, causing her to buck against him like the wild, uninhibited creature he had called her moments ago. She braced her hands on the mattress, one on either side of his hips, as she rode him hard. Her head fell back limply as her eyes shut of their own accord, and she was so caught up in the pleasure building in her lower body that she barely heard him mutter hoarsely, “That’s it, babe. Let it all go. Ride me harder, Scarlett, make me come. Yeah, just like that. That’s - ah, fuck!”
He bucked wildly beneath her, continuing to thrust his cock deeply even as he climaxed. His shouts co-mingled with her moans, both of their bodies shaking almost uncontrollably.
Totally wiped out, Scarlett toppled forward onto his body, their torsos colliding with a splat, their legs intertwined. She burrowed her face against the damp curve of his neck, feeling as though she’d just run a marathon or participated in some equally ridiculous endurance event (though since she had never willingly run so much as a mile in her entire life, she just guessed this was the way she would feel afterwards). And the way she was practically gasping for breath right now would most likely be her reaction if she was ever dumb enough to consider taking up running.
The rapid rise and fall of Jackson’s hard chest beneath her palm told her that he, too, was winded by the wild, out of control fuck they’d just shared. She peeked up at his face from beneath her lashes, then smiled a little when she discovered his eyes were tightly shut, and his mouth parted as he continued to draw in deep, shallow breaths.
As though he sensed her gaze upon him, he blinked his eyes open slowly, the corners of his mouth tilting upwards in an answering grin.
“Hey,” he croaked, his voice hoarse and barely audible. “Good thing you agreed to let me spend the night because honest to God I do not think I could walk more than a few steps right now. You might have to help me into the bathroom in a minute. Look, they’re shaking.”
He pointed to his legs, which were in fact still trembling slightly. Scarlett smoothed a palm up and down one of his muscular thighs, soothing him quietly, until he clamped a hand around her wrist to still the motion.