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She cried out as he took her breast into his mouth and gently bit her nipple. He reached between their connection and rubbed her clit. She squeezed and quivered around him. Beneath her, he bucked deeper into her and growled as she climaxed.
He lifted her off him, rolling her onto her knees, then he thrust into her from behind, cupping her breasts in his hands as he pressed himself up against her bottom. Sliding a hand free, he glided his rough palm across her abdomen. Holding her tightly, he thrust harder.
Her sex grabbed him as she came again with loud cries. He followed her over the edge.
Jackson withdrew from her body, and he froze. “Livvy…” he rasped, still catching his breath.
She rolled onto her back and smiled. “It’s okay. I have an implant, and I’m negative for STIs.” She pulled him to her and kissed him, feeling his heart pound against her. “Are you alright?”
“I am.” He took her face in his hands. “I’m sorry. That was selfish. You feel so good, but I’d never want to hurt you.”
She sighed.
Eleven
Liv nestled comfortably against Jackson’s chest, her fingers running through his fine chest hair as they lay in bed together. His consideration set off odd feelings inside her. She’d had sex before, but they… they’d just made love, hadn’t they? I’m in trouble.
Jackson pulled back. He was staring at her. “You seem a bit distant. Everything okay?”
Liv sighed softly. “Just... thinking about everything. The fires, the lives lost... the unknowns.” My feelings for Jackson. “What caused the murders to start now?”
Jackson gently pulled her closer. “Molly might have some answers. Any word from her yet?”
Her body tensed, and her eyes turned dark. “She identified the first body.”
“Livvy, what’s wrong?”
“It’s part of the investigation.”
“You can’t tell me, can you?” he asked.
“It will become part of public record soon enough. She identified the body as Robert Kendrick.” Liv watched his face.
“Kendrick, my adoption attorney?” Jackson met her deep gaze.
“Yeah. They had his DNA on record from a previous incident. I'm hoping she can identify the other bodies, maybe from dental records or whatever's left... ashes or… maybe there’s a relationship between them.”
Jackson’s hand ran small circles over her belly. “You're doing everything you can.”
Worry lines creased her brow. “I'm afraid there might be more. More fires, more injuries... maybe even more deaths.”
She shifted slightly. “I need to visit the Waverlys. See what they’ll admit to knowing. Sinclair Waverly lives with his son Silas and his wife in their home on the edge of Waverly Junction. Sinclair’s wife passed away. According to the deeds, they remain owners of the land the ruins sit on, as well as the Terrene Theater and Fiddler’s Restaurant.”
“They own half the town and have interest in the other half,” Jackson said.
Liv rolled in his arms and caressed his cheek. “I need to research the town history a little more. I know I’m missing something.” She looked at him. “Jackson, have you had any contact with anyone from the Ashcroft family?”
Jackson’s brows furrowed. “Livvy, where are you going with this?”
“Your mom died in that fire. Could someone on the Ashcroft side be looking for revenge? Hell, if anyone had a valid reason for revenge, it would be you,” she whispered.
Jackson’s muscles tightened. “No, I didn’t start those fires. And I certainly didn’t kill anyone. You can’t think I would. I didn’t learn all the details until I spoke with my mom.” He sat up abruptly, and she toppled over onto her side.
She wrapped her arms around him. “Jackson, I know you didn’t start the fires or hurt anyone. But I’m sure others are wondering if you’re involved.” She tried to pull him down. “You know how this town is. I want to protect you.”
Jackson stayed seated on the bed. “You don’t have to protect me, Livvy.” He kissed her forehead. “We need to find out who the dead are. Call Molly.” He got up. “I need a shower.” He walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
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