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His size is so much more apparent from this angle. The veins of his biceps are bulging and his shoulders are rippling from the force he’s using to pin me down. His beautiful blue eyes blaze as he glares down at me with a mixture of victory and…desire…
I can tell that he wants me; I just can’t process it. No guy has ever wanted me—especially a guy like Jackson. It’s almost too much to handle, and when he leans in and presses his body against mine, I feel his bulge again between my legs and melt for him.
“That wasn’t fair,” he grins. His jaw is perfect. Sharp
and strong.
“It’s a fight,” I counter. “Fights aren’t fair.”
“This is a lesson,” he corrects me.
“Well, I got the better of you,” I reply.
“For a second.”
“For a second.”
Thoughts I shouldn’t be having are racing through my mind. How old is he anyway? He’s definitely not my age and I highly doubt he’s in his early twenties. Is it wrong that that makes this so much hotter?
“It was good though,” he says. “You’ve got great legs.”
“W—what?” I stammer.
“I mean…strong legs,” he replies, still grinning as he corrects himself. “Tight grip.”
“Not bad, right?” I smile.
“Being tight?” he asks. “No, I’d say that’s a good thing.”
My blush is so strong it hurts. I turn my head away from him and laugh, but he reaches down and takes my chin in his hand and then I’m being turned back to him and staring into those incredible eyes again.
Is it just me, or has his bulge gotten bigger? It’s hard to believe I’m having this effect on a man as gorgeous as Jackson, but there’s no denying what he’s got pressed up against me. And there’s also no denying him when he leans down and presses his lips against mine.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, it feels like a thousand fireworks going off at the same time. My eyes close and a moan slides from my lips as he kisses me hungrily. I can feel the desire in every little movement of his mouth, and when he presses his tongue between my lips, I go on fire for him.
I want to reach out and touch him, feel the muscles of his arms, but he has mine pinned over my head, so I arch my back up off the mat and press my body against his. I’m suddenly aware of my every curve—of my breasts against his chest, of my legs around his solid core, of the way we’re gently grinding against each other.
We’re both sweating, and for a second, I’m self-conscious about it. I know this all just started, but I want to be perfect for him. I break our embrace and Jackson looks at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“I—I’m all sweaty and gross,” I say. He just laughs and shrugs.
“So am I. Does it bother you?”
“No,” I reply. I take a deep breath and his smell enters my lungs. “In fact, I kind of like it…”
“So do I.” He smiles.
He leans in again to kiss me, but I turn my head away.
“No,” I tell him. “No, I don’t want to be all sweaty like this.”
“Okay,” he replies, sitting up. “Do you want to shower then?”
I look at him nervously, biting my lip. Does he mean—
“With me?”
