Her voice was little more than a whisper. “Am I?”
“Oh, yes.” He leaned in and brushed soft lips against her neck. “You distract me.”
“And that’s bad?”
“Of course it is. I have work to do.”
She glanced down and saw the rise in his jeans. Emboldened by her effect on him, she put her hand on his chest and felt his thundering heart. A rush of excitement heated her blood. Jackson wanted her.
Badly. Still, her mind clouded with confusion.
“I don’t get it. Last night you made it pretty clear that—”
“That we weren’t doing this. I know; we shouldn’t.” He kissed her neck once more. She nearly purred. “I have work to do, you have an internship to complete.” He murmured the words against her skin. “But I can’t stop thinking about getting you naked.”
“Oh really?” She pulled back to look at him, attempting to be stern even while her pussy throbbed with need. “You had your chance last night and didn’t take it. What makes you so certain I’m going to let you do that now?”
He stood stock still before her, intensity blazing like fire. “I can be very persuasive when I want something bad enough.”
Her pulse shot to the sky. “And you want this bad enough?”
His jaw set as he stepped into her space. “I want you bad enough,” he said, drawing her into his embrace as he claimed her with lips and tongue that were rough, possessive, his mouth mashing against hers as if driving home the strength of his need. The stubble on his jaw scratched around her lips, branding her.
This isn’t like before, Carla thought in a dreamy haze, her clit beginning to pulse. This isn’t a soft, whispery kind of kiss. This is a hard, passionate, no- bullshit kind of kiss. The kind preceding an endless evening of loud, sweaty sex. The kind of sex she hadn’t had in a long time.
She moaned and slipped her arms around his neck as his free hand caressed her face. He’s a face kind of guy, she thought. Nice. She liked that.
Heat poured from Jackson’s body like a furnace. She slid her hands over his shoulders and down along his back, tracing the outline of his linen shirt where it stuck fast against hard, sweaty muscles. Her palms dipped lower, skimming over the tight curves of his ass. Jackson responded with a throaty groan.
She opened her mouth to him, deepening the kiss.
The warm exhale of his breath drifted across her cheeks and she heard him let out a quiet groan of desire as he pulled her tighter into his body. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest, her willing hands sliding back up over his shoulders and arms. Sighing, she kneaded the ripple of muscle beneath his shirt.
The intensity of his passion caught her off guard, but she wasn’t about to protest. Only problem was, they were outside where anyone walking by could see them. They were also standing. Another problem, because she was aware of the wetness in her panties and the hot throbbing of her clit and knew she was more than ready for him. She couldn’t satisfy her need standing up. She moaned in frustration.
Jackson broke the kiss and looked down at her. “My bedroom,” he ordered, words coated with lust. “Now.”
To drive home his point, he held her gaze while sliding the palm of his hand down a trail from her neck, over the swell of her breasts, against her stomach, and then to the hot core between her legs. Hand open, he ground his palm outside her jeans, his expert touch finding her clit while her knees turned to water.
“Stop,” she pleaded in a ragged whisper, not wanting him to but aware they could be seen.
“Only until I get you inside.”
He took her hand in his and together they turned, almost racing toward The Snake Pit, neither of them talking. Way too keyed up for conversation, she suspected Jackson felt the same. She only hoped the short walk back to his bedroom didn’t slacken his desire enough for cool logic to prevail. After all, she’d only be here for a month and after she left they’d likely never see each other again. Why start something now? On the other hand, her need for him was real and she didn’t want to be logical or rational. She wanted to have sex with him, logic be damned.
Once Jackson shut and locked the bedroom door behind him, he turned feral on her. With his wolf-like gait he stalked her, moving toward where she stood by the bed. His eyes sparkled in the gloaming, irises wide and dark, gaze riveted to her face. He pulled her against him and re-fired their earlier kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers as his hands slid everywhere over her body. He fumbled at the buttons on her blouse like a starving man after food. Once he had it off, seconds later her bra was gone, too.
Carla shivered as the soft breeze coming in from the open window touched her bare skin. Jackson kissed and licked her breasts and stomach as he knelt down before her, his tongue leaving behind a trail of moisture. He reached the buttons on her jeans and easily flicked them open, pulling at the zipper, and then pushed them over her hips and down her legs. Her panties were next.