I take in the sweat glistening on his brow and the aura of pure masculinity that surrounds him. “Um, yeah.” My usual calm has deserted me and instead, butterflies swirl through me. A familiar jolt of electricity courses through me as Jackson moves closer, and then closer, and closer until he is standing in front of me, breathing hard.
Without warning, Jackson crashes his lips down onto mine. As I let out a moan, he slips his tongue into my mouth, ruthlessly exploring it as our teeth clash with the ferocity of it all. “f**k,” Jackson growls. He grips the back of my neck, holding me in place so that I can’t move even if I wanted to, while also pushing up my skirt so it sits around my waist. A moment later he propels me backwards until I hit the wall, all the while somehow undoing his jeans.
