And my mate complies, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck as he brings his mouth to mine, where it belongs, and lays his body out on top of me. My leg hooks up over his hip, where it likes to be, and I kiss my mate rather desperately, with abandon. Half because I want him – always want him, franticly want him – and half because I need him to know it.
A groan slips from between Jackson’s lips as he presses himself tighter against me. He kisses me again and again, and with each kiss we sink deeper into each other as his palm slides hard against my skin, up over my rib cage to cup my breast for the first time. A shiver passes through me as he does, because even though I’ve been topless with him for hours now, this is the first time he’s seriously acknowledged it.
I tilt my head back
