Page 13 of Cross Point

He wanted to be the one to put that look on her face.

“Here.”

Jackson’s voice was a rough growl of need as he offered her his own spoon. He watched as she slowly leaned forward, never taking her eyes off his as she wrapped her lush lips around his offering. His pulse sped up as she moaned again.

Her eyelashes fluttered with the pleasure of the flavors she was experiencing, but she kept her gaze locked with his. Damn her, she was seeping into him and overwhelming his senses like the scent of vanilla and sugar in the air.

This whole damn evening had been foreplay.

Since the first moment he’d met her, she had challenged him, teased him, pushed him until he was on the edge of madness.

Hard and aching, he finally lost it as he watched her little pink tongue peek out to swipe at a stray bit of cream on her lip. He surged to his feet, taking her with him as he stalked to the door. Pulling her outside, he barely remembered to shut the door behind them as he took a cursory glance around. He dragged her into the dark alley next to the shop, away from prying eyes, and drew to a stop behind two large garbage bins.

“Jackson! I wasn’t finish with my ice cream! What are you—” Trinity argued but was cut off by a fierce snarl from him as he pushed her back against the brick wall, caging her body in with his much larger frame.

“I want you. Damn it, I shouldn’t want you like this.”

His lips crushed down on hers, voraciously feeding off of hers as he sought to sate the lust roaring through him. Instead of dulling it, the fire of desire burned brighter at the first taste of her.

The flavor of her burst on his tongue as he shoved inside her mouth, stroking and dueling with hers. She tasted of chocolate and mint with a hint of some addictive natural flavor that he knew was all her. Unable to help himself he shoved against her, rubbing his jean-covered engorged cock into the apex of her thigh.

He let out another growl of need and jerked her up, both of his hands cupping that perfect ass of hers. Feeling those long legs wrap around his waist, he began rocking his hips against her, driving them both crazy with need.

But it wasn’t enough.

He needed more.

He wanted to pull her shirt off and feast on her bare breasts like a ravenous beast. He needed to feel her tight little pussy clasped around his cock so damn bad he was close to ripping off her jeans and taking her right there.

Christ, what was he doing?

This was crazy.

They were in a fucking alley, and he was acting like a randy schoolboy letting his libido rule his judgment. He tore his mouth away from hers, gasping for breath. Bracing his forehead against hers, he struggled to regain some semblance of control.

Only she wasn’t helping…at all.

Trinity had practically soaked her jeans as soon as he’d shoved her up against the wall. God, she loved a man with moves. When he pulled back, she gave no quarter, knowing if she gave him time to think that would be the end of this hot little display of caveman antics.

Reaching between them she quickly undid his belt, unbuckled his jeans, and shoved her hand into his beneath his boxers to grab hold of his thick cock, swirling her thumb over the head leaking with pre-cum.

“Sweet Jesus, Jackson. How the hell do you pack this thing away in your jeans? You’re fucking huge!”

“Fuck!” He let out a laugh, then he groaned in pleasure. “We can’t do this here.”

“Why not?” she asked, nipping at his lower lip. “There’s no one here. People can’t see us from the street. God, you’re big. So hot and hard. I want this inside of me.”

He took her lips in another scorching kiss as she used her legs to help shove his jeans down over his hips, the weight of his gun on his belt helping them to slide lower. “Katrina…”

“I want you, Jackson. Right here, right now.”

Breathing hard, Jackson tried to reengage his brain. He couldn’t fucking think with her small hand wrapped around his cock. “God, I want you, too. But I don’t have anything with me to protect you. I just had my mandatory checkup two weeks ago and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since, but—”

Her hand had paused mid-stroke, but she began moving her hand up and down his thick cock again. “I’m on medical leave for an injury I sustained a month ago and I’m on the shot. I checked out clean and I haven’t had sex in months. I’m protected.”

Jackson’s breath hissed out as his cock jerked in her hand at what she was saying. He’d never fucked without a rubber before, and he was tempted, truly tempted for the first time.

It wasn’t smart. He knew that.