Page 103 of Broken Lines
But I already know what I’m doing.
I step out of sight of the living room. Quickly, I shed my clothes, shivering, even though I can also feel the heat kicking on. Naked, and trembling with desire, I wrap myself in the blanket again and step out into the living room.
And I walkrightto him.
“There’s coffee—”
He arches a brow as he glances up and sees the look on my face. His eyes don’t pull away from me at all as I prowl right up in front of him, look him right in the eye…
And drop the blanket.
Jackson’s jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing to dangerous, hungry slits as he nakedly drinks in my body.
“What are you doing, Melody.”
“This.”
I sink onto his lap, trembling with anticipation. Shaking with need. I lean in to kiss him, but I jolt when he stops me fast, gripping my arms as he frowns.
“What the fuck are you—”
“Returning the favor from last night,” I husk, desire roaring in me as I push forward to kiss him again.
Infuriatingly, he fucking stops me. Again.
“What thehell—”
“You don’towe meshit,” he growls. “And you don’t have fuck-all to prove. To me, to yourself, to any—”
I break free of his grip, and this time, my mouth slams into his; hard. Jackson growls deep in his chest, and whatever walls he had up a second ago crumble as his hands grab me possessively.
I whimper as I feel his grip tighten on my waist, squeezing as his hips rise to grind into me. I moan, feeling how fucking hard he is already, even through his jeans. My head spins as my lips open, our tongues sliding together in a sultry dance as my nipples drag against his chest.
“This isn’t because I owe you,” I murmur heatedly against his mouth. “This is becauseI want you.”
I kiss him again, or rather, he grabs my hair and bruises his mouth to mine so hard I see stars. I shudder against him, rolling my hips against the hot, thick bulge in his jeans before I can’t hold back anymore.
I want this. And I want it with him.
I pull away from his mouth, whimpering as his teeth rake over my bottom lip. My mouth drops to his neck, kissing and nibbling at his skin as I shove his Henley shirt up his gorgeous body. Jackson growls, muscles flexing as his hands slide into my hair. I shiver, dropping lower and lower to kiss his chest, and then his abs as I sink to my knees on the floor.
His eyes lock with mine as I glance up at him.
“Melody—”
“Are you going to let me suck your cock or not?”
I whimper when his hand in my hair tightens, yanking me into him as he leans down to kiss me violently again. As he does, I shiver as I hear him yanking his belt and jeans open. I feel him shoving them down, and I throb with needy lust as I feel his cock slap against my tits.
Holy fuck I’m really going to do this.
And I goddamn really am.
He pulls away to yank his t-shirt off, and my eyes finally drop to—
Holy. Fucking. FUCK.
I just stare—shamelessly, because I can’t possibly look away—with my mouth hanging open and my eyes bulging from my head.