“Don’t look at me like that.” He raked his hand over his hair. “You’re gorgeous, and that’s not even close to being the best part about you. Every time you let me in to that head of yours, I feel like the luckiest asshole on the planet, and there’s nothing I’ve found that would make me want you any less. God, everything about you pulls me in closer without even trying. Like I said—I can own that. And sure, the way I feel about you scares the shit out of me, but that’s what tells me it’s real. So yeah, I’ll respect your lack of feelings because I feel way too much, but please don’t tell me that I can’t want you, because I do. And I’m sure of this enough to wait until you’re in a place to see just how amazing you—”

I stopped his words with my lips.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Jackson

One second I was laying into the woman about how incredible she was, and the next, she was pressed against me with her mouth on mine.

I lost a heartbeat or two in shock, but I got with the program in the next breath, wrapping an arm around her waist and cradling the nape of her neck with the other.

“Morgan?” I whispered against her lips in question.

“Kiss me, Jackson,” she demanded, looping her arms around my neck.

The words struck me like a match to a pile of kindling—the flame instant and consuming. I locked down the need pounding through my veins and kissed her gently, savoring her quick intake of breath and the way she rose against me for more. I was not going to fuck this up by moving too fast. I’d keep up these light, sipping kisses all night if that kept her in my arms. Sound plan. Take it slow.

She swept her tongue over my lower lip, then gently tugged it between her teeth.

Fuck the plan.

I kissed her deep, sinking my tongue between her parted lips with a groan I couldn’t contain. She tasted sweeter than I could have imagined, citrus with a hint of vanilla on her lips. Her arms tightened around me, and I tilted her head slightly so I could sink into her mouth over and over, learning every curve and line as her tongue rubbed and swirled around mine. More. I wanted more.

I wanted to kiss her until neither of us could remember any kiss that came before this one. My fingers flexed at her waist, holding her tight as our mouths moved together like we’d been kissing for years, not minutes. She fit perfectly against me, soft and curved everywhere I wasn’t. My hand slid into her hair as the back of her dress whipped at my arm in the wind. Do not think about what’s under it.