“You’re killing me.” His words, his touch, the very way he looked at me had me poised on a razor’s edge.

“Then you know exactly how I feel.” He thrust again. “Do you know how good we’re going to be together? How hard it is to touch you like this and not replace my fingers with my cock?”

“Who’s stopping you?” I challenged, rising to kiss him.

He groaned, consuming me with his kiss as his fingers stroked me to the edge of reason.

“Jackson.” My fingers tightened at his neck as that tension rose to consume me.

“That’s it, Kitty. Right there.” His thumb worked my clit, and as my thighs locked, he pressed on that bundle of nerves and sent me flying.

I screamed his name as the orgasm washed over me in a tsunami of pure bliss only to ride out the next wave and the next, until my body fell limp against the sheets and my breaths came in heaving gasps. Did it last minutes? Hours? Who cared?

“I could watch you do that all day,” he said against my lips as his fingers withdrew.

“I want you.” I gripped his ass and brought our hips flush so he wouldn’t mistake my meaning.

“Kitty,” he groaned, dropping his mouth to my neck.

“Now.” Now, before I could overthink my choice or give in to the guilt that was sure to follow.

He lifted his head and had the nerve to smirk, but there was a fine tremble in his arms. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I replied with a grin.

He laughed, and it was the best sound I’d ever heard. “And you’re sure about this?”

“Sure enough to tell you to get a condom.” I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted him. Only him. Not even—don’t go there.

His eyes darkened.

Footsteps sounded in a steady run, sounding like they were heading up—

“She’s coming up the stairs,” Jackson finished my thought. “Shit!” He yanked his shirt down to cover my breasts and whipped the comforter over us.

I hadn’t even noticed we’d thrown it off.

The door burst open, and Finley appeared. “Hi, Daddy!”

Kill me now. Right now, Lord. Mortification heated my already flushed cheeks. I was literally under her father.

“Hey, baby. What are you doing home?” He propped himself up on his elbows and grinned.

How the hell did he sound so calm? Why wasn’t he panicked and scrambling? Why was he holding me prisoner so I couldn’t panic and scramble?

“Mommy brought me! She has an audition, so I got to come home early!” She bounced with excitement and waved at me. “Hi, Morgan!”