Before I could ask him exactly how it was going to go down, suddenly he was. My breath came in a stuttered gasp as he slid down my body, then cupped me between my thighs.

“Damn, Kitty, you’re soaked. I can feel how wet you are through the lace.” His breaths came faster as he hooked the purple bands of my underwear in his fingers and looked up at me for permission.

I nodded. Hell yes, I wanted them gone. I wanted his gone, too. Naked was good.

His jaw flexed as he took them down my legs, leaving me bare. Then he sat back on his knees between my thighs, his gaze traveling my body with a heated stare. My skin flushed as if he’d actually touched me. I was going to combust if he didn’t touch me soon.

He dragged his eyes to mine. “Are we still alone? I didn’t see any other cars.”

I nodded. “Sam doesn’t come home until tomorrow. Why?” God, was he going to move? Or were we really going to lay here and discuss travel plans?

“Just checking before I make you scream.” He pushed my thighs wide, held me apart with his thumbs, and set his mouth on my core.

“Jackson!” There weren’t words. There were only feelings as his tongue licked long and hard through my cleft, then flicked over my clit. Holy shit, it felt incredible. I rocked my hips when he did it again, and he pinned them to the bed with his hands, holding me in place so I couldn’t chase his mouth. I could only accept what he gave.

“I’m doing this every fucking day,” he growled against my clit, and the vibration sent a jolt of pleasure so intense that I gasped. “Every.” Lick. “Fucking.” Lick. “Day.” He sucked lightly on my clit, and I screamed. “Maybe you’ll be my breakfast from now on.” He plunged his tongue inside me, and my hands fisted in the covers as I moaned.

“Jackson. God, that feels so good!” Good wasn’t even the right word, but my brain wasn’t exactly on vocabulary.

“Or would it be better to save you for dessert?” he mused, then ran his tongue around my clit but not touching it. “My reward at the end of the day?”

We locked eyes, and he held the contact as he repeated the stroke. Erotic. That was the only way to describe it. My head fell back against the pillow as he swirled and swirled. The pleasure of it all coiled low within me, but he didn’t increase the pressure to push me over.

“Jackson,” I demanded with a whimper.

“You don’t like it?” he asked, and I felt his smile before he licked into me again.

“Shit!” I screamed. “Yes, I… What are you doing to me?” He had me strung so tight that I was bound to break at any second.