No, the way I’m coming apart right now has…absolutely everything to do with this quiet moment, of being alone with Jackson in his dark room and knowing that no part of me his hidden from him right now. That I’m his, if he wants me, every piece of me, body and soul.And Jackson, to my delight, claims
“Nooo, baby,” I say softly, laughing and reaching out to stroke his cheek. “We have to get up! There’s a whole day waiting for us. And pancakes. And coffee. And little raspberry pastries.”He groans, slipping a hand down my back so that it settles at the dip of my spine, pulling me tight against him
My heart sinks at the thought of it, of Jackson seeing…that.Because he’s not wrong – last night was incredibly important for Luca and I. Our bond now – it’s deeper than it was before, stronger and more significant. And he’s not wrong – Luca and I presented our relationship to the nation last night
I press my lips together and keep my gaze on his face, not letting myself look away. But also not denying, at all, the way that Luca and I feel about each other. Because I don’t want to lie and Luca is…so important to me.“So what do we do?” I whisper, desperate to make it better. I can’t go on with
And my mate complies, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck as he brings his mouth to mine, where it belongs, and lays his body out on top of me. My leg hooks up over his hip, where it likes to be, and I kiss my mate rather desperately, with abandon. Half because I want him – always want him, f
Wants to sink himself deep into me, and bite me, and mark me as his own, and fuck me for hours – because I can feel it down the bond – and I want that –I want it right now, immediately –My hand slips down between us, pushing hard at the waistband of his pajamas –But then I go still, my mouth gapi
“Um...” Jackson says lightly, looking uncomfortably to the side – a move he stole from me, I don’t fail to note –And I gasp, even louder now, just staring at him, completely agape. Then, I find myself.“Jackson!” I sputter, leaning back to kick him with my foot. Not because I’m pissed – I just can’
“Okay,” he says, his smirk softening to a smile. “But…I mean, are you mad? That I’m not a virgin, like you?”“Wait, how do you know I’m a virgin?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.He sniffs the air around me. “I can tell by your scent.”“What!?” I screech, eyes wide.But he just laughs at me and shakes his