Jackson chuckled. The left side of his mouth came up in a crooked smile that made Chloe swallow hard. It wasn't fair to put such a kissable smile on a man.
"My name is Jackson Wolfe. I am twenty-eight, single, and I like whiskey and hiking in the mountains." Jackson grinned at her, his eyes sparkling. Chloe couldn't help but smile back.
"It's very nice to meet you, Jackson." A naughty smile caught her face. "So, do people ever call you 'Captain Jackson'? Or 'Cap'n Jack'?"
Jackson rolled his eyes at her bad rhyming and movie reference. Chloe laughed, and he pointed to the cards. "It's your turn," he said.
"Right, my turn." Chloe picked a card and smiled. She lay her cards out on the floor in front of her. "Big gin."
"What?" Jackson exclaimed, leaning over to look at her perfect hand. He groaned and leaned back, shaking his head. "I think you might have just won the game. You don't even want to see the crap in my hand."
"Oh, yes I do!" Chloe exclaimed, leaning forward to grab his cards. He quickly thrust his cards to the ground and covered them with his hands. Chloe got on her knees and began to try to pry his fingers off of the cards. She managed to get several fingers lifted, but as soon as she freed them he simply shifted the cards to where she couldn't get them. Chloe giggled and moved to his wrists, her face only inches from his.
Realizing how close to him she was, Chloe raised her eyelashes slowly, looking into Jackson's eyes. They were rich with flecks of gold and cinnamon. The heat in her belly was threatening to consume her. She wasn't sure who leaned forward first, but somehow she found herself in a glorious kiss. She pressed her lips against his, feeling her blood sing as they connected. His hands went to her hair and his fingers tangled within it as he pulled her into him.
She kissed him desperately, fire and want screaming through her senses as she tasted him. He tasted even better than he had the first time. She couldn't get enough, couldn't stop herself from taking him in.
With a groan he pulled away from her lips, but kept close enough that their foreheads almost touched. He was breathing hard and Chloe realized she was too. Jackson carefully put his fingers under her chin, lifting it gently so he could look her in the eyes.
"Are you sure? You know what I am," he said quietly, answering the question that hadn't been asked. His eyes searched hers, a desperate hope shining though. She smiled. She knew he was afraid he would hurt her, and she knew in her heart he never would. She didn't know how she knew, but she did. She could feel it in her bones that he would die before he would harm a hair on her head.
"I'm more sure than I've ever been," she whispered before leaning back in to kiss him. His lips curled up in a slight smile as she kissed him, nibbling on his bottom lip. A low whine of pure desire slipped out, and he scooped her up in his arms.
She barely felt the floor disappear as he lifted her. He kissed down the side of her neck, sending goose bumps across her skin. Chloe arched her back, begging for more.
"This is slow, right?" she whispered as he kissed her collar bone and sent a fresh wave of desire into her core. Every touch was heaven.
"Snail's pace," he answered, his voice low and full of heat. The growl of his voice turned Chloe on even more, making her muscles slacken. She surrendered herself to his advances, allowing his tongue to dance all over her neck.
Before she knew what was happening, he was setting her down gently on the bed. However, she knew that for all the gentleness he was exhibiting, there was a part of him that was fighting within him for release. An animal part of him that wanted nothing more than to rut with her in the most primal fashion. The thought didn't frighten her. If anything, it turned her on more.
The bed-springs squeaked angrily as the two of them lay on the bed, but Chloe didn't care. All she could see was Jackson. She had the most handsome man in the entire world and he wanted her.
Chloe knew she wasn't the type of girl that would sleep with a guy after just one date. After zero dates, she told herself with a smile. But there was no way she was going to say no. Her body craved his in a way that didn't make sense to her brain, but made perfect sense to every other part of her. She needed him like she needed air. She'd never felt that way about anyone, but pressed up against Jackson, she knew he felt the same.
She lay back on the bed, and he followed her. His arms went to either side of her head and his h*ps ground at hers. She arched her h*ps up to him, wrapping her legs around his. He kissed her, letting his lips wander to her collarbone where he gave a small nibble.
She kissed his ear, running her teeth along his skin. His stubble was rough against her lips, but he tasted so good she didn't care. The groan of want and need from the dream echoed through the room and her heart surged. It was even better in real life.
Chloe's hands went to the bottom of Jackson's shirt, feeling his muscles tense and harden under her fingertips. He sat up on his knees, towering above her as he pulled the tan fabric over his head and tossed it carelessly to the floor. Her eyes followed his every movement as his muscles flexed and twisted. Every ab, every pec, even the V line diving into his pants was sexy and hot as hell. Chloe's mouth watered with anticipation.
Jackson looked down at her and licked his lips, lowering his head to give her a mind-bending kiss. Up to this point the dreams had been accurate, but this blew them out of the water. His lips were soft and sensual as his tongue delved into her mouth, exploring and tasting her as if he didn't believe she was real. This was better than the dreams and Chloe knew it was only up from here.
She thrust her h*ps up, grinding her pelvis against his, wanting him more with every second. There was an urgency that the dreams didn't have, a realness that made her body ache for visceral satisfaction. In dreams time didn't matter, but in reality, she wasn't sure she could wait before she exploded with want.
Jackson touched her breast, cupping the shirt and bra and pressing. She wanted his fingers on her. He pushed his h*ps down against hers, and even through their pants, she could feel him growing. Hardening. His desire for her was obvious.
Chloe reached for her shirt, wiggling it over her body and over her head. It tangled on her arms, pinned as she was by Jackson's body against the bed. He pressed down on her arms, holding her in place. His breath was hot on her neck as he dropped soft kisses on her skin. She squirmed beneath him, but her arms were firmly stuck above her. His tongue skimmed the edge of her bra, hot and wet. A shiver went through her at the delicate touch and goosebumps raised on her arms.
Chloe wished that her clothes would just dissolve like they did in the dreams. There was too much fabric between her body and his. She wanted to growl with frustration and rip his pants from his body. As much as she loved being pinned, subject to his desire, she wanted to touch him. Run her fingers across his skin and feel him flex.
With a soft smile he pulled on the shirt, freeing her arms. Her hands went to his back, feeling his muscles flex. They were hot and hard, just like the rest of his body. Jackson slid a hand underneath her, pulling at the clasp of her bra. It was free in a moment, and she shrugged out of it to bare herself to him.
The air was cool on her skin. He growled a low noise of appreciation, circling his tongue in a wide circle around her aureola. Chloe arched her back up to him, giving him complete access. She wished he would just take her in his mouth, but he continued to tease her with slowly shrinking circles. Finally, his mouth opened at the end of his smallest circle and he took her breast into his mouth. She let out a gasp of pleasure. His mouth was warm and soft as he suckled, but his stubble scratched at her delicate skin. It was the perfect combination.
Her fingers ran through his hair as she pulled him into her. She wanted him to not only taste her, but to devour her. He reached his hand to cup her neglected breast, strumming his thumb across her pebbled nipple like a guitar. The imaginary strings running through her began to vibrate her entire body with every stroke.
The hand not busy sending her breast to heaven slid down her side and then to her center to fumble with her pant's button. It took a few tries but he undid the button. She raised her h*ps as he tugged on the waistband, sliding them down to her thighs.
His mouth skimmed lower, releasing her breast and kissing softly down her ribs to her stomach. Chloe had never felt as hot and bothered as she did under his touch. A flush was growing across her chest as the heat growing in her belly threatened to consume the bed in flame.
He kissed the top of her underwear, tugging on her pants as he continued to work his way lower. She wiggled as he removed her pants, sliding them over her feet. He pulled each sock from her foot, leaving her wearing nothing but her underwear on the threadbare bed spread. His hands began to work up her legs, his fingers going to pull the underwear down as well.
"Hey, that's cheating," she managed to say, sitting up on her elbows to look at him. "You have way more clothes than I do."
He grinned, standing on the edge of the bed and quickly undoing his belt. Chloe had never seen someone undress so quickly. In the blink of an eye, he was wearing nothing but his boxers and she could clearly see just how excited he was. She bit her lip at the sight. Anticipation and lust flooded her veins.
Together, they slid off their underwear, finally fully nak*d. Thrills ran through Chloe and her heart pounded in her chest. There was now an immediacy that the dreams didn't have. She could feel everything in a way that made the dreams pale in comparison, and they were good dreams to begin with. He was so damn sexy she could barely stand it.
The bed creaked slightly as Jackson put his knee up beside her, his hand caressing her leg and he came in for a kiss. His lips crept from hers, working down her neck to her shoulder.
"You smell so damn good," he said, his voice low and full of masculine want. Just hearing the words made her body respond. She didn't want to wait anymore.
"Jackson, I need you..." she whispered. His kisses stole her words and the bed groaned slightly as he put his full weight on it. Chloe spread her legs as he leaned over her, his arms on either side of her body. His biceps were huge and and delicious. She wanted to touch every inch of him.
His throbbing member stood ready at her entrance and she was about ready to vibrate into oblivion. She wanted him. Needed him.
Their eyes locked and Jackson's began to shine with a golden light. He frowned, looking away and trying to pull back, but Chloe wouldn’t let him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss as she snaked her legs around to hold him against her.
"I don't want to hurt you," he whimpered, trying to escape her grasp.
"You won't," she whispered with a smile and looking deep into his golden eyes. "The only way you're going to hurt me is if you leave me like this." His eyes darkened but he didn't move. She put her hand to his cheek. "Please..."
"Chloe..." he groaned as he entered her. It was even better than she had thought it could possibly be. She fit him like a glove, like he was made for her. Every thrust of his h*ps as he dove deeper and deeper into her sent jolts of pure pleasure down her spine. He filled her to the point of breaking and she wished for more.
He looped his arms behind her back, pulling her into a sitting position on his lap. His palms were hot against the skin of her back. Chloe's hands wrapped around his shoulders and back, finding the thin scar she had seen in her dreams. It thrilled her to know it was real. That the dreams were real.