Chapter 0191
I’m panting, gasping really as Jackson presses me t against the wall of rock, both of his hands
under my shirt now, his palms a damn song against my skin as they press up over my ribs, as they
move slow over my flesh like they’re trying to ensure that I’m here, that I’m real.
And suddenly, quite suddenly, I realize that I do not at all want to be wearing this shirt anymore.
That I don’t want to be wearing anything – that all I want in the entire world –
No, not want – need –
Is to have my skin bare against Jackson’s – flush, with nothing in between, not even air – nothing
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Jackson groans, though, and turns his face away, ripping his mouth from mine.
“What?” I breathe, my voice trembling as my hands again go to his cheeks, trying to turn his face
back to me, wanting his mouth back right where it was. God, his mouth, those lips. “Jackson, please
–“
I’m begging, but I don’t fucking care. God, I want him.
I want him…bad.
But Jackson just presses his mouth into a thin line and holds his eyes shut. “I…I think we need to
stop, Ari,” he murmurs, his head moving once, sharply, from side to side.
“What?” I gasp, baffled. “Why?”
“Because,” he growls, and I go rigid when he turns his blue eyes to mine, when I see the powerful
want behind his gaze. “Because if we don’t stop now, I am going to…throw you down in this dirt, Ari,
and I am not going to be able to stop.”
My breath hitches in my chest and then stopspletely as I consider that…
Well.
That that’s maybe not such a bad idea.
But then, slowly, as Jackson stares at me, patiently waiting for me to catch up with him, I remember
where we are. And what we’re trying to do. And the fact that there are people below us who will
probably try to kill or maim us if they find out we’re here. And that tomorrow we have to climb a
ravine and then a mountain.
So.
This is probably not the right time to let my mate throw me to the ground and ravish me.
As I stare at him, putting all the pieces together, I can’t help the furious scowl that forms on my lips.
Jackson’s face breaks into a slow grin as he raises a hand, tracing the shape of my lips with his
thumb. “Perfect,” he murmurs, shaking his head as he stares at my mouth like he can’t believe it.
He leans forward again, pressing a kiss to my lips, ridiculously soft considering the way that we both
just tore into each other.
But my body responds again, beyond me or despite me or just…expressing precisely how I feel.
And I lean into the kiss, moving my mouth slowly over his, holding him close to me and never, ever
wanting to let him go.
Jackson, again the responsible party here – I am doing absolutely nothing to help, I’m well aware -
again breaks our kiss with a groan, shaking his head.
“Fine,” I sigh, tilting my head back and giving him a half-hearted shove on the shoulder. “Let me
down, then, you big gigantic brute.”
Jackson justughs but keeps me in his arms as he pulls me away from the wall, folding his legs
beneath him and sinking gracefully to the ground with me still in his arms, tucking us away beneath
the little overhang of rock. It’s dark, but in the moonlight I can still make out his features, his
expressions. Suddenly, ridiculously, I bless the goddess that it’s a clear night.
And then I grin, looking up at the moon, realizing that…well, that that’s her. And she did this. And so
of course my grandmother has given me a clear night so that I can look on my mate’s face. My
smile broadens and I send her a quick prayer of thanks because…
Well, because I really like my mate. She picked well.
“Are you okay?” Jackson asks, drawing my attention back to him.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“I, um – I’m sorry, for like, mming you up against the rocks.” He grimaces at me a little. “I got
carried away.”
“Jacks,” I say,ughing and shaking my head, “I’m fine, I…” I hesitate for a second, biting my lip, “I
liked it.”