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seem to think so.”
    Damn it! I wish I knew how to be sexy or alluring. Just get naked. Naked should work, right? I plastered a smile on my face and started to unbutton my shirt. Maybe I was losing my mind, but I had his attention now, and the beer I downed earlier was making me brave, or stupid.
    “Knock it off, Claire. You’re being ridiculous.”
    My shirt hit the floor. Jackson swallowed and clenched his hands at his side. Probably so he won’t wring my neck, I mused. The quivering lace of my bra was the only sign of my nervousness. I can do this. According to everyone at school, I’m nothing but a slut anyway. I walked toward him, my eyes never leaving his face. I fooled myself into thinking I could see hunger in his eyes and a desire that matched my own.
    “Put your shirt back on, Claire. You’re just embarrassing both of us.”
    I felt blood rush to my head, making me dizzy. It throbbed through my body, no longer in desire but in annihilating humiliation and pain.
    “What’s the matter, Jack? You can’t get it up for the help?” I said, scrambling to hide my devastation. “Do you need to go ask Daddy’s permission first? If you send one of the assholes you call friends in here, maybe he can show you what to do.”
    Anger burned brightly in his eyes. The vein in his temple throbbed, and he actually growled before he pounced. He grabbed my arm and slammed our bodies together angling his mouth over mine. He pried my lips open, and with the first wet flick of his tongue, I was his willing captive. Every part of me was on fire. I wrapped my arms around him, eager to accept whatever he was wanted to give. I moaned both in pleasure and pain from the fierce ambush. His hands tangled in my hair, trying to draw my mouth closer. Seconds, minutes, hell I was so lost it could have been hours later, he pulled away and stared down at me. The faint sound of music synchronized with our heavy breathing and my pounding heart.
    “I would never let any of those assholes, near you,” he said.
    “Okay.”
    He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re driving me crazy. Are you sure this is what you want?”
    I secured my arms around his neck, afraid he might change his mind. “Yes, Jack. But, do you want . . . this . . . me?” I whispered.
    Once again, Jackson’s hands tightened in my hair. He lowered his forehead to mine, exhaled and mumbled, “God help me, yes. You’re all I want. It’s all I think about.”
    Clothes flew around the room. His shirt was the first to go, followed by his pants. My heart lurched wildly as heat spread from my hips all the way to my toes when Jackson slid my shorts and panties down my legs to join the bra already on the floor. His kisses melted away my hesitation, leaving no room for embarrassment. It was unbelievable ecstasy—touching him, kissing him, and hearing his hungry response. Somehow, we made our way to the sofa, giving him better access to the rest of my body. I took a moment to appreciate how perfectly we fit together. Greedy for more, I ran my hands down the hard ridges in his back and pulled him closer.
    “Jack, I want you.”
    “Me too, so fucking much.”
    I was spellbound by the texture of his skin, the scent of his hair, and the way he trembled at my touch. Liquid heat pooled between my thighs. “Oh, God,” I moaned as he lowered his body to mine, grinding his hard shaft against the center of every nerve ending in my body.
    Jackson kissed a fiery line down my neck, across one nipple and then the other. He was so good at this; too damn good. He continued to explore my body with his hands, mouth, and, holy shit, his tongue. Every cell in my body jolted into overload when he began to lick smoldering circles around my navel and then lower. My back arched off the cushions. An electric shock of sensation pulsed from his tongue straight to my clit.
    “Jackson,” I panted as he gently sucked on the most sensitive part of me. I writhed against his face and