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bucked on the couch when he slipped a finger inside me. He moaned, and I melted. I was mortified by the sounds that erupted deep in my throat, but my body was completely under his control. I looked down and saw his eyes on me, watching every jerk and sound he wrung from me. I could swear he loved every second of it. No one’s first time was supposed to be this good.
    “Mmm,” he groaned, moving his fingers in a faster rhythm that ‘had me gasping for breath. “You like that, baby?”
    “Yes, God, yes! Jackson, please. I can’t, I need . . .”
    “I know what you need,” he rasped before he kissed his way up my body until we were looking into each other’s eyes. “I want to see your beautiful face the first time you come. Do you want to come for me, Claire?”
    Oh my God, did he just say “the first time”?
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, what? Say it, baby.”
    “Oh, God,” I moaned as my restless body writhe beneath him. “Say what?”
    “Tell me what you want.”
    “You—just you. I’ll do anything you want.”
    “Fuck, Claire.”
    Jackson devoured my lips, tangling our tongues together. He trailed slow, biting kisses down the side of my neck and then made his way across my chin to grip my bottom lip between his teeth before sucking away the sting. Shocked by the ache created by the small tinge of pain, my gasp was swallowed by the insistent thrust of his tongue. I had never seen him lose control so completely, and the idea of him doing it for me went straight to my head. His words drove me insane.
    “I have to be inside you right now. Please don’t tell me to stop, Claire.”
    There was no fear or hesitation, only white-hot need. With my eyes focused on his, I reached between our bodies and pulled him toward what we both wanted. Momentarily wary because of the size and hardness that throbbed in my hand, I braced myself for the inevitable pain. But I wasn’t able to hold back my cry when he thrust inside me. Jackson stopped immediately, trembling with the effort.
    “Claire, I . . . ahhh, I’m sorry,” he moaned. “I didn’t . . . fuck, baby.”
    “Don’t stop, Jack.”
    He squeezed his eyes shut and took a few deep breaths. His body coiled tightly above me. Uncomfortable under his weight, I shifted beneath him. His muscles contracted and a sharp gasp of air hissed through his teeth.
    “Fuck . . . baby,” he moaned. “Don’t move. Please.”
    “Jackson, I’m sorry. I’ll make it good for you, too, just tell me what to do. I don’t want you to stop.” He looked into my eyes just as my first tear escaped. Gently, he kissed the trail it made until he reached my lips.
    “You’re perfect, so fucking perfect,” he moaned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize-” He stopped placing a tender kiss on my forehead. “I would never hurt you, Claire. Please don’t cry, baby.”
    “Then don’t stop,” I pleaded and pulled his mouth back to mine.
    Once again, the room filled with the sounds of our passion. It had slowed and gentled, but his deliberate teasing only intensified the tingling, throbbing sensations exploding through my body. Before that moment, I had never known such pleasure.

    My heart swelled painfully as I held him in my arms. I played with his hair while he traced intoxicating patterns down my spine. Occasionally, he seared me to the bone with feathery kisses in the curve of my neck where his face rested. I didn’t know what to say. Being with Jackson had been everything I could never admit I wanted. But there was no way to deny it anymore. Desire still throbbed deliciously through my body. Nothing would make me happier than to lie there with him all night, but one of us had to take Alice home. My eyes popped open. Holy shit, Alice! How could I have forgotten about her? Not only did I just have sex with the guy who would end up married to my best friend, if she had her way, but I loved him. I was in love with Jackson freaking Montgomery. My body jerked with the realization.
    Jackson