Chapter 686

My heart absolutely pounds in my chest as my mate kicks off his boots and pulls his shirt over his head. When his hands move to his belt next, deftly unbuckling it and then unbuttoning his pants, beginning to shove them to the floor, my mouth goes dry.noveldrama

And I forget to breathe.

Because, I mean, up until now I have felt very brave.

But quite suddenly I am on very, very new ground. And it's quite scary here.

Jackson feels my fear, probably hears the frantic thrum of my heart, and smirks at me as he straightens up, standing before me completely naked for the first time.

And if there was any breath left in my lungs it would all woosh out at once because he is...he is one hell of a specimen.

God damn it, but he's gorgeous. I let my eyes move slowly all the way over him, from his beautiful face all the way down to his feet. And god, hell, but I'm pleased by what I see.

"Breathe, Clark," Jackson murmurs, stepping close to me and wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling my slick body tight against his and running a hand over my wet hair as I stare up at him. "It's all right."

Obedient, I suck in a deep breath, staring to shake a little bit, which makes him grin.

"Where'd that brave girl go?" he whispers, smiling down at me. "The one who was ready to take on the whole school and give the Captain and the rest of the military a piece of her mind? What, she's scared of a naked guy?"

"No," I snarl, giving him a hearty smack on the chest that makes him laugh. "I'm just adjusting, okay!? You naked is...impactful, all right?" "There she is," he murmurs, taking a moment to stare down into my eyes.

But just a moment - because half a second later, Jackson lets out that wicked snarl I love and snatches me up into his arms, stepping into the shower so that the water pounds down around us, his mouth finding mine like it belongs there.

I moan into him, not bothering to muffle it, my legs going around his waist as Jackson lifts me up against him, one hand sliding slick over my back, the other lifting to wrap in my hair low behind my head. I gasp as he tightens the strands in his fist, tugging my head back just slightly, baring my neck to him.

It's the most delicious agony as he

moves his mouth from mine and licks his tongue down the length of my throat, pausing to press his teeth - just delicately - over that soft place he loves just between my neck and my shoulder. I shudder, hard, my hips shifting me tighter against him, but he lifts his head and kisses me again fervent and a little out of control.

Jackson and I lose ourselves to each other then in the water, his heartbeat soon coming to match my own for pace and urgency. He kisses me like to take his mouth from mine for even an instant is a sin and each move of his lips against mine, each press of his tongue, has me falling even deeper into a dizzy spell of want.

Because the effect he has on me - it hasn't changed, not since that first time he kissed me in the darkness on that cliff. Just like that first time, want him instantly, badly, on a very visceral level. I want him to set me down immediately on the cold tiles of this shower, and lay his body over mine, and sink himself so deeply inside of me that I forget my damn name.

Except this time, Jackson and I are closer. Our bond is established, and open, and so, so much deeper than it's ever been. So when my wolf howls to his, telling him how badly we wants this, his is already there, pressed against her side, baring his teeth, snarling in that fierce way she so loves.

Jackson groans, his shoulders trembling slightly, and pulls his mouth from mine, though I can tell it takes a great deal of will and effort to do it. He breathes deeply, staring into my eyes, searching them.

"Do you want this?"

His question is just a whisper.

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I only hesitate for a second before I nod, fervent, water spilling down my face and his. My eyes drop to his mouth and I can't help raising a hand to it, running my thumb over his bottom lip, tracing the line of water there and thinking how badly I want to drink it - that anything, anything that touches him first is sacred.

"I do," I whisper, leaning forward to press my mouth to his again, but just for a moment before I groan and pull away, half an inch. "Do...do you?" Because it's always been him pulling back, wanting to wait. And as much as I am desperate for him right now in this moment, I don't want to force it. Not if he's not ready.

Jackson takes a moment and I raise my eyes to his beautiful sapphire gaze - so stunning that I get lost in it, almost missing his very small, very subtle nod.