He paused and frowned, which was not what I'd expected; I'd expected him to be quite pleased I wished to skip directly to the—what had he called it?—f*****g.
“Not because I'm scared of the water,” I added, lying just a little bit. “I am, but I...I want everything you've said. I don't want to wait.”
Jackson groaned deep in his throat and grabbed me, pulled me tightly against him and kissed me. This wasn't like the chaste kiss at the wedding. This wasn't like the first kiss we shared in the washroom. This was something else entirely—something wild and savage and desperate and hot and...incredible. His tongue swept into my mouth and found mine, tangled with it. He licked and learned what I liked, how I liked to be kissed. How he knew, I had no idea, but it was incredible.
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