SheLikesHimBad by Scarlett Scott Read Free Book Online Page B

swelled with even more
emotion. Jackson was a good man. She’d known him before well enough to know
that much. Being with him again filled her with mixed feelings. After all, like
he said, it had only been one day since he’d arrived back in her life.
    It was sudden, scary, like nothing she’d ever done before,
but she wanted to throw common sense off a cliff for a change and indulge in
spontaneity. She wanted Jackson, however she could have him. Even if it meant
rethinking the life she’d thought she always wanted. In truth, she’d realized a
long time ago that leaving Paradise hadn’t been the quick answer she’d been
seeking.
    Jackson slid home the latch on the crate and looked up at
her, sexy as ever. She noticed he had bare feet. He didn’t have on a shirt.
She’d tried not to ogle his well-defined pecs, the manly smattering of dark
hair on his chest. Not to mention the mouthwatering ridges of his abdomen. She
wanted to lick him, head to toe. It wasn’t the first time she’d had the thought,
and this time she was positive it wouldn’t just be a thought.
    “Are you sure, Em?”
    Was she sure? Lord bless him, his cock was an obvious ridge
against his fly. She was all but a quivering blob of desire. And he was still
being a gentleman. Her heart took another tumble.
    “More sure of anything than I’ve ever been.” She grinned,
holding out a hand to him. “Now why don’t you give me the proper tour of this
big old house, sugar?”
    Jackson laughed. “I’m teaching you well, I see.” He took her
hand, the touch of his skin on hers hot and heady. “Follow me, baby.”
    She allowed him to lead her from the room and down the hall
to the one room she’d yet to see. His bedroom. They walked inside together and
one thought struck her. It smelled like him. Yummy, masculine, potent. He hit
the dimmer switch so the lights were kept to a muted, seductive glow.
    “The last stop of the full tour,” he murmured, his hand a
possessive pressure on her back as he guided her inside.
    Feeling bold, she pulled away from him, flicked her pajama
top up over head and tossed it to the floor. “I hope you don’t mind if I get
comfortable.”
    “Not at all.” His gaze homed in on her naked breasts.
    “I think I forgot my bra somewhere,” she teased. “I don’t
know where I could have left it.”
    “I do believe it was returned to you.” His voice was a low,
thick drawl. “But I’m not about to complain you decided not to wear it anyway.”
His thumbs flicked over her already tight nipples, making them tingle.
    “Pinch them,” she urged, desire taking over.
    He complied, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Pleasure shot straight to her pussy. She moaned, arching her breasts in his
hands.
    “What do you want now?” he asked, seemingly enjoying her
sudden command of the situation.
    “I want you to suck my nipples,” she whispered, licking her
lips.
    He lowered his dark head, cupping her breasts in his hands.
His hungry mouth closed over a turgid bud, tongue toying, teeth raking. He
sucked with so much pressure she almost came then and there. He released the
tip of one breast with a lusty sound, and turned the same torturous pleasure on
the other nipple.
    He suckled her until she cried out, then curled an arm
around her naked back, pulling her until they were chest-to-chest. His
masculine hardness was a seductive sensation against her soft, womanly curves.
He kissed her neck, licking a path to her jaw. His teeth caught and tugged her
earlobe.
    “What’s next?” he asked, his breath moist and hot against
her ear.
    She swallowed, wanting him so much she could barely contain
herself. Her pussy was swollen, wet, aching. Her nipples were hard, throbbing
nubs of pleasure. She found the button on his jeans and pulled it free. The
zipper was next, but she was enjoying the slow reveal. It was delectably
excruciating. She stopped, her fingers grazing the taut skin of his belly.
    Emma turned her head to press her