A Graduation Present

A Graduation Present; Chapter. 3

Jackson pulled away and broke the kiss and was delighted at her small sigh of disappointment. "Andie, I don't think we should be doing this. I only brought you here so that you would be safe. I don't want to take advantage of the situation. I don't want to hurt you."

"I know, Mr. Warren, you would never hurt me. You are so incredible; I just want to be with you." Andie assured him in a low throaty whisper. She lowered her mouth to his again, lightly kissing him as if to find out if he would pull away again. When he didn't, and instead returned the kiss, she moaned in to his mouth.

Jackson slipped his hands under the loose tee she was wearing and his fingers glided across her soft skin. The feeling of her bare back under his hands was amazing; he never knew that touching someone's back could be so erotic. He pulled her closer to him and continued the kiss. Their tongues slid across one another and Jackson tilted his head to deepen the kiss and was rewarded with Andie's throaty sigh. His hands continued up and down her back; his fingers firmly pressing in to her skin without hurting her, just holding her close.

Andie was hot, very hot. All she wanted was for Jackson to relieve her of the borrowed clothes and help her put out the fire he had started deep inside her. She loved his kisses that flowed from leisurely and romantic to hot and passionate. His hands felt so incredible on her skin, holding her firmly to him without hurting her. She wanted those hands all over her body.

"Andie, I think we need to stop. I can't take advantage of you like this; you are too special to me." Jackson tried to convince himself as much as her as he broke the kiss. He truly wanted nothing more than to burry himself in her at that very moment.

"Please." Andie whispered to him. Her body was shaking with the need for him; she didn't think she would ever be whole again if he did not make love to her now.

With the one word and the look on her face, Jackson felt something inside of him crumble. He nudged her off of his chest, and slowly urged her to stand up. He got to his feet and reached for her hand, pulling it up to his mouth and placed a kiss on the palm of her hand. He then led her by the hand to his bedroom.

The covers on the bed were all tangled from Andie's earlier attempt at falling asleep. Jackson groaned again at the thought of her in his bed and lightly squeezed her hand as he pulled her in to his room. He turned to face her as they stood by the bed. She smiled up at him as he took both of her hands in his and placed light kisses on her knuckles.

"Andie, are you sure about this? I don't want you to do something you do not want to do. You are so special to me, sweetheart." Jackson repeated. His greatest fear was that she would change her mind and run from the room. As much as he wanted to make love to her, he could wait as long as he had to, so long as she was his. His -- the thought of Andie being his was a shock, but it just seemed so right. She couldn't be anyone else's. He decided she belonged here with him.

"Jackson, I am sure. I want this so much." It was the first time she called him by his first name since he had picked her up from the party. It was like music to his ears, to hear her call him by his name and tell him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Jackson slipped his hands from hers and reached for the hem of her borrowed shirt. He began pulling it up over her body and she slowly raised her arms so the shirt could slip up and off. Each inch of her body revealed by the absence of the shirt made Jackson's heart clench. Her stomach was flat and tight, and flared just slightly at her hips. Her narrow rib cage led to the round curve of the underside of her breasts and Jackson stopped breathing.

Andie was glad when the shirt was lifted over her face; she knew she was blushing from Jackson's intense gaze on her body. She smiled nervously at him as he pulled the shirt over her arms and off of her at last. She lowered her arms to her sides and waited for him take in the sight of her naked chest. She silently prayed that her body would not disappoint him. She knew she was a little late in developing a more womanly figure, but up until now she had thought she had developed nicely. Andie was unsure now; she would be heartbroken if Jackson was disappointed.

"Oh, God. Andie." Jackson let out the breath he had been holding. She was incredible. Her breasts were high and firm on her small frame, and while they were not terribly large, they looked much bigger than he would have thought would be possible on such a small woman. He smiled down at her and lightly stroked up and down on her arms. "You are so beautiful and sexy."

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