Here And Now

23. Exquisite

Somewhere in my alcohol induced brain I had the thought that sober April would never have rubbed herself over Jackson's thigh or agreed to have sex with him.

Challenged him to make her come.

Said the words, I can be a good girl.

But, even as he now parks his car into the underground parking lot of his apartment complex, all I can think about is the heat that infurled in my belly when he kissed my neck and whispered in my ear.

And I am mostly sober. This decision is not made because of alcohol. Me and Jackson were inevitable. We would have happened sooner or later.

He Climbs out of his car and walks around to open my door.

I climb out and stand on wobbly legs as she shuts the door close and holds onto my shoulder to steady me.

"Easy." He smiles and I slip a hand into his, walking into the elevator. The elevator is surprisingly fast and we climb out into his penthouse an awkward minute later.

I whistle, taking in his penthouse.

"Let me guess? You must be a... trust fund kid, hmm?" I smile teasingly at him.

"Close." He chuckles, putting a glass of water down in front of me.

I take a sit on one of the barstools and sip on the water.

"You inherited this place?"

"Jackpot." He sits down across from me.

"Spoiled, Arrogant, Cocky, what else can we add to that?"

He slowly stalks around the island and turns me around so that he can stand between my legs.

My breathe hitches. The blood in my veins rush and my thoughts slows down.

"Feisty, Smart, Enchanting, I wonder what else can we add to you?"

My belly flips and flops at every word out of his mouth.

I blurt the word out before I can comprehend I am about to say,

"Horny."

Though his eyes crease up in a half smile, the depth of his eyes darken with heat.

"You aren't having any second thoughts?" He leans down close enough for me to taste the words.

In response I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his.

His sharp intake of breath and shaky hands on my hips are telltale of his surprised state.

It's only for a second, the next he smashes his lips to mine. They are soft yet hard against my own, it's a battle of wills as we kiss. His tongue enters my mouth and dominates me into submission.

I moan and pull away to breath before he cradles my neck and kisses me again.

Faintly I register that we are moving, walking in what I hope is the bedroom.

But I can't seem to focus on any of that because right now all my senses are humming in the way his fist is curled in my hair, tugging on them, his other hand trailing on the inside of my thigh, making their way north.

I don't let my own hands sit idle, afterall he's wearing too many clothes. I impatiently unbutton his shirt, breaking off the kiss to focus on the task. I groan when it takes me way too long to get the shirt off him.

He chuckles and removes his shirt, then I watch, rapt, as he holds onto my waist in one hand and tugs of his belt with. ONLY. ONE. HAND.

The belt makes a *swoosh* noise as it's removed and lands on the floor. Goddamn, that was by far the hottest thing I have ever seen.