Back For Her: An Irish Mafia Romance

Travis vs Jackson

Kylie's POV:

I'm still trying to get my wits about me after Jackson stormed over here in a mouth-watering dark blue suit, but only after he blew off some skanky looking woman sitting in the booth with him. I still can't help the extreme jealousy pulsing through my body at the thought of any other woman putting her hands on Jackson.

That's why my body took over and staked my claim on him and confessed that I haven't stopped thinking about him and him only since he left my house...

And now Jackson grumbles at the people in our way as he drags me through the party towards the back of the building, which I know has a few offices and a lounge area for employees. He picks up his pace as we get closer to the door labeled 'employees only.'

Jackson shoves the swinging door open, still keeping me pressed close to his body. He drags me through the threshold, slamming it shut with his foot, before gripping my hips tightly, turning my body, and thrusting me up against the closed door. He doesn't even check to see if anyone is in here. And I only have a quick second to scan the room and confirm it's empty before he grips my chin in between two fingers, his other arm stretched out above me to cage me against the door.

"Fuck." Jackson groans, smashing his forehead against mine. "Tell me to stop." His fingers run down the vein I can feel pulsating in my neck to my cleavage, stopping just before he reaches it. "I can't fucking control myself around you."

I try to catch my breath, my heart racing faster than ever, as I try to push words out of my mouth. Of course, all I can do is whimper Jackson's name, barely able to control the moans that want to come out at the touch of his warm flesh against mine.

"Jackson..." Only he will ever be able to get this kind of reaction out of me.

He groans, sliding his hand up my neck, running his thumb gently over my bottom lip, his eyes moving down to watch my lips.

"When you say my name," He groans again. "I get so fucking hard I can barely stand to look at you without wanting to rip every stitch of clothing off you right then and there and bury myself deep inside you." Jackson's words end with a frustrated growl as he pulls me up against his chest and drapes my right leg around his hip.

And because he's so tall, even with me wearing high heels, I'm forced to stand on the tip of my shoe with my left leg, but Jackson holds me up in his strong arms. He grinds his erection into my center, which now has a pool forming inside my thin lacy thong. Fuck...

"Please, just tell me no and I'll stop." Jackson's desperate plea for me to give him a reason to stop only has me creaming more in my panties. I need to tell him to stop, but the problem is that I don't want to. And now my brain is no longer making the decisions for me, my body is... And my body wants him touching every inch.

"Maybe I don't want you to stop."

Jackson halts the movement of his finger against my lips, and his hips stop moving against my center. He searches my eyes for a brief second, trying to make sure I really want this. And I do, I really do. His breathing picks up, and his eyes sparkle with lust before he smashes his lips to mine.

He kisses me with fervor, reaching his hands down to grasp my ass in both hands and pulls me up to wrap my legs around his waist, my dress riding up with the fast movement.

Jackson never breaks the punishing search of my mouth as he carries me over to the couch, plopping down with me, straddling his waist. He groans into my mouth, swiping at my tongue with his as I start to grind down against the massive bulge pushing at his dress pants.