Jackson's POV:
I wrap the dry towel around Kylie's bare shivering body as I shift her around, so I'm cradling her body in my arms. I crouch down, holding her tight, and grab my pants and shirt, saying fuck the shoes. I can get them later. I just need to get this sleeping beauty to her bed and in some clothes before I lose my mind completely.
I still can't believe she passed out after I made her cum. But in a way, I'm kind of glad she did because I don't think I would have been able to stop myself otherwise, and she didn't seem like she would have stopped me either. I don't want her to regret anything that happens between us.
As I carry her carefully down the winding stairs, I lick my lips, savoring the taste of her still on my tongue.
Fuck. She tasted and felt even better than I remember. Pussy still tight as ever, and she saved that perfect mouthwatering ass just for me. Whatever I did to deserve this second chance with her, I don't know, but I will not let myself or anyone else fuck this up. I'll do whatever it takes. The way she looked at me when I lost control, as I always do with her and my domineering side came out... She knows my possessive, obsessive nature, and it doesn't scare her. She loves it. It's what made her cum so hard.
I look down at her beautiful face as she starts to nuzzle into my neck, and that's when I remember I'm still in just my soaking wet boxers. Shit.
As I reach the bottom of the steps and start to move in the direction of her bedroom, I hear the soft clearing of someone's throat. I already know who it is, and I'm not sure how I feel about her catching me like this. After walking in on me basically mauling Kylie on her kitchen counter, and now she's seen me carrying Kylie to her bedroom, both of us barely clothed and soaking wet, and the worst part, Kylie is knocked out.
I slowly turn around, pulling Kylie tighter to my chest. Gabriella hides her eyes with her hand as her cheeks go pink. "Gabriella, this isn't..." My voice trails off as I'm unsure how to explain what I'm doing. She probably thinks I'm just a little fecker trying to get in Kylie's pants. Which I guess I am... But I don't want her pussy unless I have her heart too... I want all of her. And all to myself.
"No, no need to explain." She peaks towards us between her fingers for a split second, "I completely understand." Before hiding her eyes again and clearing her throat again at this awkward exchange. "The food should be here soon." She speaks one last time before dashing away.
I pick up my pace to Kylie's bedroom before Callahan pops out of the shadows too. I have a feeling he wouldn't be so understanding seeing Kylie and me this way.
When I get to her room, I gently lay her down in the poofy comforter, and somehow she still hasn't woken up. Still, she whines faintly in her sleep as I run the towel down her naked body to dry her off some more, my depravity forcing me to spend some extra time on her breasts and in between her legs. She still doesn't wake, only groaning when I stop, grabbing my shirt and pulling her up slightly into a sitting position so I can wrap her in my shirt. You would think she's drunk or someone drugged her by the way her limbs just flop around as I pull her arms through the shirt.
I tuck her under the blankets, and she reaches her hand out, barely running it across the sheets like she's searching me out. I hope it's me she dreams about... I want to consume her every thought like she does mine.
I peel my soaked boxers off as I watch her cuddle up into her pillow, sighing, her lips parting slightly. The sight of her sated and curled up naked except for my shirt is almost too tempting to look at. She really is like sleeping beauty herself... And fuck do I want her so bad. The taste of her cumming on my mouth is just not enough. I knew this would happen as soon as I started pulling her bikini off. I've started a frenzy that I can't control and it's making me want to slide into that bed behind her and see how much I can get away with until she wakes up... Maybe stick in just the tip.
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