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can’t
fool me, babe. I know you as well as you know me. The only reason you wouldn’t
be listening to my music was because you were hung up on me.”
    “Fuck’s
sake, Jackson, you are too damned arr—”
    He cut her
off with his lips. With his hands. He grasped her ass through her jeans and
held her against his erection while his lips connected with hers. A pulse of
longing surged through her, like a storm wreaking havoc on a coastal city. He
crumbled all her defences and her body instantly softened into him.
    The brief
moment of fight left her when he rocked into her aching pussy. Hard, ready,
thick, long. Christ, everything she needed right now. Hands around his neck,
she ground into him, releasing a moan against his lips. He pressed the kiss
deep, making her stomach flip in delight.
    Jackson
drew back slightly, still holding her firm against him. “Don’t fight me, Jazz.”
    She ground
her teeth together, battling her needs. It was just heartache waiting to happen
but damn if her body didn’t understand that. She needed him. Had to have his
cock deep inside her. This wasn’t love, she told herself. Just pure sexual
desire. But could she afford to indulge it?
    One thumb
skimmed over her cheek and cupped her chin. He lowered his head and tilted her
face to give him better access to her neck. Instant thrills shot through her as
his lips tickled her skin. His tongue lapped at the tender spot behind her neck
and then worked to tease her ear.
    “We’ve got
one night…” he murmured in her ear.
    The lyrics
made her stiffen. She loved this song. One Night by The Goo Goo Dolls.
Was she really being seduced by words?
    “To let
the whole world know. Just how perfect we could be. Just close your eyes…” he
trailed off as he closed his teeth around her lobe.
    And Jazz
did as he commanded. She closed her eyes. One night? Did he mean that? And
could she possible indulge in one night with Jackson and move on?
    Was she
kidding herself in believing it might give her closure?
    Muscled
chest pressed against her breasts and she sighed. Yep, she probably was. But
who could refuse Jackson Wilde?
    “Kiss me,”
she spilled out before she could change her mind. “Fuck me.”
    He
chuckled. “You haven’t changed.”
    She raised
her brow. “Are you going to or not?”
    “I don’t
need telling twice.” Hands still on her rear, he scooped her into his hold and
kissed her furiously.
    Jazz could
only hold on and kiss him back. Firm lips and a strong tongue assailed her
until her body shook. Carefully, Jackson dropped to his knees on the stage, his
hands working up and down her back. His touch heated her skin and left her
struggling for air. How the hell had she survived so long without him? And when
had the chemistry between them ever burned this bright? They’d always been
amazing together but it had been so sweet and… pale compared to this.
She felt like she was drowning in him.
     Legs
wrapped around his hips, she twined her hands through his hair and drew in the
scent of him. It hadn’t changed. How crazy was that? The stage lights bathed
their skin in vibrant colours. She tugged at his shirt, skimming her fingertips
over his collarbone before dropping her lips down onto his skin. Jazz licked
his chest briefly, the tang of salt on her tongue exhilarating. He groaned as
she slipped a hand down between them to cup his hardness through his jeans. He
yanked her hand away when she continued.
    “You’re
going to kill me,” he declared gruffly and lifted her again.
    Jazz bit
back a sigh of disappointed as he disengaged their bodies and placed her on the
edge of the stage. With a nimble leap, he stepped off the stage and positioned
her so he could stand between her legs as they hung off the stage.
    “I need
time to touch you… to see you, babe. I’ve dreamed of doing this to you for so
long.”
    She was
putty in his hands. The desire hooding his gaze made her stomach flip. She’d do
anything. Strong hands came to her