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waist, pulling her close just for a moment
as he trailed his lips over her neck. She shuddered and whimpered when his mouth
left her skin. Jackson’s fingers came to the hem of her t-shirt, slipped
underneath and smoothed across the flat plane of her stomach. Then one hand
went higher, higher until it found the cup of her bra. He curled a palm around
one breast and they both groaned.
    Tugging
the cup down and her tee up, he dipped his head to take a nipple into his
mouth. Sharp heat surrounded the aching tip, and she cried out and arched into
him. He did the same to her other breast, revealing her to the stage lights and
taking his time to kiss all over her soft flesh before laving his tongue over
her puckered tipple and nipping gently. The sweet relief of his teeth against
her sensitive flesh caused her head to drop back and she stared up at the
rigging above them.
    Jackson
tugged at her top, forcing her gaze back to him. Had she lost her mind? The
tiniest moment of fear fluttered through her belly but by the time he pulled
off her top and undone her bra, it was replaced with swirling heat and need.
The look in his eyes was something she hadn’t seen in a long time and it had
changed. It was deeper, more intense. His gaze sketched her for several moments
and she couldn’t bring herself to be self-conscious. She propped her hands on
the stage and leant back slightly, offering her breasts to him.
    He
scrubbed a hand across his face, as if trying to wake himself from a dream.
“Fuck, Jazz, when did you get so hot?”
    Jazz tried
to laugh but it came out a splutter. His expression was deadly serious. She had
the sinking feeling nothing would be the same after this night—that one night
would never be enough—but was she willing to give him more? Willing to give him
another chance? She just didn’t know.
    Doing the
only thing she could, she reached for his shirt and pulled him close again. She
couldn’t make sense of this. Maybe she never would. But she did understand that
if she didn’t have Jackson tonight, she might regret it forever. Perhaps the
pain would be worth it. She sure hoped so.
    The feel
of his cotton shirt against her breasts made her gasp and she rubbed against
him while dragging her hands up and down his back. He claimed her mouth again
and wrapped his arms around her. Safe and enclosed in his hold, Jazz gave up
questioning and surrendered to the heat of his body and tongue.
    However, soon
it wasn’t enough and she pushed her hands up between them to tug his shirt. She
fumbled with the buttons and heard one pop.
    “Just rip
it,” he said, tearing his mouth from hers.
    Jazz was
tempted to ask if he was sure and then she remembered this was Jackson Wilde
and he wasn’t going to worry about a shirt. The man lived on the edge—or at
least he had. Now he seemed different. Less outrageous and more serious. Like a
man wanting to make a change…
    She eyed
his mussed hair and heaving chest and gripped both sides of his shirt before
pulling it apart. Buttons pinged and scattered across the floor and she helped
him frantically shove the black cotton down his arms. Jazz released a long sigh
and flattened her palms against his chest. He’d always been in good shape but
they were both so young. Now he looked like a man. Some of the ink on his arms
she recognised but a lot was new, as were the tattoos painted across his chest
and the one peeking out of the top of his jeans. She licked her lips. The
nipple piercing was new too.
    Jazz swallowed
heavily and ran her hands up and down his arms, then hooked her legs around his
hips to draw him close. They both groaned as flesh met flesh, softness against
hardness. Desire swirled through her veins and pooled in her belly. Like an
animal unleashed, his movements grew frantic and he held her fiercely against
him as he pressed hard kisses to her lips, her neck and chest.
    Jackson
gripped her hair tightly in one hand and used it to tug her head back and give
him better