Southern Seduction (40 page)

Thank goodness for Jack’s Corner Liquor. After my day, today I can use a glass of something. Walking through the aisles, I decide on a Chilean Malbec. A glass of wine and some mindless TV is exactly what I need to get my mind off of Dani. I also need to get those dirty thoughts about Jackson out of my head. That kiss he gave me in my mama’s front yard made my panties wet.

My room is set back in the parking lot. It’s a good place to be because I don’t hear the noise from the street. The bad part is that the cell service gets worse the farther back you get from the front office. Looking at my phone, I can see that I have one bar. Well, if anyone needs to get in touch with me, they are going to have to call back tomorrow or leave a message.

“Who’s stalking who now, Savvy?” I hear that voice again, the one that makes my knees quake and my nipples tingle.

“What are you doing here, Jackson? I swear you turn up like a bad penny.”
God, please don’t tell me that he’s staying here.

“I’m staying here,” he says happily.

Of course he is. Why wouldn’t he be? There must be at least a dozen hotels in town and he has to be staying at the same one I am. I bet Jefferson told him where I was staying.

“I thought you would be staying somewhere else. I didn’t think I would find you at my hotel.”

“Oh, so now it’s your hotel. Jefferson lives in the dorm rooms at NSU. If he’s not there, then he’s at Donna’s house, so I can’t stay with him. Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m here for the duration.”

“I’m not disappointed, Jackson. Just a little surprised. I’m sorry if I offended you.”

“It’s okay. You can make it up to me by inviting me over to help you drink that bottle of wine.” I know where this is going to lead if he ends up in my room. Somewhere in the back of my head, I hear Dani cheering me on.

“Give me fifteen minutes before you come over. I am in room 23. See you soon.”

Oh Lord help me.
Jackson Moore is coming over to my room. What in the hell am I going to do? Nothing. I am going to do nothing. I will drink my wine and watch TV and send him on his way. Until then, I am going to jump in the shower, shave my legs, and freshen up—just in case.

Barely fifteen minutes later, I am opening the door to his knock. “Hey, Sav. Your room looks just like mine,” he says as he enters.

“Imagine that.” I pour our wine into the plastic cups supplied by the hotel. It’s not pretty, but it works. My room has a king-sized bed, a dresser, and a table with two chairs. Not thinking, I climb onto the bed before I turn on the TV. Jackson climbs up right beside me. “What are you doing? Get out of my bed, Jackson.”

“Come on, Savvy. It’s been a long day and I don’t want to sit on that hard chair. I promise not to ravish you.”

“Fair enough, Jackson, but I can’t make the same promise to you.” His eyes pop open wide. The look of shock makes me giggle. “Drink your wine. I promise to behave.”

“Hell, Savannah, I was just getting excited and now all you’re offering is a plastic cup of wine and some old reruns of
Friends
.” His lips fall into his famous pout. It used to be my undoing, but now that I’m older, I’m not falling for it.

“Lie down, Jackson. I need a pillow to rest my head on.” Jackson settles in and I lay my head on his stomach. I feel his finely toned muscles against my cheek. The warmth of his body next to mine sends a chill throughout my body. I used to love to lie with him like this. The rise and fall of his chest has always been soothing to me.

“Are you cold?” Jackson asks as he pulls the bedspread from under him and covers both of us.

“No, I think I’m just worn out. It’s been a long day. Thanks for everything today, Jackson. I’ve missed you.” I snuggle closer to him and relax.

“I’ve missed you too, Savvy. No one has ever come close to you.” That’s the last thing that I remember him saying.

I don’t know when he left my room, but I wake up to an empty bed and an empty bottle of wine.

First things first, I absolutely must brush my teeth. That awful sticky film that finds a home in your mouth at night tastes ten times worse after you drink wine. Dragging myself into the bathroom, I see my reflection in the mirror. The girl looking back at me doesn’t look nearly as bad as I expected. I was in desperate need of sleep. I think Jackson’s presence helped me to fall asleep, and once I was there, I slept well. Maybe he can come tuck me into bed every night.

The shower feels wonderful. I lean against the wall and let the steamy water drip down my body. I lather up the washcloth and begin to clean my arms and legs. Just as I am about to put the washcloth between my legs, I hear Jackson’s voice.

“I wish I were that washcloth right now, Savvy.”

The sound of his voice frightens me. I thought that he had left long ago. “Jackson, you get out of this bathroom right now.” I wait for him to retreat. He doesn’t budge. I rub the fog off of the glass door and see him leaning against the wall. He looks delicious from his broad shoulders to his boots. The jeans he’s wearing mold around his body like melted wax.

“I feel more naked than you, Savvy. The way you’re undressing me with your eyes is hot. Should I strip down for you so you can get a better look?”

“Jackson, I need some peace. Go take a load off and I’ll come right out.” What does that man think he’s doing staring at my naked body while I’m showering? He did look really hot in those jeans. Jackson was always hot. Whew, I need to refocus.

The water cascades over my head as I try to think of anything but Jackson. I remember everything about him. Sometimes I wonder if my memories made things bigger and better than they really were.

The click of the shower door takes me by surprise. The bigger surprise is seeing Jackson standing in front of me bare-ass naked. I track his body from the top of his head down to the soles of his feet—taking it all in. Once isn’t enough, so I do it again.

“Savvy, I heard the words peace, load, and come, and I knew you were calling to me. Can I join you in a little clean fun?”

“You know, if you climb into this shower, there’s going to be nothing clean about it.” I could never resist him. I’m not going to lie to myself—I want him.

“Is that an invite, Savvy?”

“It’s as close to one as you’re going to get. I haven’t decided whether I hate you or not.”

Jackson steps into the shower and presses up against me. The dichotomy between his hot body and the cold tile throws my equilibrium off. Maybe it’s just Jackson that throws me off balance. I feel like I have an angel on one shoulder and Dani on the other. The angel is whispering in my ear, telling me to walk away because no good can come of this. Dani, on the other hand, is yelling in my ear,
“Fuck yeah! I always knew you would find each other again!”
It’s Dani’s week, and I’m throwing caution to the wind.

“Oh God, Jackson, you are exactly as I remember you—only better.” I rub my hands all over his chest and down his hips, where I reach around and grab his butt. He has the tightest ass ever. All of those years of playing football have given him a hard body. Looking down, I can see that everything about Jackson is hard today. I pondered earlier whether my memory of him made everything bigger and better. He is just as glorious as he was seven years ago. Now to find out if he’s learned anything new over the years.

“Savvy, I can’t believe I’m here right now. I have dreamed of this for years. I didn’t picture this happening at the Super 8 though. I just imagined holding you in my arms again. You drive me crazy. I’ve never gotten over you. I was stupid and I was wrong and I don’t want you to hate me. I want you to love me.” His lips find their way to my neck.

“Jackson, you know this is going nowhere right? We live in different states. We’ve both changed.”

“You haven’t changed, Savvy. You’re still the girl I remember. I broke your heart and I want to mend it. I’m the only one who can.” His kisses trail up the side of my face.

“I’ve missed you, Jackson. Everything about you. I missed your long legs to your long—”

Jackson shuts me up with a kiss. His hands are all over my body. He’s become the washcloth and he is doing a fine job of rubbing me down. He works at a slower pace than he did when we were kids. He touches me like he has all the time in the world. As his hands come to my breasts, I hold my breath. I loved it when he played with my nipples. He has this way of tugging and twisting that sends me through the roof. No one else has ever been able to create the same sensation. I swear that he can make me come by simply fondling my girls. That’s what we called them when we were kids. He would come up to me, grab one of my breasts, and say,
“How are my girls today?”
It seems silly now, but it’s nice to think back and remember the fun times.

“Savvy, I want to make love to you, but not in the shower. I want our first time back together to last all night, and as much as I love being in here with you, things will start to prune up and I don’t want to go there.” He looks down at his erection and then back up to my face.

“Let’s get you out of here. We can’t have you shriveling up before you even get started. I only have a few more days here, and I plan to use you as my grief counselor.” I start to laugh at the thought.

“It’s good to see you joke again. I was beginning to worry about you.” Jackson turns off the water. He reaches down, picks me up by my butt cheeks, and carries me from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“We have to dry off!” As I’m squirming in his hands, he carries me to the bed and tosses me on top.

“I’m going to lick you dry. I will suck up every drop of water from your body, and then I am going to bury myself in you. I plan to stay there all day and night.”

Jackson lives up to his promise. He licks every inch of my body, spending extra time visiting the girls. He moves from the twins down south to the bayou, where my moisture flows freely.

“God, Savvy, you are so wet and it’s not from the shower. You are driving me crazy. All I want to do is bury myself inside of you.”

“Then do it, Jackson. I want you in me. I need you in me.” I can’t believe that I’m reduced to begging. I need a release and I need Jackson. “Now, Jackson!”

“Sorry, Savvy. You’re not getting your way today. I want this to be the best sexual experience of your life. I want to make sure that you will never want another man. I want you to only want me.”

As soon as he finishes his proclamation, he dives between my legs. I haven’t had someone settle their face between my legs in years. The experience is almost overwhelming. His tongue dips into my opening and slowly slides from there to my swollen clitoris. As soon as he reaches my happy button, I come unglued. He grabs my hips and pins me to the bed.

“Hold still, Savvy. I want you to feel every last shudder that I am going to draw from your body.” He closes his lips around me and gently sucks and pulls until I am at the pinnacle of my climax. He expertly keeps me there until I want to scream in frustration. The warm tingle starts in my toes and continues to the top of my head. I know my body, and the minute I begin to tense and release my internal muscles, I have taken control of this journey. Holding my breath, I reach for it, and as the rolling waves of my climax wash over me, I call out his name.

“Oh, Jackson, please! I want you in me,” I plead. There is no better feeling than to be completely full after an explosive orgasm. The walls of your sex are so sensitive and every movement is intensified by the experience.

I hear the tearing of the foil packet, and I wait in anticipation as Jackson readies himself. I can feel him pressing at my entrance. My heart is racing in anticipation. He pushes into me at a slow and steady pace, filling me with every inch of his glorious cock. It feels like I’ve just gone to heaven. I toss my head back and moan.

“Savvy, look at me. I want to see your eyes when I make love to you. There is no better feeling in the world than when I’m inside of you. I want to drown in your eyes as I drive into your body.” Jackson picks up the pace.

I don’t know how he does it, but he drives me to the edge again. I have never had more than one orgasm in a session. Maybe it’s the intensity of his stare, or maybe it’s just because it’s Jackson. His body tenses as he shouts my name. He pumps into me several more times before I feel his body shudder. The smile on his face and the look in his eyes are my undoing. I find my release while staring into his blue eyes.