Dark Legacy by Jen Talty (best non fiction books to read .TXT) 📕

His tongue glided down her stomach, circling her belly button. “Please, sit on the sofa.” Gently, he guided her to the couch, removing her panties. He rested her legs over his shoulders. “I want to know what you like. Please, tell me.”

“I like this.”

He smiled as he lowered his head, his hands toying with her puckered nipples.

“Oh, yes.” She blinked, watching him please her, something she’d never done before. She’d always been embarrassed by her sexuality. She knew in part that had to do with her past, but being with Jackson, she had to wonder if it also had to do with the kind of men she’d always chosen to be with.

Her past boyfriends had been safe.

They were the kind of men who weren’t all that into anything but vanilla sex. They didn’t make sexual jokes and always backed down when she said no.

One of the reasons she’d always turned Jackson down was that he’d come off like a man who enjoyed more.

And she wasn’t wrong.

Only she hadn’t expected that she’d be willing to push her boundaries.

Her breath caught in her chest. Her toes curled. The build came hard and fast, and she wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of sensations that exploded inside her as he stroked her, bringing her to new heights.

She clutched his head, tugging at his hair. Her body convulsed. She gasped for air. Orgasms weren’t a problem. She’d given herself many. And a few men had managed to find their way around her body.

But no one made her feel like this.

“Jackson,” she managed with a throaty groan, her climax still gripping at her muscles. Her pulse soured out of control. “Oh, God.” A second one built in the pit of her stomach. It vibrated through her veins, hitting every part of her body.

He lifted his head, kissing his way up to her mouth, which he took in a hot, wet kiss.

She tugged at the fabric of his clothing, desperate to feel his naked body against hers.

“You are amazing.” He tore at his shirt, tossing it to the side. Slowly, he lowered his slacks over his hips.

Licking her lips, she adjusted herself on the sofa. Her chest heaved up and down with every deep breath. She’d never wanted anything so much in her life.

He pulled something from his pocket and held it up as he stood before her, gloriously naked. “Birth control,” he said.

“Good call.” She took the condom in her fingertips. “We’ll use it in a second.”

“What are you doing?”

“Having my own little party.” Taking him into her mouth, she did something that had always been uncomfortable for her, but she’d been determined to overcome.

And she had.

But not like this.

She stroked, licked, and tasted, enjoying his harsh groans and the way his thigh muscles flexed, and his fingers brushed her hair from her forehead.

“That’s enough of your party. Time to mix it up.” He lifted her off her feet, spun her around, and sat on the sofa. He took the condom and tore the package open with his teeth.

Straddling him, she accepted his length as if they had always been together.

He held her by the hips, guiding her, slowly at first and then picking up speed as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Shannon. Sweet, beautiful Shannon,” Jackson whispered.

In his arms, she felt as if she’d come home. This is where she belonged, and she would do whatever it took to keep Jackson in her life.

He thrust into her hard and deep as he buried his face in her neck, kissing wildly. He groaned, holding her still as his climax spilled out.

He held her tightly, leaning back on the sofa while running his hands up and down her back. “I’ve fallen so hard for you, I can’t see straight.”

“I know what you mean.”

“It’s unexpected and a little scary, but I would never intentionally hurt you. Ever.” He cupped her face and gazed into her eyes.

She smiled. “It’s a lot scary how much I care for you. And I want you to know, you can trust me.”

“That is something I’m not worried about.”

She kissed his cheek. “It’s time for my own personal Sweet Freedom.”

He jerked his head back. “Are you saying you want to board my boat?”

“Yes. And I want to do it now.”

“We’re kind of naked.”

She tilted her head. “After we get dressed. Maybe we can grab a bottle of wine. Because I might need a drink.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just like being with you, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

Chapter Eleven

Shannon stood at the edge of the dock. The moon and the stars shone over the Tartan, casting an eerie glow. She glanced over her shoulder. Jackson had raced back up to the house because he’d forgotten his cell. He waved as he stepped into his cottage.

He’d be back in less than five minutes.

The sailboat wouldn’t swallow her whole in that time.

She blew out a long breath. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this, but it’s time I stop letting you control my world.”

“That’s impossible,” a familiar male voice rang out.

“Who’s there?” She squinted as a shadow appeared in the aft of the boat. She gasped, dropping the bottle of wine. It shattered into a million pieces around her feet. “Alex.”

“In the flesh.” He smiled, holding his hands out wide. “I have to say. You’ve turned into quite the little sex kitten.”

She swallowed her heart, then opened her mouth to say something but no words tumbled from her lips.

“Why don’t you let me help you aboard this beauty?” He offered his arm. “We can start where we left off.”

“That’s not going to happen, and Jackson will be here any second.”

“No, he won’t. Your uncle Ned is taking care of him.”

She clutched her pendant. “Why are you doing this?”

“Come onto the boat and—”

Bang!

She turned on her heel. “No.” She took one step, but her foot landed in a pile of glass. She screamed in pain. The dock vibrated, and Alex lifted her into his arms. “Put me down,