Jackson is the type of man to say what he wants not caring about others opinions, "there's more," Jackson said, as he lifted a strawberry to my mouth. "But the more time I spend with you, the less interested I am in architecture, and the more interested I am in getting you naked." He's not one to handle having other men touch, talk or dance with his woman he gets jealousy and fierce and wanting to kick some a**, "not just yet?" Jackson growls. "Try not ever." He grabs my hand and yanks me to him with such force that I fall against him." There was one conversation Jackson and his girl had that I quite enjoyed the playfulness and easeness they had with each other:
He takes my hand, then kisses my palm. "And I channeled control into sex."
I lift a brow. "Did you? I hadn't noticed."
"I guess I'll have to try to be more obvious." He gently strokes the hand he still holds.
I was nervous that there would be a cliffhanger but I realized that not once have I read a Kenner book that has had one so I was pleased that it didn't, the story ends leaving room for more story.
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