It’s getting HOT!!!!

February 28, 2010 at 5:15 pm (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

Well, it has been a lazy weekend!  Pretty soon, I will begin edits on Shadows of Ecstasy, the third book in the Club X series.  If you haven’t read the rest of the Club X series, you can check it out at www.shaunahart.com.

I hope that you are all enjoying Choices.  Let me know what you think 🙂

Without further ado, let’s get right to Mallory and Jackson:

Excerpt 18

Jackson twisted his tie, scowling at his reflection.  Despite his best efforts, the damned thing still wasn’t straight.  Yanking it out, he began the laborious process of starting over again.  After several minutes of cursing, he was able to get it on right.  He leaned over the sink, gripping the porcelain edges as he hung his head. 

How the hell was he going to get through this day?

            Last night, as he stared at what was left of his mother, things had become real to him.  He supposed that his mind had played tricks on him since he came back.  He hadn’t wanted to face her death, and his mind had done the humane thing by pretending that she was just on a vacation. 

            Lifting his head, he stared at his own reflection.  Putting this off wouldn’t make it go away.  He had to face it, no matter how painful it was.  The service seemed to pass by in a blur.  He sat alone in the front row, which was always reserved for family.  He knew that he made a pitiful display.  But a part of him didn’t care.  The people in this town would remember this day as they remembered everything else, with a half-true version of it.  It didn’t matter anymore what the town’s elite thought about him.  Now, they were clamoring for his attention, but the second his star lost its luster they would be telling each other they had never thought much of him. 

            Climbing into the black limousine, he leaned his head back on the seat.  Rain glided down the windows in sheets.  When they reached the cemetery, he let out the breath he had been holding.  Standing beneath the green tent, the raindrops created a clattering sound overhead.  He felt the presence of people all around him, but he didn’t see them.  He didn’t see anything, except his mother’s casket perched above her plot.

As he climbed back into the limo to leave, he caught a glimpse of the woman who made him run from this place years ago.  Her eyes met his, and he realized how costly her hold on him had been.

            Mallory watched him drive away, her heart aching for him.  Walking back to the car, she tried her best to shield herself from the pouring rain.  Derrick, she couldn’t help but notice, had chosen not to make an appearance today.   She had to admit that she was grateful for that.  With Jacob spending the night there, she was left alone again.  The thought of going home made her stomach turn.  She hated being alone.  True, there were moments when she was glad for some quiet time, but there were other moments where she felt lost.  If it wasn’t for Jacob, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself.

            She spent the rest of the day at the store trying to keep her thoughts centered, but no matter how she tried they always returned to Jackson.  Deciding to punish herself, she began to do inventory in a vain attempt to keep her mind centered. 

She was in the back when she heard the bell ring. 

“I’ll be right there,” she called out.

            Pushing a wayward strand of hair off her forehead, she walked up to the front.  Curtis lounged against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Hey sis, how’s it going?” he asked with a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes.

            She put the stack of books down on the counter.  “Curtis,” she replied with a nod.  “What brings you here?”

            Cocking his head to the side, he gave her a sly wink.  “Can’t a big brother check in on his little sister every once in a while?”

            Her eyes narrowed.  “Did Dad send you?”

            “He’s a little bit concerned,” he admitted.

            Glaring at him, her hands flew to her hips.  “Concerned about what exactly?”      Holding his hand in the air, his eyebrows arched high.  “Hey, don’t shoot the messenger, okay?”

            Her lips formed a grim line.  “Let me guess, he heard that Jackson Hart was back in town?”

            “You have to admit that you don’t have the best track record in that department,” Curtis defended.

            “He’s unbelievable,” she exclaimed, shaking her head in frustration.

            “He just wants you to remember that you’re a Westfall,” he relayed evenly.

            She rolled her eyes.  “How could I ever forget?”

“Great!” he said, walking over to the door.  When he reached it, he turned to face her.  “You really should visit him more.  He misses you and Jacob.”

            Before she could respond, he was gone. 

            She sighed heavily.  Years after she had made the ultimate sacrifice for him, her father still attempted to run her life.  She hated him for the years he had cost her, for the lie he made her live.  As she closed the store, her thoughts returned to Jackson.  She couldn’t help but wonder how he was doing.  Before she could think things through, she found herself heading toward the cabin.  The lights inside created a halo around it.  Parking her car next to his jeep, she climbed out.  Fighting the mosquitoes, she walked across the dirt road, climbing the steps to the front door. 

            As she stood on his porch, she began to question her sanity.  After all, she wasn’t naïve enough to think he would be glad to have a visitor right now, especially a visitor that hurt him as badly as she had.  Before she could think about it any further, she lightly wrapped her knuckles on the screen door.  The door opened to reveal Jackson, bare-chested in sweatpants.  Memories washed over her, heating her in all the wrong places.  His black hair was tousled, and his eyes were glazed. 

            She waited for his reaction, not sure if she was about to be thrown off the patio. 

Instead, he opened the door, one arm hanging lazily on the doorjamb.  “I knew you’d find your way here sooner or later,” he drawled. 

            Before she allowed herself to ponder that statement too much, she came inside.  Out of the corner of her eye she saw a stack of empty, half-crushed beer cans on the coffee table.  He closed the door behind her, his hungry gaze traveling over the length of her body.  Heat pooled in sensitive places, making her mind swim. 

            “I just wanted to see if you were okay,” she explained softly.

            “Uh uh,” he said, shaking his head.

            “What?” she asked, clearly confused.

            “That’s not why you came,” he replied, stalking toward her.

            The look in his eyes worried her.  “What are you talking about, Jackson?” 

Her eyes searched the room for a way to escape as he came dangerously close.  The smell of alcohol drifted up to her nostrils.  In her attempt to move away from him, he had effectively cornered her against the wall. 

He leaned in, his breath teasing her ear.

            “I know why you came, Mallory.  It’s the same reason you always used to come to see me, and it sure as hell doesn’t have anything to do with making sure I’m okay.”

            Her body tingled with his nearness, but she struggled to maintain control.  “You’re drunk, Jackson,” she pointed out, her voice sounding way too breathless.

            The corners of his lips tugged up on a grin.  “Maybe…But I can still give you what you want.”

            Gripping her hips, he hauled her against him.  Her hands instinctively splayed across his nipples, causing a low groan to rumble from deep in his throat.  The feel of him against her made her nipples tighten.  His tongue reached out to tease her earlobe making her eyelids flutter closed. 

She was losing this battle. 

And fast. 

Unable to stop herself, her palms turned to cover his nipples fully.

He moaned.  “That’s right, baby.  Take what you came for.”

            The words jolted her out of her sensual haze.  Pushing away from him, she raced to the other side of the room. 

“Jackson, I did not come here for this,” she vehemently denied.

He stalked her like a lion stalks his pray.  For each step he took forward, she took one back. 

            “Sure you did, baby.  It’s the only reason you ever came to me, isn’t it?”

            “That’s not true.”

            Tilting his head to the side, his steps never faltered.  “No?  Perhaps you forget how quickly you left when you were done.”

            A quick glance made her realize that somehow he had trapped her in his old bedroom.  Looking inside, she realized that nothing had changed.  It was as if she had stepped into a time warp.  Memories assaulted her, making her eyes squeeze shut. 

            “Remember the night I had you for the first time?  You were so wet I could barely hold out long enough to make you come.”

            Biting her lower lip, she tried to block out the images his words were conjuring.  He backed her up against the wall, his hands splaying on either side of her head. 

“Do you remember what if felt like to have me inside of you?” he whispered, his breath tickling the side of her neck. 

            When he leaned in, she felt the length of his arousal against her stomach.  She knew that answering him would give him what he wanted, but she couldn’t help herself. 

“Yes,” she breathed, her head falling back against the wall.

            She felt his hands cover her breasts, taunting her nipples to full points.  “Did you miss me, baby?” he asked, his breathing ragged.

            His tongue snaked out to trace the length of her jaw.  He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, his teeth nipping at it gently.  His hands slid around her waist to cup her buttocks, lifting her against his bulging erection and causing her to gasp. 

“I’ve missed you.  Can you feel how much?”

            Instinctively, her arms came up to encircle his neck, her hands delving into his hair.  His hands curved around the cleft of her ass, lifting her off the ground.  Her legs circled his waist.  A breathy moan escaped her lips at the intensity of feeling him against her, cradled in the one place that needed him most.  Heat pooled between her legs as he rubbed against her.  Her mouth fell open and he took the advantage to cover it with his own.  His tongue plundered her mouth, taking what he needed.  Her tongue curled around his. 

She knew that her willpower was slipping away, but she couldn’t find it in her to care.  She wanted him.  God, did she want him.  There was no more denying it.  Like an addict crying out for one last taste, her body refused to be denied.  Walking over to the bed, he let her slide down the front of his body. 

When he pulled away, his eyes seemed to devour every inch of her.   

“Take your clothes off,” he ordered, his eyes dark with passion.

“Jackson…” she began slowly.

“Take them off, Mallory,” he repeated more firmly this time.

She searched for some kind of understanding, but she found none.  “No,” she answered, her chin lifting in defiance.

His head tilted to the side, a cynical smile forming on his beautiful mouth.  “No?” he asked, clearly amused.  “Would you like me to do it for you?”

“No,” she answered honestly.   She had no doubt that he would do just that. 

His eyes narrowed dangerously.  “Then, take them off.”

She should have refused him.  But the truth was that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.  Her fingers came up to slowly pull the buttons of her shirt free, his eyes following every movement.  It fell to the floor moments before she pushed her jeans over her hips.  Trying to block out the resemblance to the first time they made love, she unclasped her bra, sliding it over her arms to free her breasts.  When she pushed her panties down her hips to reveal an auburn patch of curls, she heard his quick intake of breath.

“Lay down,” he instructed. 

Climbing onto the bed, she watched as he pushed the sweatpants down his legs to free his erection.  Staring up at him, her body tingled.  He was even more beautiful than she remembered.  His lips tugged up on a smile as her mouth fell open.  Then, he was on top of her, his mouth plundering hers, taking what she offered.  Spreading her thighs wide, he pressed his erection against her. 

His mouth traveled lower to cover her nipple, his tongue toying with the pink bud.  Her fingers dove into his hair imprisoning him against her.  He tilted his head giving the same attention to the other peak that strained against him.  When he began to move lower, she caught his shoulders. 

Her eyes searched his uneasily.

“I want to taste you.” 

Her eyes never left his as his mouth covered her.  She cried out at the exquisite feeling of his tongue parting her tender folds.  He slid a finger inside of her as his tongue toyed with the sensitive nub at the top.  One of his hands curled around her thigh as he slid another finger inside.  Her lower body tightened as the first wave of pleasure swept through her.  Gripping the sheets, her body moved against him.  Finally, she could take no more.  She needed to feel him inside of her. 

“Jackson, please,” she begged, her breathing coming out in short pants.

Moving up her body, he pressed himself against her slick folds.  He drove into her in one long thrust.  Crying out against his neck, her nails bit into his back. 

“God, you’re tight.”

Slowly, he began to move inside of her.  When her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands curled around her wrists hoisting them high over her head.  Her eyes widened and she gasped in surprise.  Bucking against him, her movements only served to drive him further into her body.  He plunged into her again, his body bent on its own satisfaction. 

“Jackson, please.  Not like this,” she whimpered. 

His grip loosened on her arms, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin of her neck.  She shivered against him, her hands gripping the muscles in his back. 

“Can’t wait,” he murmured. 

His hand moved between their bodies to rub the notch at the apex of her thighs.  He caught her moan in his mouth as his tongue danced with hers.  Curling a hand around her thigh, he spread her legs wider as he pounded into her.  His positioning brought him hard against the tight little nub that cried out for attention.  Suddenly, it was all too much.  She could feel him everywhere, and she didn’t want it to ever stop.  Waves of pleasure washed over her causing her to cry out.  Letting out a low groan, he joined her. 

For a moment, neither of them moved. 

Then, he pushed himself up, his eyes searching hers. 

Sanity began to return. 

God, he hadn’t come that hard since…since the last time they were together. 

There was nothing like being inside of her, having her naked and shaking beneath him.  He hated her for that.  He hated her for the feelings she made him feel, but refused to share. 

His chest aching, he struck out.  “God, you always were a good fuck.”

Stay tuned for more of Choices…

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