Sins of The Past

SINS OF THE PAST

by

Shauna Hart

© copyright by Shauna Hart, February 2012

ISBN 978-1-60394-677-3

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

"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 refusedhim.  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.  Staringup 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.