by Q. Malone
Megan moaned as he licked her from cleft to clitoris and everywhere in between. She rocked her hips into his seeking lips and whimpered with pleasure as he took her with his mouth and tongue. His expert tongue would find all the hidden soft places in between.
Megan laced her hands in his hair and held him to her. He chuckled as he continued to kiss and lick, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm, then stopping, just short of letting her tumble over in bliss. Finally, his lips found her clit and suckled, sending an orgasm crashing through her.
His voice thick, he murmured, “You don’t really think I’m done with you yet, do you?” He slid up her body again, positioning himself between her legs. Lining his cock up with her slick cleft, he slid home, all the while murmuring how good she felt, how he loved being inside her. How he never wanted to leave.
Megan met him thrust for thrust, sheathing him inside her. When she scored her hands down his spine, he arched his back and growled, picking up the pace. Thrusting into her in measured stroke after measured stroke.
He eventually slowed the pace, leaning over to take the tip of her nipple into his mouth. He suckled her hard and worked a hand between them to deftly stroke her clitoris with the pad of his thumb, bringing her just to the edge again.
Then he kissed her full on the lips, whispering how much he loved her against her mouth as his finger and dick stroked her to orgasm.
As always when she woke from one of her Jase fantasies, her body was flushed with arousal and fresh orgasm. But now the orgasm was chased by headache and fog.
Megan searched her memory banks for why she would feel so awful, then remembered her date with the tequila bottle last night. She also recalled Kyra feeding her shots like they were tapas. Oh yeah, and Jase. What the hell had she done?
Chapter 5
The next morning, Megan went into full avoidance mode. She left out the back door of her house and grabbed a waiting taxi down the street. Okay, so not an entirely mature way of dealing with everything, but her memory was intact from last night. She wasn’t ready to face Jase yet. What the hell had she been thinking? Damn Kyra and her tequila shots and encouragement. Now Megan had humiliated herself in front of Jase three times. Twice baring her nearly naked body to him. She needed someone to have power of attorney over her dating life to make sure she didn’t do embarrassing things like that anymore.
Once she arrived at work, the morning passed quickly as she and her teams ensured the website was stable. By the time lunch rolled around, she considered her options. She could get her car, go home, and move all her things out to avoid ever having to see Jase again. Except, she had an awful lot of shoes. No way would that be a one day move.
She could pretend the whole thing had never happened and never speak to him. But that was ridiculous, because she fully intended to still gawk at him while he was half naked and doing stuff around his house. Which would make her a stalker or a peeping Tom.
Or she could just talk to him.
Her stomach rolled. Yeah, not her favorite option. But she couldn’t very well avoid Jase for the rest of her life. She checked the time, almost lunch. She called over to the hospital and asked if he was in surgery.
When she found out he wasn’t, she headed out to the hospital. More than once she thought about turning around. Once she even hung a U-turn, but Kyra had called to make sure she was on her way, so Megan had been forced to turn right back around. She couldn’t chicken out of this. All she had to do was apologize, then ask him why he kissed her the other night. He'd answer. She'd get some sort of satisfactory resolution, and she'd leave.
And she could put the whole thing with Jase to bed…er, away.
But what if Kyra was right, and he said he wanted her and always had?
Megan’s heart leapt, but her brain quashed the little joy fest quickly and effectively. Sure, he had wanted to kiss her, but maybe just out of curiosity. He’d almost said as much. Well, she did not need curiosity. No matter how body rocking it was. She needed someone who knew what he wanted.
Once she parked, it was pretty much now or never time. In the five minutes she sat in the car, she came up with all kinds of reasons why she should not be there. Perfectly good reasons why she should go back to her office and forget the things her crazy heart told her was good for her.
Taking ten deep breaths, she prayed the prayer of teenaged girls everywhere. Please let him be busy. Please let him be busy. Please let him be busy. That way at least she’d leave a message and then he would call her. Then she could be on her own turf.
Oh stop being a total wuss. Get your big girl panties on and face the fear. What’s the worst that could happen. She’d already bared her nearly naked ass—twice. It didn’t get more humiliating than that. With her shoulders squared, she walked into the hospital.
The young brunette at the front desk smiled at her.
“Excuse me, I'm looking for Jase Collins. Do you know if he's available?”
“Sure. I think he just got out of a surgery.”
“Thanks.”
Jase came out dressed in scrubs, concern etched on his features. “Megs, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?”“
“No, yeah, fine.” She eyed the receptionist, who was staring at the two of them with open interest. “Uh, is there somewhere we can go and talk, maybe?”
He nodded and led her down several hallways, into what looked like an on-call room on one of her favorite television dramas. She absently wondered if the doctors were all sleeping with each other. “What's up?” he asked.
She blinked rapidly. “Look, you’re probably busy. But I brought lunch. I thought we could talk about what happened on Friday night.”
Jase scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, Megan. I should never have kissed you. You and Matt…and we're friends…and I should—” He shook his head vehemently.
Every word out of his mouth was like a knife wound to her heart. “Yeah okay, we've established that you think kissing me was a mistake.” She sniffed. “I just want to know why you did it. ‘Cause I got the impression you were curious or something or maybe you thought I needed some self-esteem boost or something.”
“Megan, I—”
“Look, yeah, okay. I get it—stalker-girl comes to your place of employment and demands to know why you kissed her. But it came out of nowhere, and you kissed me, and then you couldn’t get out of there fast enough, like I’d set you on fire.” She shrugged. “We should talk about it.”
His voice was harsh. “You were busy with your work thing. Besides, there’s nothing to talk about.”
This was not happening. “Okay, Mr. Hyde. One second you’re all over me, the next you’re acting like I have the plague. I don’t understand. If it was a pity kiss. Just say that, then I know, and you can stop doing me favors. ‘Cause I don’t need your pity.” She glared at him.
Jase clenched his jaw and his hands shook. “You think I feel sorry for you?”
“I don’t know. Last night you took care of me like I was your drunken, wayward sister or something. Just tell me what the hell happened, and I'll go. But I need to hear you say it. What the hell you were thinking? And then why did you shut me down last night? And what the fuck are you thinking now? I gotta tell you, Jase, your mood swings are giving me whip-lash.”
He took a quick step into her space, and she backed up one. “You want to know what the fuck happened?”
“Yeah, damn it.”
When he spoke his voice was low and gravely. “What the fuck happened is I’ve wanted you for two years, but you dated my brother instead. Friday night, I slipped. And then last night you were finally showing interest and you were wasted. Jesus. Now you think I felt sorry for you? I thought you were still hung up on Matt.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Damn it, Megan. I’m trying my best to keep my hands off you. But you’re making it kind of impossible.”
Oh. Snippets of what he said kept running through her head. He wanted her. Had wanted her. He found it impossible to keep
his hands off of her.
“You think I’m still hung up on Matt?” She shook her head. “No. Not even close. “
“Megan, you have to be sure about this. I kissed you because I wanted to. I've been wanting to since I met you.”
She stumbled backward. “Why didn't you ever say anything?”
“You were dating my brother. I couldn’t do that to him.”
Megan stiffened her spine and met his crystal blue gaze. “I'm not dating him now, and I am not still hung up on him. I want you, Jase, I always have.”
His eyes darkened from ice to cobalt. “Megan, if we do this, we can’t go back, because once I have you I'm never letting you go, and you might regret that.”
She closed the last bit of distance between their bodies. “No regrets.”
Standing on tip-toe, she looped her arms around his neck. His hair was soft against the back of her hands, and his body was rigid. Hot. Unyielding. Megan tipped her chin up and met his gaze. “Now how about you finish Friday night's kiss?”
The tables turned on her quickly. Suddenly, Jase had her pressed up against the wall. He slanted his lips over hers in an unforgiving kiss. She felt every ounce of his need and desperation in his lips. There was no hesitation. No doubt. He knew what he wanted. And she was more than willing to give it to him.
He tugged her blouse out of her skirt, and she heard one of the buttons pop. “Jase.”
“Mm?” He muttered against her lips. “I'll have it fixed, I promise.” His tongue dipped into her mouth and slid over hers. But unlike Friday night, he didn’t take his time. He devoured her. His fingers slipped under her blouse and traced patterns on the flesh across her ribs. When one of his large hands closed over her breast, she moaned.
Her breasts tingled, and her nipples hardened to peaks. Jase rolled one between his fingers, and her body softened for him. Moist heat pooled between her legs. When he gently tugged on the tight bud, she cried his name.
“Megs, you are so sexy.” He whispered against her lips. “I could do this all day.”
Megan rocked her hips into his erection, straining to get closer, and he cursed. Liking how he responded by tugging even harder on her nipple, she did it again. “Jase, I want you.”
Dragging his lips along her jaw line, he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her flesh, pausing only to leave tiny love bites, then salve the tiny injuries with his tongue. Megan moaned and let her head fall back. “I've been waiting so long to do this,” he murmured.
Megan drew in a shuddering breath. “I'm all yours.”
Megan dragged off his shirt with some assistance. And stared. She reached out to touch the golden brown skin but stopped just short.
Jase chuckled. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you to touch me. “
With the pads of her fingertips, she skimmed over his flesh. With every touch, Jase hissed or moaned. When her fingers trailed down past his belly button, he groaned and bit back a curse. His hips jerked, and he caught Megan’s wrist.
“I thought you wanted me to touch you?”
Ragged breaths tore out of his chest. “Yes, but I also want to be able to last a minute. You keep going like you were, and I’ll be in a heap on the floor. Now it’s my turn.”
Jase undid the buttons on the front of her blouse, parting the soft fabric with his fingers. When he bared her bra, he inhaled sharply. Lowering his head, he took the tip of her right breast into his mouth and suckled her through her sheer bra.
Megan held on, lacing her hands in his hair. This was Jase. He was what she’d wanted for so long. Need tugged at her, driving her to get closer. The ridged length of his erection pressed into her belly. On a curse, Jase tugged her skirt up, exposing her legs and ass. His hands landed possessively over the curves of her hips. “I thought the universe was trying to kill me these last couple of days, showing me what I couldn’t have.”
He took the tip of her other nipple into his mouth, and the swirl of his tongue sent need piercing her inner core. Megan needed him inside her, filling her, stroking the hidden flesh that would send her into bliss. When his questing hands reached her thigh, he paused and muttered something guttural that sounded like “mine.”
Through her panties, his knuckles grazed the thatch of hair over her lips, and she held her breath. Jase met her gaze and repeated the slow, deliberate rub over the curls, as if challenging her to keep the connection during this intimate moment.
He slid his hand lower so that he stroked her lips through the lace barrier, and she cried out his name. With a grunt of satisfaction he kissed her again and slipped a finger past the elastic, into her slick core.
He dropped his forehead to hers and froze. “Damn, Megan, you’re so wet and tight. I—”
The knock at the door had them flying apart. Breathing harshly, Megan felt her skin flush and heat. “I guess we should probably do this when we have some more privacy.”
Jase braced his hands on either side of her head. As if involuntarily, he rocked his hips into her once more and gritted his teeth. “This has got to stop happening.”
“Are you telling me? I feel like I could come right now without you even touching me. You have me so wired.”
His eyes widened. “Can you do that?”
She smirked. “It's been known to happen.”
“I'll need to see this for myself.”
“That can be arranged.” She smiled up at him.
“I have to go. I'm really sorry.” He didn’t move away from her. His erection still pressed into her.
“It's okay. I’m the one who ambushed you at work.”
“Tonight. Will you be home?”
“Yeah. I'll be there.”
His breathing steadied, and he pushed himself away from her. “I'm working a double. With a surgery. But I'll be there. I won’t be too late.”
And just like that he was gone. But Megan knew she was going to have him. He was going to be hers.
Chapter 6
Thunder rumbled in the night sky. There was a storm coming and Megan was grateful to be inside. She was determined to relax. There was no need to be nervous, right? Right? The bath helped. Sort of. She kept trying to sit up to practice her deep breathing. Was this finally going to happen with Jase?
She smiled at the thought. He had always been there for her. Always in the periphery of her mind.
After Christmas at his parents’ house two years ago, when she'd first met the rest of the family, Matt had been so pissed off because everyone had been clucking over her like a treasured jewel. He'd blown up at her when she'd asked what was wrong. In front of everyone. She’d just gone outside and tried to get some air, too embarrassed and mortified to go back in. It had been Jase who came after her.
He’d told her she didn’t have to go in, and instead, told her family stories in the car for another hour until she was laughing so hard she had to pee. That was Jase. And the other night at the bar, that was just Jase being Jase. No matter what she needed, he was there for her.
The soft music continued to play on her iStereo. Nina Simone sang about how she put a spell on a man, and Megan could relate. Because she planned to put a spell on Jase. Seduce him. Although, at the thought, nerves twisted her belly. She could barely remember how. It had been so long.
Abruptly the music turned off, and the dimmed lights went to black. “Damn it.” She sat up, sloshing bath water out of the tub. Reaching for a towel, she climbed out of the tub. Of all the nights for something like this to happen. Seduction didn't really work without music. She smiled to herself. But candlelight didn't hurt. First things first—find the breaker switch and get the lights back on.
Megan quickly wiped herself down and felt around for her soft, silk Kimono on the back of the door. Once she was covered and dug the flashlight out of the kitchen, she made her way to the back porch. Thunder rumbled again, and she jumped. Summer storms weren’t uncommon in Coral Gables, but when they were powerful enough to knock out the power, they were scary. Grass crunched under he
r bare feet as she found the switch for the generator at the back corner of the house. She double checked her fuel levels and figured she'd have enough to last her another two days if she needed it.
When a noise sounded from the side of the house, she whirled around. What the hell was that? Raccoons and skunks weren't uncommon in the area. The last thing she needed was a run-in with a critter on her seduction night. Especially a skunk. Something rattled again, this time on Jase’s property. Seriously, she was not wearing the right outfit to fend off a burglar. She should just go inside and hope they went away. “Since when are you afraid of anything, Rhodes? Go check it out.”
To be safe, she grabbed one of the rakes leaning against her shed. She tiptoed around the corner, rake in one hand, flashlight in the other. Just the picture-perfect morsel for an ax murderer, she thought to herself. Thunder rumbled again, and several heavy raindrops splattered on the siding of the house.
Just a few of those fat rain drops, and her hair and Kimono were stuck to her. Her hair, previously artfully piled on top of her head, hung in wet hanks around her shoulders as the wet weight of it toppled out of the updo.
Feet and toes slipping in the grass and mud, Megan regretted her decision. “Okay, check out the noise. Scare off the raccoon and go inside.” Jase would be home soon, and now she needed another shower.
Her heart thudded as she rounded the corner. Peeking around the side, she saw--nothing. She got closer to the garbage cans and still nothing. She expelled the breath she’d been holding and laughed at herself. “Too many slasher flicks, girl.” she muttered.
Heading back into the backyard, she froze as she saw the large form standing between her yard and Jase's . He was big. She did the quick mental calculation. If she were lucky and didn’t slip, she could make it out to the front of her house. Fat load of good that would do her; she'd locked up already. Fuck it, at least she'd make it to the street. She could call for help or something.
Megan backed up a step. Then another. Her heart racing, her breath came in sharp and ragged. She rocked onto the balls of her feet as the thunder roared again and a deluge of rain erupted from the sky. She spun around to make like Usain Bolt when she heard her name in a familiar timber.