He didn’t want it to end. Didn’t want to move from this spot, didn’t want to stop kissing her.
Jason tightened his arms around her, felt her warm body pressed against his. Felt the way her hands clung to his shoulders, like she’d fall if he let her go.
He had no plans to let her go.
He cradled the back of her head, swallowed her soft sighs as he deepened the kiss and drank in the sweetness of her mouth. Needy. Greedy. The emotions swept through him, surprising him. When was the last time he’d felt like this? The last time he’d felt real passion, raw and untamed?
He couldn’t remember, didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was this, what he was feeling now with the woman in his arms.
Somewhere in the back of his mind was the thought that he was making more of this than it was. That he was reading too much into things, putting more importance on this than it deserved. He pushed the thought away, not caring. He wanted her. Needed her.
Now.
He broke the kiss, felt Michelle clinging to him as he bent down and scooped her into his arms. She squeaked in surprise, her mouth parting on the small sound. Jason grinned, gave her a quick kiss then carried her to the bedroom.
Should he turn on the light? No, he didn’t need it—there was enough light drifting in from the living room. And he somehow knew without asking that Michelle wouldn’t want too much light, that she would be shy and self-conscious with it on. He didn’t want her shy or self-conscious.
He carried her to the bed, followed her down on the mattress and claimed her mouth again. And fuck, her body felt so good against his. Soft and warm and welcoming. He wanted to kiss every inch of her, learn every dip and curve, discover every secret she held.
He shifted to the side, worried that his weight was too much for her. His hand drifted up, caught the edge of his jacket, and he almost laughed. Was he in that much of a hurry that he had forgotten she was still wearing his coat?
Yeah, he was.
He broke the kiss again, took a deep breath and sat up. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, her teeth pulling on her lower lip. The motion sent another surge of desire through him. His cock grew harder, pushing against the denim of his jeans, eager for release.
“Sit up for me.” Was that his voice, husky and thick with need? Yeah, it was. Did she notice? He didn’t think so, didn’t care if she did. Let her hear how much he wanted her.
She pushed against the mattress with her hands, slowly sat up. Her gaze was uncertain as she watched him and he smiled, reached out and tugged the jacket off. He tossed it to the side, reached for her sweater and did the same with it. Then he sat back and let his gaze wander over her.
Her streaked hair, so soft and smooth. Her eyes, glazed and just a little shy. That full mouth, so sweet and kissable. The slender column of her neck, the skin smooth and soft.
Down to the neckline of the linen blouse, to the fullness of her chest, soft and flushed. Her chest rose and fell with each short breath, drawing his gaze even more. A small flush colored the pale skin as he watched. Passion? Shyness? Anticipation?
He reached out, traced the neckline of her shirt with the tip of his finger then gently tugged on it, pulling it lower. Slow, so slow, taking his time as he unwrapped this delectable gift, exposing creamy skin an inch at a time until he could see the fullness of her breasts encased in delicate pink lace.
Jason swallowed, his breath hitching in his chest at the sight, like this was the first time he’d ever seen a girl’s bra. It wasn’t, not even close. But there was something different this time. Maybe it was the way her short little breaths caused her chest to rise and fall under his gaze. Maybe it was the gentle flush of her skin. Or maybe it was just the sight of that delicate pink lace, somehow sweet and innocent despite the sheerness that allowed him to glimpse the dusky darkness of the hardened nipples peeking through.
He raised his eyes, caught her gaze and held it for several heartbeats before dropping his head and kissing the smooth expanse of flushed skin. She sighed, the sound soft and long as her hand cupped the back of his head, as her fingers threaded in his hair. He lowered his head, ran his tongue over the hardened peak of one nipple, sucked at it through the delicate lace.
She gasped, her back arching, giving him better access. Jason groaned, ran his hand along her side, down to her hip, up again. He released her nipple, traced the edge of the bra with his tongue, working his way over to her other nipple.
Licked, sucked, teased.
His hand closed around the hem of her shirt and pushed it up, his fingers trailing against the soft skin of her stomach, the gentle ridge of her ribs. He pulled away, heard her sigh of disappointment, heard her breath catch as he dragged the shirt over her head and threw it behind him. Jason reached for his own shirt, yanked it off and pulled her into his arms. His mouth claimed hers again, hot and hungry. The lace of her bra teased his own heated flesh, the hard peaks of her nipples pressing against his chest.
He reached behind her, unhooked the bra with a quick, practiced twist of his fingers then dragged the lacy material down her arms. He wanted to turn, to roll over and pull her on top of him, to feel her straddling him.
No, not yet. He wanted more. To seek and learn and taste and discover.
He trailed his lips across her jaw, nuzzled behind her ear and felt her shiver in his arms. He dragged his mouth along the slender column of her neck. Kissing. Nipping. Teasing. Down across her collarbone, down further to the fullness of her heavy breasts.
Michelle moaned again, her legs shifting as she turned toward him. He palmed the weight of one heavy breast in his hand, took one hard nipple into his mouth and sucked. Hard, then gentle. Hard again until her moan grew louder, until her breathing grew harsher. He moved to her other nipple, teasing, sucking, as he trailed the tips of his fingers down along her stomach, to the waistband of her pants.
He shifted, pulled away, smiled when she moaned her disappointment. Then he kissed his way down her stomach, shifted again so he was straddling her. He dipped his hands into the waistband of her pants, tugged them down. Past her hips, her thighs.
Jason stopped, his gaze resting on the matching scrap of pink lace covering her. He leaned forward, careful of his weight against her legs, and kissed her through the lace.
Her body stiffened, her back arching as her hands fisted in the comforter. A low moan escaped her. She lifted her hips, a silent invitation seeking more.
An invitation he gladly accepted.
Jason slid his finger inside the damp material, pulling it to the side. Dipped his head, licked the hard nub of her clit. Sweet, tangy, her taste sating a hunger he hadn’t been able to name until now.
Her hips pushed upward, seeking more. He licked her again, long strokes of his tongue. Hard, fast. Slow and deep. Learning her body, her taste.
He reached down, undid the snap and zipper of his jeans, freed his aching cock from the confines of cotton and denim. He wrapped his free hand around himself, stroking, his hand matching the rhythm of his tongue against Michelle’s clit.
Fuck. He needed to stop. If he didn’t, he’d come right now. He didn’t want that, didn’t want his own release until he was buried deep inside her, until her legs tightened around his hips as her body bucked with pleasure.
With a small groan, he let go of his cock. Moved his hand against her, ran the tip of his fingers along her damp lips then slowly eased one inside her. Hot. Wet. And tight. So fucking tight.
His cock twitched, aching to get inside, aching for release in her tight heat. Not yet. He wanted her to come first, wanted to watch her body respond to his touch, wanted to feel her muscles quiver around his finger and tongue.
Wanted to hear her call his name as she came.
He slid his finger deeper inside, slowly eased it back out. Licked her clit, lower, dipped his tongue inside her. Back to her clit as he replaced his tongue with his finger. In. Out. Slow, then faster. Her hips surged up, her back arching, a low moan escaping her.
He slid
a second finger inside her, heard her moan again. And fuck, she was so fucking hot. So fucking wet. Harder, faster. He licked her clit one more time, pulled the hard flesh between his lips and sucked.
Then gently nipped.
Her hands closed around his head as her back arched. A small scream tore from her lips as her muscles tightened around his fingers. One long slow contraction, then a million smaller ones as she exploded around him. He lifted his head, watching her, never stopping the in and out motion of his fingers as she came.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Her head tilted back, her full lips parted with each gasp. Full breasts, so pale except for the darkened peaks of her hardened nipples. One arm stretched out to the side, her hand twisted in the comforter as her hips bucked.
Harder. Faster.
She moaned again, a breathy plea as she reached for his hand. Her fingers closed over his wrist, her grip surprisingly strong. She shook her head, gasped again, bit down on her lip.
Jason eased his fingers from inside her, ran them along the inside of her thigh as he dipped his head and placed on gentle kiss against her hip. Then he stretched out along her body, gathered her closer and pressed a dozen gentle kisses along her face and temple.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
Her eyelids fluttered open and in even the dim light sneaking in from the other room, he could see the surprise in her gaze. Surprise—and embarrassment. She turned her head away but Jason had been expecting that. He caught her chin with one hand and turned it back, lowered his mouth to hers for a gentle kiss.
“You are. So fucking beautiful. I could watch you come all night.”
Her eyes widened in surprise again and he almost laughed. Almost. There was nothing funny about it though because he meant what he said. He could watch her all night.
He wanted to watch her all night.
He dipped his mouth once more. But this time, there was nothing gentle about the kiss. This kiss was meant to claim, to seduce. To conquer. Part of him almost expected her to pull away but she didn’t. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. Soft, warm. Tempting.
Jason didn’t waste time. Not this time. A strange sense of urgency gripped him, making him feel that there was no time to waste. If he wasted time, it would be too late. That something would change and he would lose her.
What a stupid fucking thought to be having, now, of all times. He pushed the thought away but that wasn’t enough to slow him down. He broke the kiss, pushed up to his knees and went to work on her boots. They hit the floor, the thud-thud of them dropping muffled by the thick carpet. Her pants and his jeans followed. He stretched across the bed, reached into his nightstand for the condoms. Tore one open and sheathed himself.
Then he stretched out on top of her, bracing his weight on his elbows as he kissed her. He pushed with his hips, his cock searching for her wet heat. She moaned into his mouth, her legs spreading open, her hips reaching for his. He teased her slick flesh with the tip of his cock, breaking the kiss to look down at her. She moaned again, a soft throaty sigh then opened her eyes.
And Jason drove himself into her.
And fuck, she was tighter than he thought she’d be. And hot, so fucking hot, her body sheathing him like a well-made glove. He pulled out, slow. Drove into her again. Each time he moved, she moaned. Tiny little sounds, throaty whimpers. Her legs wrapped high around his waist, her hands digging into his shoulders.
He drove into her again, harder. Faster. Over and over until her moans turned into cries, until she buried her face against his neck, muffling each sound.
Jason pushed to his knees, caught her legs with his hands and draped them over his shoulders. He plunged into her, his eyes never leaving her face. Watching as her head moved from side to side, as her back arched and her teeth pulled on her lower lip.
Drove into her again, faster. Watched as her hands reached for him, dropped to the side. Watched as her hands fisted in the comforter and her head fell back.
Again. Harder. Faster. Over and over until she screamed, the sound nothing more than a breathy wail as her climax exploded. He buried himself in her convulsing heat, held himself still as her pussy throbbed around his cock. Squeezing, pulling.
And fuck, it was too much. He clenched his jaw and tightened his hold on her legs, drove himself home. Harder. Faster. Again and again, until his balls tightened, until every nerve in his body rushed to life and exploded around him in a crescendo of fiery heat.
His hips pumped again, slower now. Once, twice. His lungs burned and he sucked in a deep breath, felt his body come back to life. Then he collapsed against her, his nose buried in her neck, and breathed in the warm scents of their mingled bodies.
Did he doze? He wasn’t sure, his mind wasn’t working right. But he had to move, to at least roll to the side so he didn’t crush her.
He couldn’t move. He was too…words escaped him. Hell, his mind was barely working, it was all he could do to remember to breathe.
Another minute went by, awareness slowly seeping into his muddled brain. He pulled in a long deep breath, forced himself to shift to the side. He heard her own soft sigh as he left her, a little moan of disappointment that echoed his own.
One more deep breath and he forced his eyes open, pushed up on one elbow and looked down at Michelle. Her eyes were closed, the barest smile teasing lips swollen from his kisses. He reached out, traced her lips with the tip of his finger. Her eyelids fluttered open and she turned her head, her gaze meeting his.
He could see so much in those eyes. Banked passion, shyness, uncertainty. He didn’t want her to be shy, cringed at whatever uncertainty she might be feeling. He leaned down, pressed a quick kiss against her mouth, then pulled back and smiled.
“Hi.”
Her mouth curled into a small grin. “Hi back.”
“I think I may have actually died for a minute there.”
She laughed, the sound soft and throaty and entirely too sexy. “That would be bad.”
“I’m pretty sure you could revive me with no problem.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” He pressed another kiss against her mouth then rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom. He disposed of the condom, splashed water on his face, washed his hands.
He glanced in the mirror, did a quick double-take and looked closer. His face was flushed, his eyes glittering, a grin teasing the corners of his mouth. Holy hell, he looked like the proverbial cat who ate the canary. He shook his head, told himself to stop acting like an idiot, then headed back to the bedroom.
And stopped dead in the doorway.
Michelle was standing in the middle of the room, her back to him, getting dressed. Her bra was already on, and so was the lacy thong. As he watched, she bent over, giving him a beautiful view of her firm ass and long, lean legs.
He must have made some sound because she jumped then turned around, holding her pants against her chest like a shield. He folded his arms across his chest and raised his eyebrows, trying to hide his smile as her gaze raked his body, traveling from his mouth all the way down to the throbbing length of his hard cock.
Her eyes darted back to his, surprise and uncertainty in her gaze once more. Jason pushed away from the door and closed the distance between them, pulling her into his arms.
“Did you need to leave already?”
She was quiet for a long second, her eyes searching his before she finally shook her head. “No. I just thought—”
“Good.” He kissed her, short and quick as he guided her to the bed. “Because I don’t want you to leave yet.”
A small smile tugged at her lips. “Well, I can’t really leave until you’re ready to take me. I didn’t drive, remember?”
He kissed her again. “Hm. What a shame. I think my car stopped working.”
“Really? It seemed fine earlier.”
“It’s funny that way.” Jason kissed her again, fighting his own smile. When was the last time he’d been
able to tease a girl like this? To enjoy light, playful banter? “Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.”
“And this is one of those times it doesn’t?”
“Yup. I really should have it looked at. No telling when it’ll be ready to work again.”
Michelle’s smile bloomed across her face, lighting her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have anywhere to be.”
“Yeah, that’s definitely a good thing.” Jason claimed her mouth once more, all teasing gone as he followed her down to the mattress.
Chapter Seven
“Favorite color?”
“Purple.”
“Purple? Really? I would have guessed something different.” Jason shifted on the sofa and readjusted his arm around Michelle’s shoulder. “Mine is blue.”
“Blue? I would have never guessed.” Michelle laughed, the sound low and easy, sultry. She glanced down at the dress shirt she was wearing—one of his dress shirts—and grinned. It just happened to be a pale blue. And it looked better on her than it ever did on him. What was it about a woman wearing a man’s shirt—and nothing but the shirt? Jason tried to push away the sense of possessiveness that filled him and leaned forward, dropping a quick kiss against the top of her head.
“Enough of the sarcasm there, Peanut.” Peanut? What the fuck was wrong with him? Less than twenty-four hours and he already had a pet name for her. It didn’t make sense—not the pet name, and definitely not this sudden sense of belonging, like he’d known her forever.
“Favorite movie?”
“Pass.”
“What do you mean, pass? You can’t pass. That’s an easy one!”
“No, it’s not. I like a lot of movies, I can’t pick just one.”
“Then your top three.”
“Nope, still can’t do it.”
“That’s a cop out.”
Michelle laughed again and shook her head. An expression of surprise crossed her face, followed by a frown as she brushed the hair off her forehead and reached behind her, grabbing the ends. He watched, wondering what that was all about, then shook his own head.
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