“Favorite snack.”
“Wait, you never answered the question.”
“What question?”
“Your favorite movie.”
“Nope. You didn’t tell me yours, I’m not telling you mine.”
She nudged him in the side with her elbow, just a playful little move that made him grin. Did she feel it too, this odd sense that they hadn’t just met? Maybe she did. He hoped she did. But fuck if he’d ask her.
Jason rubbed his side, pretending that her playful nudge had actually hurt him. “Fine. Favorite movie is Miracle.”
“A hockey movie. Of course.”
“Well, yeah. What were you expecting?”
“Cheese and crackers.”
“What?”
“Favorite snack is cheese and crackers.”
“Hm. Okay, I’ll buy that one. How about favorite book?”
“Oh, that’s easy. Pride and Prejudice.”
“That is such a girlie book!”
“Well, yeah. What were you expecting?”
Jason laughed as she threw his own words back at him. When was the last time he’d felt this comfortable around someone? No, not just someone—around a woman? He hadn’t, not for a long time. Not unless you counted his sister and Michelle was definitely not his sister. Hell no, not even close. And the feelings he was having were definitely not brotherly.
Not in the least.
Even now, sitting here next to her on the sofa, with his arm draped over her shoulders as she leaned against him—yeah, definitely not innocent. He lowered his gaze, felt his mouth water at the glimpse of the soft curve of one full breast peeking out from the opened front of his shirt. Just that glimpse was enough to make his cock go hard. Not that it needed much encouragement, not when he’d been sitting here with half a hard-on for the last two hours.
And there was no way to hide it, not when the erection created a tent in the front of his loose sweat pants. He thought about shifting positions but there was no way he’d be able to get comfortable now. And hell, if he moved, he’d only draw her attention.
No, it was better to just stay where he was and hope she didn’t notice.
Yeah, right.
Too late for that, if the small blush staining her cheeks meant anything. He couldn’t tell if she was checking him out, not with the way they were sitting, but he thought that maybe she was. And shit, how could she even be blushing? After everything they’d done last night? And this morning?
He couldn’t remember when the last time was that he’d seen a woman blush. At least, not with him. There was something incredibly sweet and endearing about it.
Yeah, he was definitely reading too much into things. Getting too comfortable.
Jason cleared his throat and shifted, trying to remember what they’d been talking about. Oh yeah: his little game of favorites. Color. Movie, book, snack. What else?
“Favorite food?”
“Now? Or in general?”
“There’s a difference?” He looked over at her, noticed that the blush blossoming across her cheeks had deepened. Don’t read into it. Easier said than done.
“Yeah.” The word came out as nothing more than a harsh croak and she cleared her throat as she looked up at him. “Uh, yeah. There’s a, uh, difference.”
Her eyes, so deep and wide, caught his gaze. Jason was helpless to look away, felt himself falling into the warm depths that held him captive. She leaned up, or maybe he leaned down. Did it matter? No, not when their mouths met, hot and wet and greedy.
He swallowed her groan and pulled her closer, sucked in a deep breath when she straddled him. Fuck, how could he want her this much? After last night and this morning? It didn’t make sense.
And he didn’t care, not when she was pressing that hot pussy against him, not when all he had to do was shift and push the sweatpants down his hips. One thrust, and he’d be buried inside her wet heat.
He deepened the kiss as his fingers worked the buttons of the shirt she wore. The heavy weight of her breasts filled his hands, her nipples tight peaks pushing against the flesh of his palms. Jason broke the kiss, dragged his mouth down along her neck. He nipped the muscle between her neck and shoulder, heard her moan in delight as her hips rocked against him. Was it odd that he already knew what she liked? Odd that he was so in tune with her body? How she liked it when he grazed that spot on her neck with his teeth. How her back arched and she made a small whimper when he lightly pinched her nipples. How she bit down on her lower lip and tightened her hold on his head whenever he licked her sweet pussy.
His hands tightened around her hips, his fingers digging in as he held her still and drove his hips against her. Fuck, he wanted inside her. Needed inside her, needed to feel his cock sheathed by her tight heat.
He pushed the shirt from her shoulders, heard it drop to the floor with a soft whisper. He pulled back, watching her through half-opened eyes. Her naked body straddled him, her head held back, her full breasts pushed toward him, plump and firm. She was so fucking beautiful, so open and natural. He reached out, lightly pinched one hard nipple, groaned when her hips rubbed against his hard cock.
“You’re going to make me come just watching you, baby.”
Her full mouth parted as her lids fluttered open, her eyes spearing him with a look of dazed sensuality. He groaned again at the shy smile she offered him, held his breath when she slid off his lap and kneeled on the floor in front of him.
Holy fuck.
He hissed, his breath sharp and almost painful when she snagged the waistband of his sweatpants and tugged. Jason lifted his hips, watching as she slid the pants off, past hips and knees until they pooled around his ankles. A hungry look crossed her face as she stared at his erection. She lifted one hand, slowly circled his thick shaft, and stroked.
Jason pumped his hips, once, a low moan escaping him. Her gaze darted to his, so fucking sexy, so fucking hungry. And then she lowered her head and wrapped her mouth around his cock.
“Fuck.” The harsh whisper tore from his throat. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the sofa, one hand stretching out to his side. The other hand reached down, fisted in her hair as she fucked him with that hot delicious mouth. Up and down, sucking him, hot and wet.
Jason forced his eyes open, looked down to watch. And fuck, he could watch her do this all fucking day. He slid down, spread his legs, moaned when she ran her tongue up the length of his cock. Around the tip. Down to his balls. Back up to close her mouth over him once more.
“It is so fucking hot, watching you.”
Her gaze slid to his. Wide, glazed with passion. With need. Jason moaned and thrust his hips up, watched as she took most of his hard length in. And fuck, if she wasn’t careful, if she didn’t stop, he’d come just like this.
He took a deep breath, tightened the hand in her hair and gently tugged, stopping her. “Babe. I need to get a condom. They’re in my room—”
“You don’t need one.”
And holy fuck.
Her mouth closed over him, sucking harder, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. She reached out with one hand, massaged the heavy sac of his balls. Gentle, then hard. Over and over as she sucked, licked, stroked.
Jason groaned and reached down, brushing the hair from her face. He watched through eyes that were little more than slits as her mouth fucked him. To see those full lips closed over the length of his cock, to feel that hot little tongue stroke him. Fuck yeah.
He pumped his hips, fucking her mouth, hearing her little moans of excitement with each thrust. He sucked in another breath, held himself still as he tugged at her. “Babe. I’m so fucking close. I don’t want—”
She brushed his hands away and wrapped her arms around his hips, holding him in place. Her head bobbed up and down, her moans coming faster, matching his own. And fuck, he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t—
But fuck, he wanted to. More than anything.
He grabbed her head, holding her in place a
s his hips pumped. Once, twice, until his climax crashed over him. She didn’t pull away, didn’t turn her head to the side. She kept sucking him, harder, taking all of him in until he collapsed against the sofa, spent, shaking, barely able to breathe.
He loosened his grip around her head, gently ran his fingers through the silky strands of her hair as she kissed his inner thighs, his hip bone, his stomach. He sucked in a deep breath, forced his eyes open, met her gaze.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
A shy smile teased her lips as she crawled back into his lap. He pressed a kiss against her mouth, thrust his tongue inside and heard her gasp in surprise. He deepened the kiss, ran his hand along her side and between her legs, found the hard nub of her clit.
He pulled back, looked down as he stroked her. “You are so fucking wet. I love how wet you are.”
She closed her eyes and turned her head the slightest bit to the side, a blush staining her cheeks. This embarrassed her? After what they’d already done? No. No fucking way.
Jason leaned forward and captured her mouth, the kiss exploding in its intensity. Searing him, possessing him. He moaned, shifted, turning so she was spread out on the sofa, one foot resting on the floor. He pulled back, grabbed her other leg and moved it so her foot was resting along the back of the sofa. Spreading her. Opening her to his eyes and his touch as he lightly teased her clit.
Her head turned to the side, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with short gasps. “Look at me.”
She pulled on her lower lip, turned her head as her eyelids fluttered open. And closed again.
“Michelle. Look at me.”
Her eyes opened wider this time, something almost like surprise filling the depth of her gaze. She opened her mouth, closed it again. Jason turned his head, pressed a kiss against the shapely calf resting on the sofa back, then looked down at her. His gaze held hers as he ran a finger along her clit, dipped it inside.
“I love how fucking wet you are.” He slid his finger in and out, brought it to his mouth and sucked it. “I love the way you taste.”
Her eyes widened, the blush fanning across her cheeks deepening. He reached out, grabbed one of her hands, dragged it down across her stomach.
“Feel how wet you are. Let me watch you.”
Jason held his breath, waiting. His gaze dropped to her hand where it rested just above her pussy, watched as her fingers twitched. Then, slowly, so hesitantly, she reached down and pressed her middle finger against her clit. Rubbed, stroked. Soft, tentative touches that made him think she’d never done this before. At least, not with someone watching.
A surge of possessiveness, primal and unexpected, ripped through him. He swallowed back the growl that wanted to escape, afraid the sound might scare her.
Fuck, it scared him.
He shifted, settling more comfortably between her spread legs, and pushed all thoughts of possession and man-growls from his mind as she stroked her clit. Her finger moved a little faster, her breathing became a little shallower as her hips rocked.
Jason reached out, lightly traced her inner thigh with the tip of one finger, watching her. His own breathing sharpened, his mouth parting as her finger moved faster. He ran his hand up her thigh, to her pussy. He reached out, spreading her lips with his fingers, heard her gasp and moan.
“God, baby, you are so fucking hot. Taste yourself. Let me see you taste yourself.”
She hesitated, then slid her finger down her clit, eased it inside her spread pussy. Her hips pulsed, riding her finger for two thrusts before she pulled it out, brought it to her mouth.
Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his as she dipped her finger between her parted lips and sucked. Jason groaned, his cock springing to life at the sight. And fuck, it would be so easy to climb on top of her, to thrust his cock into that tight wet pussy.
No. No fucking way. He’d suffer in agony before missing the chance to watch her come like this.
She moaned, the tiniest little sound, then slid her hand down her body, across the tight peaks of each nipple, down her stomach. Back to her clit, rubbing. Harder, faster, her hips rolling with each stroke.
Jason shifted again, spreading her wider, sliding two fingers inside her pussy. A low moan escaped her as her inner muscles clenched around him. She grabbed his wrist with her free hand, holding him in place as she rode his fingers. Her other finger continued to rub her clit, her hips rocking against him.
A small moan escaped her as her back arched. Jason looked up, saw her head tilted back, her full lips parted with each short gasp. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let me feel that sweet pussy come.”
Her hips moved faster, thrusting against him as her finger stroked her clit. Once, twice. Harder, pumping, reaching, until her back arched impossibly high and a breathy scream filled the air.
Her muscles tightened around his fingers, holding him in place as surely as her hand on his arm held him in place. And fuck, she was beautiful. So beautiful, with her streaked hair spread around her, her full lips parted, her face flushed with a rosy glow as her climax washed over her, again and again.
Jason slid his fingers from her, ran his hand up along her side as he stretched out on top of her, careful not to crush her. He gathered her in his arms and claimed her mouth in a deep kiss. Soft, gentle, tender as the last waves of her climax eased.
He reached up, his hand closing over the fleece throw he always kept on the back of the sofa, and spread it over them. Her eyelids fluttered open, their expression hesitant, guarded. He offered her a small smile and pressed another kiss against her mouth.
“Sh. Time for a nap.”
The corners of her mouth tilted in a shy smile before she closed her eyes and snuggled against him, secure in the safety of his arms.
Jason watched her for a long minute, wondering at the emotions washing over him. They didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. It was just sex.
Sex with a woman he barely knew. It shouldn’t mean anything. Right?
He tightened his hold on her and closed his own eyes. No, it shouldn’t mean anything. But it did. What, he didn’t know.
All he knew was that he wasn’t giving her up, not anytime soon. Not after just finding her.
Chapter Eight
Megan didn’t wait for the door to open all the way. She barreled her way into the small apartment, not caring that she nearly ran over Haley in the process.
“Turn me back.”
Haley blinked, the movement slow and unhurried. She closed the door then ran a hand through the wild tangle of her hair, her mouth stretched wide in a loud yawn. “What?”
“You have to turn me back. Now.”
“Turn you back into what? What the hell time is it, anyway?” Haley shuffled into the kitchen, her slippers making a rough scratching noise against the old tile floor. Megan followed her into the small room, watching as she dug through a cabinet.
Haley’s mutterings grew louder, filled with frustration, ending with a muffled grunt as she pulled out a box of coffee pods. She didn’t bother to look at Megan, just popped the pod into the coffeemaker and pressed the button, her eyes glued to the cup as dark liquid sputtered into it with a hiss. Her hands closed around the cup and brought it to her mouth. She paused to inhale then took a deep sip, grimacing.
One more sip and then, finally, she turned to face Megan. She yawned again then frowned, her eyes still bleary from sleep. “Why are you here?”
“You need to turn me back.”
“Turn you back into what?”
Did Haley realize she was repeating herself? No, probably not. Her friend wasn’t a morning person, never had been. What did Megan expect, when she barged in here before seven in the morning?
It couldn’t be helped, not when she had left Jason’s apartment in a panic over an hour ago. She didn’t have anywhere else to go, couldn’t go home, not like this. And the panic that had seized her earlier was growing, a living breathing thing that threatened to suffocate her with
its heavy weight.
“Turn you back to what?”
“To me. To normal.” Megan waved a hand in front of her, the sweeping motion taking in her new hair style, the clothes. Everything. “This was a stupid idea. I should have never let you talk me into it.”
Haley took another sip of coffee, life slowly seeping into her face. She cradled the mug in both hands and leaned against the cluttered counter, her sleepy eyes raking over Megan. “I didn’t talk you into anything. At least, not much. So what happened?”
What happened? Where did Megan even start? She opened her mouth, shut it again as her mind balked at telling Haley about the last two nights. She didn’t want to share details—didn’t think she could share details. They were too personal, too…too intimate. And the memories were too recent. She almost laughed. Recent? Of course they were: she’d been in Jason’s bed less than two hours ago. Sound asleep, cradled in the warmth of his strong arms.
Feeling like she belonged there.
That was what had happened. The sense of comfort, of belonging, had been so strong that it woke her from a sound sleep. And as soon as she realized where she was, who she was with, panic had seized her. Panic, and a large dose of cold reality. How could she think she belonged there? She didn’t—and she never would. So she’d snuck from his room, grabbing her clothes on the way out and quickly dressing in his bathroom, hoping he wouldn’t wake up. And then she realized she’d grabbed the wrong shirt and she’d been afraid to go back, afraid she’d end up waking him up if she went back to his room.
Afraid she wouldn’t want to leave if he asked her to stay. And really, how ridiculous was that? She had to leave. She had to work, he had practice and games. Of course she couldn’t stay. Of course he wouldn’t ask her to stay. But logic did nothing to dispel the panic gripping her so she’d quickly put on his dress shirt—the one she’d worn while they lounged around his place and talked—and ran out. She had walked for several blocks, finally saw a lone taxi, and brought it here.
“Megan. You’re zoning.”
“What?”
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