You're Dangerous

by Casey McMillin

  "I don't know the rules. Like I said, the other times I did it, the whole thing was over in a matter of minutes."

  "There are no rules aside from the fact that you were supposed to have already forgotten about that."

  "I'm not trying to make it go too fast," she said. "I just feel like I want to kiss you, ya know? Like I can't get enough."

  "I definitely know," he replied.

  He pulled her down for another kiss. They stayed like that for a long time, just taking their time exploring each other's mouths. There was a lot to be said for a good, long kiss, and Jason hadn't enjoyed one this much in a long time—if ever.

  Chapter 14

  Jason kissed her for what seemed like forever, changing positions on the couch several times before he noticed that the sun was setting around them and the cabin was getting dark. He had never wanted anything so badly in his life, and it took a momentous amount of self-control to refrain from tearing her clothes off.

  "Why don’t you take your shirt off for me?" he finally asked.

  "Because I'm shy," she answered.

  He cocked his head at her. "It wasn't really a question. I should have worded it more like, take your shirt off, Hannah. Does that make it more clear?"

  "So now you're issuing demands."

  "Pretty much." His expression was slightly regretful but not really. He was so beautiful and self-assured that there was no way she'd refuse him. Besides, she was actually a little relieved that he was calling the shots—it took the pressure off.

  She pulled the shirt she was wearing over her head and tossed it to the floor before looking down at him, waiting for his reaction. Jason could see at a glance that the bra she was wearing was the kind that fastened in the front. He expertly unclasped it. Then, assuming Hannah would automatically shrug out of it, Jason pulled it back to the side. When Hannah didn't move to help it off, he made eye contact with her. She put her hands in front of her chest, looking a bit worried.

  "I just want to look at you," he said.

  Hannah glanced around the cabin at all of the open windows surrounding them. The darkness outside only added to her feeling of vulnerability.

  "There's nobody out there," he said.

  "You said you knew these woods," she said. "If you've been out there, don't you think other people have too?"

  He smiled at her. "I promise there's nobody out there," he said. His casual confidence and easy smile had her convinced.

  "What do you think about taking your jeans off?" he asked.

  "Was that a question?"

  "Not really, but I'm trying to take it easy on you."

  "I think I'd just rather you not give me the option."

  "Okay then, take your pants off, Hannah."

  Her smile was a little less shy than it had been before. She got to her feet and unbuttoned her capris.

  "Aren't you feeling a little overdressed?" she asked as she slid them down and stepped out of them.

  Jason took off his shirt and threw it to the ground as well. It was the first time she'd seen him with his shirt off, and stared at the defined muscles that lined his chest and shoulders.

  "Where'd you get so many muscles?" she asked, taking a few steps toward him and reaching out to touch him. Her hand followed the line of one of his shoulders down to his elbow and onto his forearm.

  He didn't pay attention to her question since he wasn't really in the mood to talk about his workout schedule. Just as he'd done before, he pulled her onto his lap. She was facing him, straddling him in the same way she had been before, only this time, all she had on was a barely-there pair of panties she'd worn just for him. He still had on his cargo shorts, but Hannah could easily feel the hardness that was just under the fabric. She looked down at him and he could tell she was a little reluctant to be on display.

  "You're so beautiful, Hannah," he said, reassuring her. With a feather-light touch, he ran his hands up her thighs then her ribs. He cupped her breasts into his hands, and Hannah closed her own hands over his. She meant it as more of a way to manage him from going too fast, but Jason thought by the way she was grasping his hands that she liked it and wanted more. He leaned forward and gently put his lips around one of her nipples. She sucked in a little breath, and leaned back to regard him with a question in her expression.

  He smiled. "Do you not like that?" he asked.

  "I mean, it felt good I think, I just didn't really expect you to, uh—"

  "It's probably safe to assume that I'm gonna be doing a few things you didn't expect, or that you've never tried before, but I promise I won't do anything to hurt you, and if I ever do anything you don't like, or want me to stop, just let me know."

  She paused, thinking about what he was saying.

  "What?" she asked.

  "Huh?"

  "What'd you say?"

  "I just said if I ever do anything you don't want me to do, just let me know."

  "No. After that."

  "I didn't say anything after that."

  "Hm, that's weird, I could have sworn I heard you say you were gonna go back to what you were doing."

  When it dawned on Jason what she was saying, he smiled and drew her by the back of the head down to meet his kiss. Their mouths met in an exchange that could only be described as unbridled passion. Their tongues mingled in a slippery, seductive dance, and without even thinking about what he was doing, Jason forced his hips upward, grinding into Hannah's center. He wanted to be inside her so badly that his body just naturally moved like that.

  She moaned at the feeling.

  "Shit," he said.

  "What?"

  "I'm sorry, but this is not gonna be slow."

  "I'm okay with that."

  "Seriously, you have to tell me if I'm hurting you, because right now I feel like I could…" he paused, "I just want you so fucking bad right now." He put his hand over his face and massaged his eyebrows as if to pray for patience.

  She sat up onto her knees, giving him a little room underneath her. "Why don't you get your shorts off?"

  He grabbed Hannah by the sides, and lifted her to her feet before standing beside her. He looked at her and gestured with a nod to the door she knew was the small bedroom. "Go in there and lay on the bed," he said.

  "Are you coming?"

  "Of course I'm coming, I'm right behind you."

  She did as he said, and as she looked out of the bedroom door back in his direction, she could see his silhouette as he pushed buttons on an electronic device on the wall near the door. She admired the lines of his hard upper body, and loved the way the cargo shorts hung on his hips.

  The sounds of a band called Radiohead filled the air, and he adjusted the volume, making it a little louder than it was originally.

  "I like Radiohead," she said.

  "I figured I'd be safe with them," he said. "I thought as long as it wasn't Cam."

  Hannah laughed for a second, but stopped as she watched him step out of his shorts. He left his boxer shorts in place. They were dark colored boxer briefs, and even though there wasn't much light in the room, she could appreciate the beauty of the whole package as he walked toward her.

  "You look good enough to eat," he said as he approached.

  "I was just thinking the same thing about you." Hannah was on her back propped up on one elbow in a relaxed position.

  Jason dove onto the bed, landing next to her, and the impact had her giggling as she turned toward him. He propped himself up on one arm and hovered over her, letting his eyes roam over her face and body. She caught herself feeling a little bashful under the scrutiny, so she picked up a hand to cover her face a little as she smiled up at him.

  Jason reached between them and pulled her hand down. "Why are you covering up?"

  "I don't know. I just feel so exposed." She didn't add that she was scared she was being compared to the countless vixens that had come before her.

  "Well, that's because you are exposed," he said, pulling back and looking down to scan the length
of her body. He gave her a reassuring smile. "It's important to me that your comfortable, Hannah, so I should probably tell you how I feel about you." She reached for the covers to shield her face, but he put a hand out to stop her. "I am so fucking hooked on you as a person, that I would have just about been okay with whatever you had under the hood," he paused and looked her over again, which made her squirm. He reached out and put a hand on her thigh making her be still. "Stop. Hannah, you need to know you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

  Like most people, Hannah had already taken inventory on all her own flaws. Her brain tried to tell her Jason was just saying what she wanted to hear, but the sweet words made her feel so good that she almost didn’t care.

  "You're thinking about it too much," he said, sensing her distress. He took her by the face and forced her to look in his eyes. They stayed there for a few long seconds as he tried to convey the truth of his feelings. His face was only inches from hers as he whispered, "You're the most intriguing, person I've ever met."

  She gave him a little smirk. "That's really sweet, and I'd love to hear you say it over and over again, but it seems like flattery given the timing and everything." She smiled and glanced down at their mostly naked bodies.

  His brows furrowed slightly making him look a little confused. "I was never under the impression that I needed to flatter you," he said. Just as she had done, he glanced down at the position their bodies were in. "I thought this was a done deal."

  "It is, but—"

  "Then there's no call for flattery," he said. "I'm not just telling you what you want to hear, Hannah. You do something to me."

  "I think I can feel what I do to you right down there on my thigh."

  "You talking about this?" He leaned into her, pressing his hard piece into the side of her leg. She closed her eyes, enjoying the burn caused by sheer need for him.

  "You okay?"

  "I want you really bad," she said, eyes still closed.

  "We should have talked about birth control," he said.

  Her eyes popped open. "I just assumed you'd use a condom," she said.

  "I will, I do, I mean I always do with everyone else I've been with, but I don't want to with you." He hadn't really thought about it before it came out of his mouth, but now that he'd said it, he realized it was the truth. Hannah was the first person who'd ever tempted him not to use one. "We're going to have to use one for now but we'll figure something else out so it won't always be like this." He smiled down at her, waiting to hear her thoughts on the subject.

  She stared into the abyss of his light eyes. "I want you really bad," she repeated, slightly breathless with anticipation.

  Jason turned over and reached into a nearby dresser where he kept a box of condoms. Hannah chose not to concentrate on the fact that he kept them so handy. She told herself it was a brand new box Luke had purchased, and looked away, lest she see evidence to the contrary. He shed his boxer shorts while he was turned over, and by the time he rolled back into place, he was buck naked with a condom in hand. Hannah glanced down at his groin, and he pulled back, letting her inspect it.

  "That seems really big," she said.

  He did his best to stifle a grin. "Like I said, you do something to me."

  She smiled. "Can we go slow?"

  "Definitely," he whispered. He put a hand on the top of her thigh, letting her get used to his presence down there while he leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers. Hannah opened her mouth to him, as she lifted her hips toward his hand. He moved his hand to the place where it was gently cupping her sex. The presence of his hand there, the warmth of it, made Hannah feel like she could already fall apart at the seams.

  "Have you ever had an orgasm?" he asked.

  "Of course," Hannah said, a little defensively. She didn't add that she had only one during actual sex with a boy, and the other three times she'd scratched her own itch.

  "I'm gonna help you to have one right now," he said.

  Holy shit, just hearing him say those words almost made her have one right there on the spot—not to mention, his warm hand hadn't left her mound since he put it there.

  "Uh-huh," she said nodding. The sound came out more desperate than she wanted, but who cared—she was desperate for him. He kissed her, gently pulling her lower lip into his mouth where he sucked on it and teased it with his tongue. She was concentrating on the kiss until he used one finger to penetrate the folds of her sex. She stopped the kiss long enough to gasp at the intrusion. He continued moving his hand, knowing all the right spots to gently toy with her.

  "It feels like you're ready for me down here."

  She bit her lip and nodded, and without another word, he slid not one but two fingers inside her. She gasped again, and closed her eyes tight. He used his thumb to manipulate her outside while he deftly slid his fingers in and out of her a few times. A few seconds later, she grasped him by the arm, holding him in place as she rode wave after relentless wave of off-the-hook orgasm. The orgasm washed over her for so long and in such a way that she actually had the fleeting thought that she should be embarrassed by it's intensity, but within a split second, didn't care again. She was absolutely stupid with it for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably less than a minute.

  "Oh, shit, Jason, I can't believe it felt like that," she said, once she caught her breath and came back to Earth. It took her several seconds to become aware that the music was still playing. She covered her face with her hand. "I'm so sorry that was so fast.

  Jason peeled back her hand to look at her face. "I wanted you to come," he said. "It was me who did that, so there's no reason for you to be sorry."

  "Yeah, but I'm done and you haven't even—"

  "Oh, you're not done," he said. He gave her a sly grin.

  "What?"

  "You're not done, baby." He took a long look at her face, stopping to stare at the curve of her lips. "I'm not trying to put any pressure on you, but I'm just saying, it's possible to feel that more than once if you want to."

  She pulled his head down and whispered into his ear. "I want to."

  Jason's mouth curved upward in a smile, and he sat up and went to work unwrapping the condom and putting it in place. "I'm gonna take it really slow," he said, even though taking it slow was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted her so badly, he felt like his erection might freaking kill him. Jason positioned himself at her opening and pushed barely beyond the entrance.

  Hannah gasped with pleasure. "It's so sensitive right now," she said shivering.

  "I know," he whispered. "If it hurts, you just have to—"

  She wrapped her hands around his backside and forced him a little deeper inside her. "It doesn't hurt. It's amazing." She closed her eyes enjoying the tight intrusion.

  Jason started to inch his way inside her, being gentler with her than he'd ever been with anybody in his life. He wanted so badly not to hurt Hannah, and with her eyes closed like they were, he'd rather be safe. After several seconds of him virtually holding still, Hannah opened her eyes and stared at him. She smiled but didn't say a word as she lifted her hips to meet him, forcing him to go deeper inside her. Jason let out a growl as he positioned his upper body where he was laying even heavier on her. He kissed her ear as he pushed fully inside her, and she let out a high-pitched whimper that was clearly more pleasure than pain.

  "Oh God, Jason, you were right. I'm gonna do it again."

  "Wait for me, Hannah."

  "I don't know if I can."

  Gently, he pulled out and pushed in again.

  "Oh no. I don't know if I can."

  "Yes you can."

  Again, he thrust inside, this time he wasn't quite as gentle about it.

  "No, no, I can't."

  "Hold on, Hannah. Don't come till I tell you to."

  And again with the glorious pull and push.

  "Jason, please. I need to."

  He began to move in and out of her with a slow sensual rhythm that had her feeling like she could b
urst at any second. She concentrated on holding on until he gave her permission. He rode her like that until he worked into a rhythm that had him feeling like he couldn't hold on any longer. He knew his completion was eminent, so he put his mouth to her ear.

  "I'm gonna come inside you now and I want you to come with me."

  Hannah nodded but the sheer fact that he was bold enough to issue instructions like that made her body instantly obey.

  They came to completion at the same time, and afterward, Jason remained inside her.

  "I can't believe you know how to make me feel like that," she said.

  He breathed a laugh. "I could say the same thing about you. That seemed too fast, but I just couldn't hold out any longer."

  "Too fast?" she asked. "I felt like you made me wait an eternity," she said, giggling.

  Somehow managing to stay buried inside her, Jason took hold of her and rolled so that she would be on top.

  She snuggled onto his chest and gave him a squeeze. "That was fun."

  He rubbed her back. "Hey Hannah? I'm not trying to have you do that with anyone else ever again, okay?"

  She smiled even though he couldn't see her face. She knew those words were fueled by the pleasure of his release, but she didn't really care. They sounded amazing to her ears, and she chose to believe he really meant them.

  "Okay," she agreed.

  He squeezed her tightly.

  Chapter 15

  Jason and Hannah slept until noon the following day. They'd been up getting to know each other in every way possible until 3AM, so sleeping in was the logical choice.

  Hannah was out on the deck of the boat. She'd just finished a phone call, and was taking in the warm sunshine when Jason came out to join her.

  "It's beautiful out here," she said.

  "You're beautiful." He came up behind her, pulling her into his embrace. She looked up at him. He was a good five inches taller than her, and she came eye to eye with the lovely lines of his strong jaw. He had light hair, but she could see a few days growth on his jawline. She felt the strong urge to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.