88. Chapter 88
I just want you.
He couldn’t believe he’d been so fucking stupid, so careless.
Under her dress was one of Jase’s favorite places to be.
He traced her entrance with the tip of his tongue, soothing the edges where he’d been too rough.
He heard her breath catch and did it again.
Around and around her sensitive flesh until she relaxed and he was sure she wasn’t in pain, if she had been.
He tried telling himself she’d asked for more, had pulled him closer, grabbed his dick and squeezed, but that wasn’t the whole story, and he knew it. He’d wanted her to walk the fuck away.
Hell, he’d wanted her to run.
She didn’t. She met him blow for blow until—
I just want you.
A scream. A plea. It burned his ears, even now. He closed his eyes and let his tongue say everything he was too chickenshit to admit. The kinds of things a man didn’t say unless he was damn sure. Once they were out, there was no taking them back.
Gingerly, he worked his way up to her clit and sucked. The sounds she made, fuck. They weren’t shy little whimpers. As much as words like dick and wet still made her blush, which only made him want to say them more, quiet in her pleasure Lindsey was not.
In the weeks they’d been together, he’d mapped out all the places that turned her on, and not just in the bedroom.
Memorized the tiny—and not so tiny—jerks and hitches.
The way she held her breath before a kiss, the goose bumps rising on her flesh wherever he drew the tip of his finger, how she always seemed startled by her own arousal, as if no man had ever taken the time to truly turn her on.
One of his greediest pleasures was showing her how intensely she could feel. It’s why he never stood a chance of keeping his hands to himself in Austin, Graham’s fresh ex or not.
Today he’d used all he knew against her. He meant it when he said he didn’t deserve her. Three million strokes of his tongue weren’t going to prove him worthy.
They were the start of what he suspected were many apologies.
He held both thighs and sank into her, feeling every tremor rocking her body on his face.
“Jase, I want you,” she cried after a particularly strong shudder. “I want you inside.”
His dick hanging out of his pants very much agreed, but not yet.
He offered her a single finger and she clenched around him.
In another few beats, she fully let go. His hands on her thighs kept her anchored on the bench and away from his ears, allowing him to soak in the sounds of her shattering on his tongue.
By the time he stood he was drenched. In sweat, in her. He swiped the back of his arm across his face and met her eyes. They were sated, exhausted, and…something he wished he didn’t recognize.
Longing. As if he wasn’t right in front of her.
She’d been bracing herself on stacks of parts manuals. Now her trembling hands smoothed the damp hair at his temples, down his cheeks, to his T-shirt clinging to his chest. One hand kept moving down his stomach to take him in her palm.
“I want all of you,” she whispered.
He knew she didn’t just mean sex. Sex he could give her easily. It was everything else that was so goddamn hard.
Jase let her urge him closer until his tip reached under her dress. He’d never wanted to be that man more than he did right now.
“Lindsey, I—”
Whatever he might’ve said was interrupted by a car door slamming and a man calling her name.
She froze.
“Who is that?” Jase asked.
The man called out again and pounded on the front door of the house.
“Oh my God,” Lindsey gasped. “It’s my dad.”