Chapter 25
JASON
Rain fell in sheets, pounding against the roof in a steady roar. The comforter I’d wrapped around Laurel slipped from my shoulders, falling away faster than my resolve not to kiss her again.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop this time.
And I was so fucking tired of fighting it. I claimed her lips with mine, immediately possessing her mouth in a way I hoped no one had kissed her before. My hands were on her hips, then on her back, and then down to squeeze a handful of her ass and pull her deeper into my greedy kiss.
The comforter was in my way, and I was ready to be done with it. The fire had warmed me enough, and I was too focused now to care if I was still cold.
My mouth trailed down the soft skin of her neck, and I bent her over my arm, letting my kiss trace the edge of the damp shirt that clung to her curves. I was ready to be done with that too.
When I tugged the fabric up and off with hurried hands, her arms tangled in the straps momentarily. Like my jeans, I threw her shirt to the floor with force, annoyed it had gotten in my way.
Her haunting eyes were full of hunger, and I was relieved to see everything I was feeling reflected in them.
As soon as the shirt was gone, my hands were back on her, caressing her shoulders, sliding down the front of her chest while my mouth crashed against hers.
The heat of it was intoxicating. Addicting. But she broke the kiss to issue a soft sigh when my fingertips traced the satin-laced edge of her bra.
She was trembling.
Or shivering. I couldn’t tell.
“Are you still cold?” I asked, softly and with concern.
“I don’t know,” she blurted.
A smile threatened to break on my face, but I held it back. Instead, I grabbed the comforter I had dropped to our feet and spread it out by the hearth. I didn’t want to stand anymore. I had plans for her, and they did not involve her being upright.
She gasped when I hooked one arm behind her knees and one behind her back, dropping her into my hold. I hadn’t meant to catch her by surprise, but the urgency was building inside me, and I was powerless to stop it. I set her in my lap as I sat on the floor, the comforter pinned beneath me.
Her eyes shut when I kissed her again, an aggressive one that she answered eagerly. This was what I wanted, and yet it wasn’t enough. My fingers curled around a strap of her bra and drew the elastic down, freeing one breast that I immediately covered with my mouth.
She sucked in a breath through locked teeth as her nipple tightened under my command.
Bill’s warning echoed, and then the thought was gone. Even then, I’d known this was going to happen.
Well, maybe not known. But I'd hoped.
She was still trembling as her hands reached behind her, but I got the sense it was with need as she unclasped her bra and let me drag the fabric away.
Desire pounded hotly through me, urging me to rush, but my head overruled it. I wanted to take this slow. To enjoy every moment we had, because each second with her felt like I didn’t deserve it. Like I’d stolen it.
Fuck, her body was a thing of beauty.
Her skin was soft as velvet. She shuddered with pleasure when I palmed her breast and brushed my thumb over her tight pink nipple, making her breath go shallow.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I said.
It must have activated something inside her. She moved suddenly, slamming her mouth into mine with a kiss that was passionate and intense, while she turned in my arms. She twisted until she could straddle my lap, flattening her bare breasts against my chest.
We let out a mutual sound of satisfaction at the contact.
I gripped her waist, fingers digging into her hip to press her down and make her feel how turned on she made me. What I’d teasingly tell her was her fault if this wasn’t so fucking dire. I was thick and hard between her legs. Only lace and cotton separated us.
Normally, I enjoyed a woman on top. It was a great view, after all. But I tightened my arm around her waist and rolled until she was beneath me. Her blonde hair splashed across the dark quilt, the firelight flickering over every inch of her gorgeous bare skin.
On my journey down toward her stomach, I took a slight detour to suck on one of her breasts. I nipped softly, but her sharp inhale of breath made me freeze.
Was that too rough?
I tilted my head to look up at her with alarm, only to see that her expression said it was pleasure, not pain.
Thank God. Her hands threaded into my hair like she wanted the added connection to me since our mouths were no longer able to touch, and I resumed my original goal, shifting down the length of her body until my tongue could draw a line at the border of lace.
It was almost the same color of her skin and sexy as fuck.
She quivered when I hooked a finger under the lace and worked it down over her hipbone. Her skin was nearly as hot as the fire burning beside us. Perhaps it was too hot because I’d begun to sweat . . . but that was most likely because of what we were doing.
No, it’s because of her.
Her trembling built as I eased the panties down, freeing her gorgeous legs, and then I dropped the scrap of lace beside us.
She was naked beneath me, staring up with the haunting eyes I could not get my fill of. I knelt between her knees, dragging my fingers up, up, up the inside of her thigh. Her hand covered her mouth like she wanted to stifle a scream.
I slid my hands under her legs, pulled her to me, and kissed her where I’d put my hand a few hours ago. A panicked moan tore from her lips as she jerked, but I held her steady as my tongue grazed her. One painstakingly slow lick, and she was hopelessly out of breath.
I fucked her with my mouth then.
Each stroke of my tongue against her clit made her legs shake. It caused sighs and whimpers of pleasure to leak from her lips. It sounded like it felt so good, it verged on a knife’s edge between pleasure and pain.
When I increased my speed, she bucked under my direction, her hands fisting the comforter beneath us. The tip of my tongue fluttered, lashing at her, and her fingers in my hair tightened, pulling at the roots.
“Whoa,” she whispered, like maybe she had never come like this before and the idea of it was surprising.
But I was determined to make that happen. Desperate to give her satisfaction instead of frustration. And it was a powerful feeling the way she moved against me, like I had complete rule over her.
As my tongue slicked and cartwheeled over her clit, my hands drifted over her legs, her hips, and up to grip one of her breasts.
“Wait,” she gasped as a warning.
But by the time the word registered, it was too late.
Her thighs closed around my head as the orgasm descended upon her, muffling the cry she unleashed. Her climax had taken her by surprise, and as the pleasure rolled through, her body flinched in uncontrolled jerks.
Goddamn, it was so fucking hot.
She was still shuddering with her orgasm when I came back to her, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“You liked that?” I whispered into her ear, nibbling there.
“That was . . .” She couldn’t catch her breath as she searched for the right word. “Nice.”
“Nice?” I repeated, dubious, and my filter broke down. “Ice cream and bike rides are nice. Let me show you just how nice I can be.”
She pressed her lips together to smother a smile, but I was too focused on my task to get much of a look. I turned to lie on my side, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear, and peeled the fabric down until I was as naked as she was.
The amusement in her expression disappeared, instantly replaced with heat when I grabbed her hand and guided it to my dick. Her cool fingers wrapped around me where I was long and hard, and throbbing for her.
“Would you like this?” My tone was sinful. “Would that be nice?”
She buried the edge of her teeth in her bottom lip and gave a nod. Her bashfulness now was so different from who she’d been the night she’d danced for me in the restaurant, but this version of her was just as sexy.
Her grip tightened on my dick and slid slowly up to the tip, and back down to the base.
I groaned it under my breath. “Fuck. Do it again.”
She complied, and the sensation sliding through her fist caused my dick to flex. It felt so fucking good, my head filled with smoke. It disabled whatever filter I had left.
“You have no clue how badly I’ve wanted this, and I don’t just mean in the car.” I put my hand over hers, guiding her to squeeze tighter, and my hips thrust so I could fuck our hands. “I had to do this to myself in the shower yesterday just to relieve the ache.”
Her eyes widened with surprise, and I worried that once again I’d said too much. Her free hand came up to touch her lips, like she wanted to hide behind her fingers.
“I touched myself while thinking about you, too,” she admitted. “Even when I knew it was wrong.”
I groaned because she was killing me. “It wasn’t wrong.”
And if it was? I no longer cared.
I pushed her down onto her back, shifting so I was once again between her legs. I pulled her hands away from me, threaded our fingers together, and pressed them to the comforter beside her head.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I uttered against her lips.
I moved my hips, letting myself rub against her, down the entire bare length to tease. It was the most dangerous thing I’d ever done because—fucking hell—it felt so good I wanted to sink inside her, right here, right now, and worry about the consequences later.
Her breath was ragged and her gaze fixated on mine. A combination of emotions played across her face. Excitement. Desperation. Recklessness. My kiss seemed to make her drunk with desire.
She was hot and wet, and I slid my cock over her clit again and again until her eyes fell shut. She was wild for me to claim her, her hips trying to line up with mine so I could push inside and give her what she wanted.