Chapter 21
Jason
“Give it to me,” I tell her, sinking full length into the tight, wet hold of her body.
The way she’s looking at me, touching me. Bliss.
“Need it again, Rowan,” I growl, pinning that sweet bundle of nerves between us.
Rocking against it, I watch as her back arches.
Those tits.
Her nipples scrape my chest, and she clenches again. Silently, my name forms on her lips.
“That’s it, beautiful.”
I pull out only far enough to delve deep again. “Feel so good around me.”
This time, when I catch her clit between us, I hold the pressure an extra beat, shifting my hips so—
“Jason!” She clamps down around me, her body grasping mine with hot rhythmic pulses.
Fuck. Yes.
I didn’t think there was anything better than the taste of this woman coming on my tongue. But seeing her face when her eyes flare and then hood, when her lips part and her hips cant up against the downward thrust of mine? I’m gone for her.
Her hands are at my shoulders, my arms, my neck. Cupping the side of my jaw.
“With me,” she pleads. “Want you to come with me.”
Pressure slams up my spine, and I’m right there with her. Unable to fight off my own need a second longer. I drive into her again and again, coming harder than I ever have before.
Holy shit.
Somewhere about the time she tried wrapping her lips around my dick, I wondered if maybe I could ruin her for all other dudes. Show her what I can give her, what she’s been missing in the hopes she’d want more.
Why I didn’t anticipate that I’d be the one ruined, no idea. Just another instance where instinct can’t keep up with Rowan Lakely.
When I feel the last of Rowan’s orgasm subside and her arching body go lax beneath me, I take a beat to look at her like this, sated and sweaty.
In this minute, mine.
I lower my head and kiss her. Not sure I’ll get the chance again and committed to being okay with it.
And the way she smiles at me, as I pull away? Damn.
It’s the kind of smile that makes a man think about how quickly he can get it again.
How he can make sure he doesn’t lose it.
She bites the corner of her bottom lip, meeting my eyes with hers.
And… she looks like she wants to say something. Like maybe—
Realization lands. “Shit, I’m crushing you,” I say, moving off her before she’s flattened like a pancake.
“No… I was just…” She shakes her head. “Sorry, you weren’t.”
Nice. But I was, and I’m already climbing off.
After taking care of the rubber in the bathroom, I’m happy to find Rowan still in bed… though mostly covered.
She lifts the sheet, and I climb under, then over her, coaxing her to her back as she laughs.
“Hello, beautiful,” I murmur, nuzzling into the softness of her now fully exposed breast, before taking her nipple between my lips for one last lingering suck.
And nibble. And then fine, I roll it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth a bit until Rowan’s fingers are in my hair again and her legs are shifting in that restless, needy way I wasn’t intentionally going for but like very, very much just the same.
When I pop off, her nipple is rosy and wet, beaded so tight and pretty that I almost don’t notice the hazed look in her eyes.
Almost.
Still holding myself over her, I brush my very favorite taut new toy with my thumb.
She bites her lip.
My mouth curves.
Hmm. Another back-and-forth brush. Another shuddering breath… this one accompanied by a very telling shift of her hips. I’m already hard again.
And in my defense, she hasn’t told me to stop.
“So, Rowan.” Brush, brush, brush…
Gasp, shift… “Y-yes?”
“I know we said just once… and it’s probably a good idea.”
“Oh, umm, yeah.”
“Smart.” Brush. “Safe.” Brush. “Responsible.” Brush.
“Jassson.”
“But maybe I get one last kiss goodbye?”
She pushes up on her forearms, and the face she’s giving me right now is fucking adorable. “Are you talking about kissing my nipple goodbye?”
I huff a laugh into my shoulder and meet her eyes again. “Give me some credit.”
Is that a little pout? She’s totally disappointed.
Then she nods. “You can kiss me goodbye… or I guess, kiss what we just did goodbye.”
“Thank you.” I lean in, stopping so close to her that I can feel the charge between us. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
In a flash, I’m under the sheet before her “Wha—” turns into a shriek of laughter as I shoulder between the spread of her legs and set my mouth to the task of giving her a goodbye to remember.
Spoiler: She does not tell me to stop.
What she does tell me between needy little gasps, sexy moans, and increasingly desperate pleas for more? “Just this once” was maybe more of a loose guideline than a hard rule. I might have been more enthusiastic in my agreement than chill.
After, I tuck her into my chest to hold her, wondering how it’s possible this woman is the same girl I’d made so uncomfortable that at the end—
Stop.
Don’t think about that now. Not when I’m holding her, and she’s melting into me like somehow I’m the only place she wants to be.