44. Chapter 44
Alarm bells, sirens, tongue.
Every nerve ending in her body flashed with sensation overload.
Jase hoisted her in the air, sinking his hips into her pelvis.
Crushed between the wall and his erection—she didn’t know which one was harder—Lindsey didn’t care that he was Graham’s brother or a notorious lothario or a guy she barely knew.
All that mattered was his mouth, taking.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and succumbed to him.
A jerk of his hips as if he was actually thrusting into her left Lindsey cursing the layers of clothing between them, and she tore the collar of his shirt trying to rip it over his head.
He hadn’t tried to touch her after they left the bar, after the kiss that practically sent the ground rushing up to meet her when it ended. She’d already been brutally rejected by one Young today. She wasn’t so stupid—or drunk—to let it happen twice by making an unwanted move on Jase.
But the silhouette of Graham’s suitcase in the dark chased her from the hotel room she was supposed to share with the Young who still hadn’t returned and into the arms of the brother poised to knock, who was laying her on her back on the bed.
The shirt with the ripped collar dropped carelessly from his wrist. He stood over her, plotting a trail down her body as if deciding where to attack next.
The moment before he kissed her outside the bar, when she knew it was about to happen, was exactly like this.
A pause full of exquisite anticipation that hollowed her stomach and stoked a dormant fire between her legs.
With the quiet determination of a predator, Jase crawled over her. Hovering close enough for her to feel the heat of his body but not the weight of it that she craved, he said, “So fucking beautiful.”
No one had called her beautiful in a long time. Jase had told her several times tonight.
Touch me, she nearly screamed.
A quick sweep of his hand relieved her of her tank top, and his mouth was on her.
She couldn’t stop her whole body from jerking in surprise.
He’d engulfed her entire nipple, sucking and pulling in a practiced way that also tugged on her clit.
A rough hand seared the skin of her throat, down her neck, to her other breast that rose to meet him.
She couldn’t remember the last time Graham used his tongue for anything other than slurping smutty requests in her ear.
Graham. Lindsey choked on a moan. “What if he comes back?”
“Fuck him,” Jase said, his voice muffled by the other nipple he sucked to a hard, overly-sensitive bud.
“Yeah,” she breathed. “Okay.”
He licked up her neck to her mouth. The man kissed her as if it wasn’t just something to do, but a hot, steady breath on an ember, stoking the needy burn breaking out across her skin.
Her stomach dipped under his fingers tracing down her side and curling around the waistband of her pajama pants.
A sudden throb in her clit warned of a too-quick orgasm.
She was going to come, and he hadn’t even touched her.
What did men do to keep from popping off too fast?
Think of puppies, kittens, mowing lawn, hammering nails?
“Lindsey,” Jase murmured.
She didn’t realize she was forcing air through clenched teeth until Jase, still clutching her waistband, reminded her to breathe.
“How long has it been?” he asked.
Since…what? Since her body shook in the hands of a man? Never. Since she’d had to hold herself back from coming? Also never.
Since she orgasmed at all?
Long enough she couldn’t actually remember.
She turned away from his piercing stare. It was too much, his attention. She was fully ready to be naked with this man, not get vulnerable about her lackluster sex life with someone whose history was anything but.
“Hey.” He let go of her pants and cupped her chin, turning her to face him. “I’m going to take care of you, baby.”
He kissed her gently, parted her lips, caressed her tongue with his own.
When she had somewhat relaxed underneath him, he brought his hand back down her body and touched her over her pants.
Warm fingers and palm gently cupping her with the slightest pressure.
It was beautiful and torturous and made her head swim.
When her pelvis ground into his palm, needing more, Jase slid his hand underneath her waistband. He paused, his fingers touching the small mound of hair Lindsey suddenly wished she had more vigorously shaved, and she shuddered at the anticipation of new fingers relieving the ache between her legs.
Two fingers slid down to test her soft, wet flesh.
“Jesus,” he murmured, easily finding her clit. “You fucking need this.”
The heat in her cheeks cascaded in a warm wave down her body to pool between her legs to the pads of his fingers. He watched her face as he dipped one inside of her.
Jase wasn’t just watching. He was studying.
When she opened her legs a little wider, he gifted her with a second finger, slowly spreading her.
Her clit throbbed and he answered with a deeper thrust, moving his whole body over her.
Satisfied that he was hitting all the right spots, he sucked on her ear, her neck, nipping at her skin while his skilled hand fingered her.
Skilled because Jase had practice. With many, many other women. She stared at the hotel ceiling and realized she was becoming one of them.
It’s not as if she didn’t know they were going to have sex, she just didn’t know how badly she wanted it until that moment, when she didn’t feel the least bit ashamed joining the ranks of the countless others who came before her and would surely come after.
His thumb circled her clit while two fingers kept a slow, steady pace inside her, dragging out and sliding back in.
He was taking his time, giving her everything she needed to fully enjoy his work.
It had been so long since Graham used his hands and mouth for more than a few hasty seconds of foreplay that she almost forgot how it felt to coil and come apart in someone else’s hands.
It would be easy to let it happen.
But she needed more. Tomorrow Lindsey was going home. Tonight she wanted to experience something she’d never have again.
Every inch of Jase Young and what his body could do to a woman.
She squeezed her thighs on his arm and whispered, “Jase.”
He lifted his head from her neck. “Do you want me to stop?”
She ran her hands down his sides, over the muscles clenching at her touch, to the button on his jeans.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
He tipped his head and frowned. “A condom?”
“You use condoms, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
She unsnapped the button, and he pulled his hand from between her legs to stop her from reaching down his pants.
“Lindsey,” he said.
“What?”
“Look at me.”
She did, catching the twitch in his Adam’s apple and the conflict in his eyes she could just make out in the dark.
“We don’t have to do that,” he said.
“Why?”
She couldn’t imagine Jase had ever uttered those words to another woman he’d been fingering.
His heavy breath smelled like beer and whiskey.
“I don’t…”
“You don’t what?” Lindsey urged.
I don’t want you.
He didn’t have to say it.
I’m Graham’s girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend.
Why was it so easy to forget?
He thinks this is a mistake.
Lindsey, flushed for a whole different reason, pushed his shoulders to climb out from underneath him. He didn’t budge.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
Now it was Lindsey’s turn to study him. Her body literally shook at his touch. Wasn’t it obvious?
“I just need to hear you say it,” he said, and his eyes were glassy, and it didn’t feel like a mistake or that he didn’t want her. “This is…you’re—”
“I know who I am,” Lindsey said. “And I know who you are. And I want you, Jase. If you want me to beg—”
His tongue swept away anything else she was going to say.
He yanked the pajama pants and underwear down her legs and stood beside the bed to pull down his jeans.
Stepping out of them, Lindsey got her first look at the godly Adonis fully naked.
Her gaze trailed down the hardness of his chest to the planes of his stomach and the V leading to a patch of dark hair. Lower.
His body inspired words on the page. If she was still a writer—not the journalist, she’d tried to be, but the novelist she wanted to become—she’d use descriptors like muscly planes, chiseled abs, strong, capable hands, massive—
It wasn’t the kind of book she’d ever been inspired to write.
He turned to pull a condom out of his pocket, giving Lindsey her first unobstructed view of his back.
His bare back.
“What happened to your tattoo?” she asked, remembering the eagle wings she’d seen on the man having a tryst behind the bar dumpsters in Alabama.
“This?” He pointed to the faded barbed wire around his left arm.
“No, the eagle…Oh my gosh.”
“What?”
It wasn’t him. It shouldn’t have mattered. The realization that she’d gotten it wrong made her want him more.
“Nothing. Get over here,” she said.
He grinned and murmured, “You got it, Sundress,” and opened the foil wrapper with his teeth, fitting the condom over his length in another practiced move.
She studied it—for future inspiration—and decided his wasn’t one of the twelve-inch monster penises she’d read about in romance novels, but certainly the largest she had ever seen, certainly qualified as massive, and certainly worth writing about if she ever got around to it.
And—she hated thinking of Graham just then—Jase’s was slightly longer and definitely thicker than his brother’s.
Lindsey gripped the comforter, her knees bent and legs open as if she couldn’t wait to let him in. The coarse hair on his thighs scratched her feverish skin. He used a hand to guide his tip to her entrance.
“You ready?” he asked, his eyes dark and predatory peering at her through thick eyelashes.
She nodded, sure that she could handle everything he was about to give her.
She had no idea. His arms closed around her and he pushed into her, and she was both wrapped in Jase and filled with Jase and for a moment she couldn’t breathe.
He was everywhere. It was a closeness she hadn’t expected from him, engulfed fully by his arms and pinned by his weight.
Panic gripped her and must’ve shown in her eyes because Jase held her face and caressed her cheeks with his thumbs.
“Sundress, breathe.”
She tried. She really tried. She was so full.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head, pretty sure she did not want him to pull away.
“Trust me?”
She nodded again. She trusted him outside the bar to keep her safe from the nasty biker men, and she trusted him now, deep inside her.
He studied her face, as if deciding for himself. After a few breaths, he said, “Okay, then I’m going to fuck you now. It’s going to be hard, and it’s going to be thorough, but I promise I’m going to take care of you.”
Her body had already begun to relax around his girth and underneath his weight. She nodded—apparently beyond words—and Jase once again tightened his hold around her.
And sank deeper inside. My God, she thought he’d been fully seated but Jase carefully lowered his hips, stretching her, filling her, stealing her breath until his pelvis was flush with hers.
His thumb brushed her lips. “You’ve got this, baby.”
He kissed her and started to move.
It wasn’t the wild, punchy thrusts she’d come to expect from Graham.
Jase stayed deep, barely pulling out an inch before rolling his hips, grinding her into the mattress.
Holy—holy shit. There was no reprieve against the fullness, no space to take a full breath, no beat of separation where she could anchor herself to the earth.
Just Jase. All of him. Deep, penetrating thrusts until the pressure inside her body and on her clit was almost unbearable.
“Jase,” she breathed, unsure of what to ask for.
“I got you, baby,” he promised.
She clutched his shoulders, her breath punching out of her chest in violent huffs against his lips that grazed her mouth with every thrust. Their fusion was so complete Lindsey couldn’t even rock her hips to meet his rhythm, only let him drive her deeper into the bed.
He never stopped watching her, his jaw locked in concentration.
Never changed his grueling pace. It wasn’t long before the pressure building inside her wrapped around his length to become unbearably good, and the ache in her stomach from how deep he reached melted into liquid heat, sinking lower.
Lindsey sank with it, this heat twisting and coiling, pulling taut.
A cry welled up from her chest, knowing what was about to happen but unprepared for the release.
For the orgasm that broke like a dam flooding her, shaking Lindsey to her core.
She felt her inner walls clench around Jase, finally breaking his steady concentration.
His eyebrows pinched together and she wondered if the force of her orgasm actually hurt him.
He kissed her, hard, not giving her the chance to ask, and pulled out far enough for her to feel the length of him sliding between her legs.
His forehead found hers as he drove into her, sending tremors through her body that quaked against the man who was everything and nothing like she’d been led to believe.
A selfish man wouldn’t pay close attention to what she liked and make sure she came first. A hateful man wouldn’t take care of her body.
A womanizing lothario would absolutely know how to do both of those things.
And Jase was a man of his word, she realized, as his rhythm stuttered and he found his own release.
He had fucked her so thoroughly that tears streamed from her eyes.