42. Chapter 42
Fucking hell this woman could kiss.
It wasn’t needy or rushed, but it was thorough and it did almost knock him off his feet. Of course, that might’ve been the wind blowing her into him. Another storm they had no business being in.
Jason turned her and pressed her spine against the glass door to shield her from the worst of it but didn’t stop kissing her. If he broke away for even a second, she might come to her senses and kick his wet ass back to the motel alone.
He wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight without her, if he could help it.
A few minutes of kissing and daring to slide his hands down the length of her uniform, and his back was numb from being pelted by hard rain.
It was blowing from all directions, streaming down their faces, into their mouths, mingling with their tongues sweet with cheap whiskey.
Another pass down her side, Jason hitched her leg up and ground into her.
The move was pretty chaste compared to what he’d do if he actually got his hand up her skirt, but without knowing if this was headed anywhere naked or just heavy necking—he’d take either and be fucking thrilled—he didn’t want to push her too far.
Thunder rattled the windows and door and Theresa’s body against him.
Who was he kidding? There was only one way this night was ending.
His free hand found her pulse again, settling over her throat with the gentlest pressure, and he practically fell to his knees and screamed “Halleluiah” when her hips sank into him.
It was his fucking pleasure to lift the side of her skirt and wedge himself between her legs, gifting her some of the friction those hips were chasing.
Another thrust against her, and Theresa was reaching blindly with one hand for the door handle.
“I got it, honey,” he said.
Hoisting her legs around his waist, Jason carried them inside and set her down on the table of the first booth.
The buttons of her uniform were the first to go.
Spreading the pink and white stripes aside, Jason ran a hand from her throat down the center of her chest. Her back bowed under his touch, her head falling back and exposing the creamy skin of her neck.
He kissed her throat, sucked her thrumming pulse, and licked the fresh rain from her collarbone.
If Billy was chaos, Theresa was calm. He didn’t want to compare the two, but he’d just been with Billy, and the heat of those moments at Not Your Oasis still kept him warm at night.
Bear’s threats still kept him awake too.
Theresa was a balm on all the sore spots. He took his time. The slower he moved over her body, the deeper her need. He pulled her bra down and got his first look at her breasts.
“Do you know your nail polish matches your nipples?”
Her eyes had been closed, enjoying his mouth’s progression down her chest. With a breathy laugh, she said, “No one’s ever noticed.”
Jason drew back. “Did you do it on purpose?”
Her eyes snapped open, and his dick twitched at the devil in those big browns.
“You’re too easy,” she teased.
“You’ll pay for that.”
He sucked on one nipple. She moaned, the first of what he hoped were many, and his erection strained in his jeans.
Jason hooked an arm under her leg and laid her back on the table. Fuck, this woman was a fucking geyser waiting to go off. The noises she was making, he could probably make her come just by sucking on her tits.
Between her legs was proof, if he needed more, that Theresa was a breast woman.
The fabric of her panties was soaked. When he reached underneath to test the edges of her soft flesh, Theresa’s back slowly arched off the table and Jason lifted his head to watch her face the first time he entered her with his finger.
She stared at the ceiling, drawing heavy, deep breaths that quickened with his pace up her skirt.
He could barely fit two fingers inside her. This woman was an untapped treasure, and he was going to treat her the way he suspected no other man took the time to do.
She wasn’t even naked and Jason knew he’d be taking these images to bed for weeks.
Her tits rising and falling within the sides of her open uniform with every breath.
Her lips, red from so much kissing, parted and trembling.
The yearning in her eyes. The surrender.
Her eyelashes stuttering with his thrusts.
Flashes of white lightning revealing the soft pink flush of her skin.
He did that. This woman, this one, was panting, hips writhing, riding his two fingers and the thumb circling her clit. Putty in his hands, like the others—
I’m not one of those women, she’d said.
No. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, and he’d meant it.
He’d never had sex on a diner table. Never let a woman into his private life. Never, ever done something as reckless as chasing one into a tornado.
You know, just because the corner of the sky through the motel window changes, the bed changes, and the woman changes, doesn’t mean you’ve escaped the trap.
Damn it. He actually thought he’d beaten the system. Wrist-deep in pussy was the wrong time to beat himself up about it.
Besides, her saying it didn’t make it right. Riding, motels, women, Billy—none of it felt like a trap.
He closed his eyes and focused on the feel of Theresa’s tight walls on his fingers, the joy of fingering her, bringing her pleasure. Making her lose herself for a little while.
You’re living the same day over and over again, same as the rest of us.
She might’ve had a point. Even if he woke up to the same day on repeat, at least he chose how to live it. Jason Young answered to no one. He was a free man.
“Are you going to fuck me?”
He opened his eyes. Was he going to fuck her? He’d wanted nothing else since he laid eyes on this woman. If she was asking, he wouldn’t wait another second.
Theresa smiled. She wasn’t actually asking him to fuck her. It was a challenge.
He leaned over her. “Remember what I said?”
Her smile broadened and she clenched around his fingers.
“I don’t want to be inside you until I’ve made you moan my name.”
He gently spun her nipple between his fingers while his other hand kept a grueling pace inside her that she met thrust for thrust with her hips.
“Jason.”
It was a whisper.
“I can’t hear you, honey,” he tsked.
Her breath caught and she clenched on him again.
“Jason,” she said.
“Louder,” he said with a deep thrust of his fingers.
He closed his mouth around her nipple and Theresa came. The pulse of her orgasm on his hand shattered his self-control. Jason unzipped his pants to the sound of her screaming his name.
He nudged his swollen tip against her still throbbing entrance.
“Theresa,” he begged. Begged. Christ, what was happening to him?
A dreamy haze settled into her eyes and she said, “Was I loud enough?”