Chapter Six
Jason
I wake up surrounded by heat. Not normal heat, where my comforter is too hot or the temperature is too high, but warm heat covering me. Suspecting but not wanting to assume, I open my eyes.
I lay on my back, my arm around Faith, her head in the crook of my arm, her knee across my body … and her pussy pressing against my thigh.
She is naked.
And since I normally wake up with a hard-on, it is no surprise that this morning’s is extra … hard. To say I’m shocked she is here is an understatement. To find her naked is a sweet surprise I don’t want to question.
And yet I have to.
I kiss her lips once, twice, and wait for her to wake up.
Finally, sleepy green eyes open and meet my gaze. “Hi,” she says, her cheeks turning an adorable pink.
“Hi?” I deliberately phrase it as a question.
“I guess you’re wondering what I’m doing here?”
I chuckle. “That would be one of my questions.”
“I had a nightmare and I didn’t want to be alone.” She draws a deep breath. “And since you told me you wanted me once and since you kissed me last night, I decided to tell you what I wanted.”
“By getting naked.” I don’t want to focus on the fact that she has nightmares. The idea of her hurting and afraid guts me.
“By getting naked.” A sudden playful, wicked gleam flickers in her eyes. “Can you think of a better way to express myself?”
I now have confirmation of both her desire and her consent.
I won’t be taking advantage of a woman in a vulnerable situation, one who is relying on me, who is unsure of what she wants.
That’s why I sent her to bed last night.
So I didn’t act on the raging desire to pick up where we left off with that kiss after she was afraid.
She’s now had an entire night to reconsider. She is all in.
Which means the mental restraints that have been holding me back are gone. I slide my arm out from beneath her, raise myself up, and cover her body with my own. My cock is cushioned between her thighs, my entire body on high alert.
Hands braced on either side of her head, I push myself up and look into her eyes. They’ve grown hazy with need. One that is matched by the pulsing desire thrumming through my veins.
“I take it you’re not mad?” A hint of vulnerability sounds in her voice.
I can’t tear my gaze from her full lips.
Lips I want to devour again. Answering her question is easy.
“A naked woman I want crawls into my bed. No, I’m not mad.
” I let out a low laugh that comes out sounding more like a growl of need.
“Besides, does it feel like I’m mad?” I swivel my hips and grind my cock into her sex.
She whimpers with need, and I dip my head and press my lips against hers. Tasting her fills something inside me, an emptiness I wasn’t aware existed. Just like finding her on the side of the road felt important, so, too, does this moment.
She opens her mouth and lets me in. Warmth and need surround me, along with a dizzying sensation that this is right. I kiss her long and hard before lifting my head and pushing my body down lower, needing to taste her everywhere.
“Do you taste sweet, candy girl?” I ask, swiping a tongue over her nipple.
She shudders, and I go to work, teasing the bud that tightens with every lick, suck, and graze of my teeth.
She threads her fingers into my hair and pushes my head down, silently asking for more.
I bite down lightly on that pebbled nipple, then lick my way across her chest and over her other breast until I find the other one, giving it the same at times tender, at other times torturous treatment.
She moans, pulling at my hair. “Jase, that feels so good.”
So she likes nipple play, does she? Could she come from that alone?
Not many women can. I haven’t been with any, but she is rubbing herself against me and urging me on.
Willing to do anything to please her, I suckle on her nipple, cupping the other full breast in my hand and tweaking it with my thumb and forefinger.
First hard, then soft, my hand plays with her while my mouth works on the other breast.
I take my time, enjoying how she moans and writhes beneath me. My cock is so fucking hard, teasing her sex and torturing me at the same time, but that isn’t my focus. Not yet.
I lift my head and begin to rub her nipples gently, looking into her eyes. “Come for me, sweetness. I want to see you find pleasure.”
I pick up her hand and pull her fingers into my mouth, sucking on the digits until they are wet. “Play with yourself,” I tell her. “Show me what feels good.” I dip her other hand’s fingers into my mouth and dampen them as well.
Her cheeks flush, but as I roll my hips into hers, she moans and gets to work. She plucks and pulls at her nipples, her entire body trembling as she gives herself pleasure. I get off watching her, my dick throbbing as she continues her assault on the tender buds.
“Oh, God.” The words come out on a slurred moan. “So good.”
“Keep going.” My hips jerk against her sex, over and over, and if I can’t hold on, I’m going to come like a fucking teenager who can’t control himself.
I don’t know if it is my grinding against her clit that I am unable to control or the pinching and pulling of her nipples, but she utters a slow moan and her body trembles beneath me.
“I’m coming. Oh, God, yes.” She releases her hold on her nipples and grasps my shoulders, her hips lifting and thrusting against mine.
I’ve never seen a sexier, more beautiful sight than her coming apart, cheeks flushed, eyes fluttering closed. I wait until the shuddering stops and she collapses before rising and stripping off my boxers.
I come back over her, my cock hovering by her neatly trimmed sex. Then the obvious hits me. “Shit, condom.” I always use protection. It’s stupid and irresponsible not to.
“I’m on the pill.” She bites down on her lower lip. “And I was at the doctor shortly before I left town.” She looks up at me with wide green eyes, asking with her gaze if I’m safe.
Because she trusts my answer and that means the choice is mine. I’ve never wanted to feel a woman bare around me before Faith, and the knowledge rocks me to my core.
“I’m clean.” I was tested for my yearly physical a few months ago and haven’t been with anyone since.
In response, she spreads her legs beneath me, and her trust is humbling. Her gaze never leaves me as I grab my cock, pumping the length with my fist before positioning myself at her entrance and gliding into her with a smooth thrust.
I feel her everywhere, my entire body aware of her slick inner walls, the heat of her surrounding me, and the vulnerable way her eyes open wide as I fill her.
A heavy lump forms in my throat, and I brutally push it aside, doing everything I can to focus on the physical sensations and not the emotional fallout of having sex with Faith.
I refuse to call it making love. That thought would send me running.
I’m already invested. I can’t let myself go there.
“Jason, move.”
Faith’s voice takes me out of my self-reflection, and I do as she says, begin to pump my hips back and forth, gliding in and out, riding the high I feel from being with her. Shifting positions, I deliberately thrust hard, hitting a different spot inside her, and she moans aloud.
“Yes, there.”
With that, I begin a steady rhythm, taking us both for a hard ride.
She grasps my cheeks and pulls me toward her.
My lips come down hard on hers, and I continue to pump into her.
It isn’t long before my balls draw up tight, my spine tingles, and just as I know I’m going to come, she cries out my name.
I let myself go, spilling into her and losing a part of myself at the same time.
* * *
Faith
I rush to get ready for Noah’s birthday party, knowing Jason and I have to stop at the shop and pick up the goodie boxes I put together yesterday.
Because my clothes are in the closet in the guest room, I have a break from Jason’s intense stare.
He’s been watching me ever since this morning, as if trying to figure out just what occurred between us in bed.
I’d like to know that myself. Intense doesn’t begin to cover it.
Life-altering might come closer. Reminding myself this is a temporary relationship no matter how close to him I might feel, I finish putting on my makeup, fluff my hair, draw a deep breath, and step into my bedroom.
I dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white top, not wanting to call attention to myself at the party.
I feel as if I’m there to help set up my candy, and though I might also be there with Jason, I’m not foolish enough to think I’m truly an invited guest. Izzy was just being nice when she asked me to come.
It would be more than foolish to act like I’m Jason’s date at his nephew’s birthday party and let the heady mix of being on his arm after being in his bed feed dreams that will never happen.
I take a quick glance in the mirror, well aware my cheeks are flushed … because my body is still quivering with awareness from the orgasms … plural … he gave me this morning. I pick up my purse and walk out of my room in his apartment, meeting up with him in the family room.
My gaze slides over him, and though I do my best not to ogle, it’s difficult. He looks sexy in a pair of dark jeans and a navy turtleneck shirt, those indigo eyes looking through me, his expression knowing. As if he can see my heart and knows how fast it’s beating just for him.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
I nod, glancing at the time on my phone. “If we leave now, we have enough time to get the goodies and for me to set them up.” I start for the door ahead of him, startled when he grasps my arm and spins me back to face him.
“What?” The word barely leaves my mouth when he wraps one arm around my back, pulls me against him, and seals his lips over mine.