“Why?”
“Because I want you to,” she answered in a sultry voice, enthralled as she watched him struggle with himself. They needed to get beyond his fear of hurting her. Her need to feel him raw and untamed pounded at her, her desire to surrender a powerful aphrodisiac. “I know who I’m with. Now do it, Jason,” she cajoled, deliberately using his name.
His eyes flared with molten heat, and he raised his hands to the little buttons on the front of her short-sleeved cotton shirt. “Need to touch you, Hope.” His fingers fumbled with the first button before he finally gripped both sides of the material and tore it open. Buttons scattered in all directions. Not bothering with the clasp to her bra, he did the same thing to release her br**sts as the lacy material gave to his powerful grip.
Hope’s pu**y flooded with heat as she watched his hungry eyes roam over her exposed br**sts. She reached out and clawed at his t-shirt, tried to push it up and off his body. He lifted his arms, let her pull the shirt off and drop it on the floor before he disposed of her bra and tattered shirt as he pulled them down her arms and let them hit the plush carpet soundlessly.
On his knees now, he let his hands roam over her upper body, cup her br**sts and tease the sensitive peaks with his thumbs. She braced her hands on his shoulders, closed her eyes and whimpered from the feel of his hot mouth as it left wet kisses on her belly, at the touch of his fingers on her ni**les. He sensitized every inch of flesh that he touched, and her body trembled, craving and hungry. “Please,” she begged. Every nerve fired with electricity.
Another coil of heat between her thighs built as he pinched her ni**les again. He moved his hands down her belly and popped the button of her jeans. The zipper lowered, he grasped the jeans and her panties; his powerful biceps flexed as he yanked them down her thighs.
“Step out of them,” Jason ordered gutturally.
Using his shoulders to steady herself, Hope shucked the jeans and panties, and stood before him, completely nude. Her body and mind completely focused on Jason, she wasn’t self-conscious. Obviously, he liked her ample hips and ass.
His body lowered more, his butt almost on the carpet. He blew a hot breath over her pu**y and made Hope shiver with anticipation. “Yes,” she moaned. “Please.” She needed his hot, hungry mouth to devour her.
Running his hands down the outside of her thighs, he brought them back up again on the sensitive flesh on the inside of her legs and brushed against her core. “You’re so beautiful,” he uttered, mesmerized as he ran his fingers through the cropped hair on her pu**y. “This is just as fiery as your hair.” His thumb parted her folds and slid through the slick heat to circle her clit.
Hope panted. His hot breath wafted over her core; his teasing finger on her pulsating bundle of nerves was about to make her go up in flames. “Jason,” she pleaded.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Say my name. Remember who’s going to make you come. Hold on to me.” He suddenly lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and then grasped her ass to pull her core against his face and consumed her as though his life depended on her for sustenance.
Sweet baby Jesus! Hope’s short fingernails dug into his shoulders as Jason dove into her wet heat and used his entire mouth to ravage her. His tongue laved her flesh, lapped from her channel to her clit over and over, branded her as his own as a strangled cry left her lips, the heat of his mouth on her overwhelming. “Oh, God. Jason. Yes.”
Looking down, she felt herself incinerate as she watched his golden head between her thighs, lost in the carnal act of pleasuring her. One hand speared through his beautiful, disheveled hair and she held on, urged him harder, deeper. When his tongue zeroed in on her clit, every flick on the sensitive bud made her body jerk. “Fill me, Jason. Please.” She now needed the act he’d performed in the shower that had sent her into a horrifying flashback. There was no doubt she was going to come; her body already pulsated. “Now,” she pleaded desperately when she sensed his hesitation. “I need you.” She wanted to be completely consumed by him.
He glided two fingers into her, curled them against a g-spot she hadn’t even realized she had, and caressed it over and over again.
Hope imploded. Her channel clenched around his fingers as she threw her head back and let her powerful climax take her; her body shuddered as she screamed his name. “Jason!”
He rose and caught her before she could fall. His fingers still gave her every bit of pleasure he could wring out of her. Her head fell forward and landed on his chest. With erratic and heavy breaths, her heart galloped as she held on to Jason for support.
Moving his hand from between her thighs, he wrapped it around her waist, supported her, as his other hand stroked up and down her back. As she regained her equilibrium, he swept her up into his arms and carried her the short distance to the bed to lay her down on top of the silky comforter. She watched as he hastily tore off his jeans and briefs, leaving him in nothing but his golden skin, breathtakingly nude.
Hope’s breath hitched as he crawled onto the bed, stalking her. “Once wasn’t enough,” he told her in a graveled voice. “There’s nothing better than hearing you scream my name while I’m making you come.”
God, he was magnificent, as feral and wild right now as Hope had wanted him to be. “Then f**k me,” she told him in a tremulous voice. She needed all that was Jason, wanted him exactly as he was now.
He moved between her thighs and covered her lower body, his mouth against one of her br**sts. “Look up. Remember exactly who you’re with right now, baby.”
Hope obeyed; her eyes moved from the top of his blond head to look up at the canopy of the bed. She was startled when she saw her own image about to be ravaged by Jason.
Chapter 9
“Oh my God. What did you do?” Hope was stunned as she stared at the erotic image of herself and Jason naked and entwined on the bed. She knew the mirror hadn’t been there before, and it looked suspiciously like the large mirror on the wall in the bathroom.
Lifting his head, he shot her a wicked, wicked grin. “I don’t want you to ever forget who you’re with again. It seemed like a good way to remember.”
“Is that the bathroom mirror? How?” Hope’s heart thundered as she looked at Jason’s naughty expression. He’d done this for her, and that fact nearly made her come unraveled. All because he didn’t want her to have a flashback or remember bad things. Her heart clenched.