“Yes, yes, there!” Her scream of rapture echoed through the room, inside his head. “Again. Please.”
He sucked on her and bit gently, then a little harder. As he dragged his fingers up, up her leg, she whimpered, begged some more.
He slid two into her wetness, and her back bowed, allowing him to go deeper...so wonderfully deep. Another scream ripped from her as she shot straight into a climax, her inner walls clenching around his fingers. He stilled, no longer kissing her, no longer mimicking the motions of sex with his tongue, but looking up at her—drinking in the pleasure glowing from her features—and waiting.
When she calmed and met his gaze with dazed eyes, he smiled slowly. “I hope you’re ready for more. I’m just getting started, angel.”
*
BLISS, RAPTURE...CASCADES of ecstasy. With Jase, Brook Lynn finally understood what everyone was talking about when they raved about sex. This big, strong, fierce man had her pressed against a wall, stripped her, spread her legs and pierced her with two of his fingers, moving them inside her...so amazingly deep...while his tongue took her to heights she’d never dreamed possible.
“Jase.” She couldn’t not gasp his name.
He returned his mouth to her core and continued to taste her. It was beyond erotic, watching him as unending waves of pleasure washed over her. He reached up with his free hand, cupping her breast, plucking at her nipple, and suddenly there was no part of her that couldn’t feel some part of him. Everywhere he touched, sensation branched off, traveling through the rest of her.
Consumed, she thought. She’d heard Jessie Kay and Kenna talk about moments with their men when everything else ceased to matter. When a tornado could have dropped from the sky and ravaged everything they owned, but they wouldn’t have cared, as long as their lover continued doing what he was doing.
I’m so there.
Jase inserted a third finger, bringing her to another swift and brutal orgasm. And as she gasped and shuddered, he kissed his way up her stomach, laved her nipples and then straightened. His hair stuck out in spikes; her fingers must have plowed through the strands. His eyes were hooded in that way she loved, his lips moist with the essence of her.
More beautiful every time I see him.
Her gaze raked over the rest of him. The scars, testaments to the violence he’d somehow managed to survive. The tattoos she was only beginning to understand. The muscles...so strong and yet, with a simple touch I can make them tremble. The long, hard length of him stretching past the waist of his pants, a pearly bead at the tip...
Her heartbeat reminded her of quick flashes of lightning, her blood thundering through her veins. Trembling, she reached for him, drew him closer. The heat he emitted twined around her, making every ache he’d caused a thousand times worse—or better.
“I want inside you,” he rasped.
“Inside me,” she agreed. “Please.”
*
BURNING FROM THE inside out, Jase picked up Brook Lynn and gently placed her upon the bed. He kicked off his shoes, removed his jeans and underwear. The ache in his shaft had become unbearable, but the sudden freedom from the constraints of his zipper provided only the barest amount of relief.
He crawled up the bed, and she opened for him.
“I did buy those ex-large condoms you asked for, just never gave them to you,” she said, wrapping her legs around him. “Top drawer in the nightstand.”
Smart girl.
But for the first time in his life, he actually resented latex. He wanted to take her bare, feel all of her and let her feel all of him. It startled him. He’d never gone without a condom, and he wouldn’t start now.
Next time, however, if she were on the pill...
Next time?