He blindly reached for the foil packet even as he bent his head and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She welcomed him eagerly, sucking and meeting his thrust with one of her own. Her nipples abraded his chest, a delicious friction that only intensified his need for her.
“You crave me, don’t you, angel?” He sheathed himself and smoothed the hair from her perspiration-damp cheek. “Ache for me.”
Her gaze flickered with a hint of sadness he didn’t comprehend before she licked her lips, as if savoring the taste of him. She nodded, saying, “Yes, I do. Please take me.”
So polite. So perfect.
Reminding himself that it had been a long time for her, he positioned himself for entry...nearly undone by her heat. He pressed in slowly. Every muscle in his body was tensed, ready for action as sweat trickled from his temples, but he never increased his speed. Her inner walls clamped around him tightly, trying to suck him in, and oh, hell, he’d never felt anything so damn incredible.
“Jase.” She clawed at his back, probably drawing blood. “Deeper. Please. I need you deeper.”
Hearing this woman beg for his shaft might have been the hottest thing he’d ever heard. Acting on instinct, fueled by a primal need to possess and conquer, to give his woman whatever she desired, he plunged the rest of the way in. Her hips arched, and she cried out, a sound of pleasure and pain.
He thought to stay right where he was, to enjoy the incomparable feel of her, to savor, to give her a chance to acclimate to his invasion, but already the tension building inside him was beginning to be too much, forcing him to move. He pulled out and hovered at the edge of her for a second, two, before plunging back in. She gasped, and there were no vestiges of pain, only pleasure, so he did it again. And again. Faster and faster, until the entire bed rocked with the force of his thrusts.
As he hammered in and out of her, he was pretty sure he lost his mind, but decided he never needed to find it. A pleasure fog had taken its place. He existed for this moment and no other. This woman and no other. She surrounded him—branded him all over again. Consumed him. Owned him.
As she writhed under him, her legs wound tight around his waist, her arms around his neck; her head thrashed from side to side. He stilled her with a kiss. A hard, punishing kiss with teeth, a sharp bite, his body still thrusting, thrusting inside hers.
“Jase. I’m going to...going to...” Her inner walls suddenly clenched on him, tighter and tighter, demanding their due as climax overcame her.
He managed another couple of thrusts before exploding, his own climax pulling a satisfied roar out of him. One that nearly shook the walls. He poured every throb and ache into her, experiencing a moment of perfect peace for the first time in his life.
Utterly spent, he collapsed on top of her. Her arms and legs fell away from him as she struggled to catch her breath. Not wanting to crush her, he rolled to his side.
Usually, this was the moment he jumped out of bed, dressed as if he’d just found out his house was on fire and took off. Tonight he gathered Brook Lynn close, unwilling to let her go. He was simply too tired.
She snuggled up close, resting her head on his chest...where his heart still raced like a freaking freight train.
“That was definitely fun,” she said.
“Yes.” He combed his fingers through her hair. “Ask me to stay the night,” he said, shocking the hell out of himself.
Silence.
He swallowed a curse.
“Stay,” she finally whispered.
*
BROOK LYNN TRIED counting sheep, and when that failed, she tried counting naked men, but one hour ticked into another without favorable results. Sleep continued to elude her.
Why? It had been years since she’d spent the night with a man, and it should have been 1) relaxing 2) comforting or 3) both. But she remained on edge...confused.
Had this truly been a one-time-only event? Or would Jase ask for a repeat?
Just then, she hated the plaque she’d given him.
“Why are you tossing and turning, honey?” he asked. “If anyone should have trouble sleeping, it’s me.”