Her inhibitions burned to ash. She grabbed hold of him, certain she had reached a point where she couldn’t let him go ever again. His taste invaded her senses, reminding her of all she’d been missing. His chest, so close to hers, felt like a wall of steel, a drum beating beneath it.
He tore at the snap of her shorts, jerked the material down, along with her panties, then tore at the waist of his pants. The moment they were open, he pulled his underwear down just enough, lifted her by the waist and, as she wrapped her legs around him, surged inside her, filling her up. She’d grown wet the second he’d kissed her—the second he’d backed her up against the car, really—and now her body welcomed him with a rush of hot relief.
He fisted the hair at her nape, forcing her head back. The next kiss he fed her was hard, punishing...luscious. Fire ignited in her blood, burning her up, burning so perfectly.
“You feel so good,” he praised. In. Out. He thrust and thrust and thrust, and she felt the car rocking against her backside. Their moans blended with the hoot of an owl, the call of a coyote. She inhaled the sweet scent of strawberries and wildflowers.
“Not letting you go,” he said.
“Never.”
“You’re mine.” He reached between their bodies and pressed against her sharpest desire. Climax came hard and fast, and she erupted, crying out as satisfaction claimed her. He followed her over the edge, spilling inside her as she clenched around his length.
They stayed like that, locked together, shuddering against each other, until the muscles in her legs gave out. Slowly she slid to the ground; but still Jase didn’t pull away from her. He sagged against her, the bulk of their combined weight held up only by the car.
His warm breath fanned over her neck, tickling. She toyed with the ends of his hair.
“Move in with me,” she blurted out. “While Daphne and Hope are here.”
The darkness hid his expression. “You’ll have to forgive me. My brain isn’t functioning at optimal levels right now. I think you drained the smart right out of me. But...did you just ask me to move in with you?”
“Yes.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “If you don’t want to—”
Lights flashed in the distance. With a screech, she pushed him away and scrambled to right her clothing.
He laughed before tucking himself back into his pants. “You are too cute when you’re about to be caught in a compromising position.” In a snap, he sobered. “Get inside your car, honey. Now. Lock the doors.”
Thinking about Stan, maybe? She opened her mouth to protest—no way she’d leave him out here on his own—and he gave her a little nudge. She took a step then another, thinking she’d grab her new pepper spray, only to stop when Edna eased her car beside them.
Jase relaxed and waved Brook Lynn back over.
“You two having car troubles?” Edna asked.
Her daughter sat in the passenger seat, took one look at them and covered her mouth with both hands. “Drive on, Momma. They ain’t having no car troubles.”
“But—” Edna said.
“Drive,” the daughter commanded with another laugh.
Edna gave an uncertain wave and motored on.
Brook Lynn flushed with heat and hid her face in the hollow of Jase’s neck.
He kissed her temple. “Yes,” he said. “I will move in with you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
JASE MARVELED. HE’D just spent his first night with his new live-in girlfriend. And now, as the sun rose and pushed bright rays through the curtains, with her snuggled in his arms, he finally experienced the peace he’d craved his entire life.
She stretched her arms over her head, her back arching as she blinked open her eyes. The sheet had fallen to her waist, revealing pretty pink nipples and breasts with faint marks from his beard stubble.
“Good morning,” she mumbled.
“Morning.” He traced his fingers over her tattoo. “And yes. To answer the question you’re probably asking yourself, I am ready for my breakfast.” First and foremost, he wanted the strawberries etched into her flesh.
“Too bad for you.” She kissed the globe on his pec...grazed his nipple with her teeth. “You’ll have to earn your food.”
“The hard way?”
“Ha!”