She loved his nearness, even as it struck a new chord of desire in her. To have this, him, at least once a day. Like breakfast, the most important meal. “Kiss me,” she said.
He fit his legs between hers and placed one of her knees against his hip, his mouth finding...her breast again, laving her nipple with even more wicked attention.
“Not...there... Oh!” The alignment of his hardness to her aching softness allowed her to grind against him, slow, faster, until she was gasping out, desperate, needy, thrashing blindly.
He cupped her hip and forced her into a slower rhythm, even slower, so exquisitely slow. “Like that,” he praised.
“Yes, yes.” Every point of contact took her to a newer height of awareness. Her nails sank into his back, probably drew blood, but he must have liked it because a groan left him.
“What are you doing to me, angel?” He licked and nibbled his way to her neck, sucked, and it felt too good to worry about any lingering marks people would see.
“Jase.” There was his name again, escaping of its own accord. A plea or a demand, she wasn’t sure which. “Kiss me.”
Once again he obeyed, but once again it wasn’t where she’d meant. He drew his lips along the line of her jaw, nipped at her earlobe—the implants! She stiffened.
“No,” she said, gripping his chin to hold him back.
His gaze flashed fire at her. “Let me.”
“No,” she repeated.
He cupped her between the legs, the heel of his hand pressing where she ached the most. “Let me, and I’ll give you more of this.”
“No,” she said on a moan. Her legs parted wider, granting him better access, but he took his hand away. Oh! Dang him. If he wanted to kiss her ears, fine. He could kiss her ears. Just as long as he continued touching her.
She removed her hand from his chin, and he nuzzled all around the implant, not stopping until she relaxed into the mattress, actually...enjoying the attention. Who knew ears could be such an erogenous zone? As she arched into him, silently demanding the return of his hand, just as he’d promised, he switched tracks and licked his way to the cord of her neck, where he bit.
Raw sensation poured through her. He kneaded her breasts until every touch was like a jolt of electricity, and when she was writhing, incoherent, he slid his fingers down the center of her stomach, stopping to play at her navel, teasing her with what could be.
“Jase, please. It’s good. So good, but...but you promised.”
“I’ll keep my promise, angel.” He slid his fingers under her panties, where she was wet and needy.
“Yes!” She arched her back. “Kiss me.”
He returned his attention to her neck. Again, not what she’d meant or needed, but she figured out why he kept doing it. He thought to resign her to the same forgettable fate as the ones who’d come before her.
She framed his face, met his gaze. Those emerald eyes, so bright, simmering with passion. “Kiss me.”
He stared at her lips with a hunger only the most deprived ever experienced while his fingers continued to stroke between her legs—it was almost more than she could bear.
“Brook Lynn.” Never had her name sounded quite so tortured.
She traced her tongue along the seam of her mouth—then his. “I want to taste you while you play with me.”
He groaned, a sound of animal hunger. “I shouldn’t have kissed you before. It’s better if I don’t...”
“To remind your women that the sex means nothing to you. I know.”
His fingers stilled. “In a way, yes, but also—”
“I don’t need the reminder,” she rushed out. Let me pretend...continue to hope. She nipped his chin. “Please. Kiss me, and I’ll make you so glad you did.” As she spoke, she moved her hand between them, down the waist of his pants. Burrowed under his underwear and found his long, hard and extra-large length inside—he hadn’t just been bragging about his size. Hot beads of moisture seeped from the tip.
His shudder rattled the entire bed.
“Don’t kiss me,” she whispered, “and I’ll make you wish you had.” She took her hand away—and he cursed. Too bad for you, Jase. I’m learning from the best.