Jason: I’ll be home in an hour.
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. I’m already wet. Chloe peeks over my shoulder and whirls around the kitchen to pack up the leftover food.
“Here, girl. Take this fattening ass food and go get your orgasm.”
“Wait. Aren’t there rules? Like, should I make him wait…”
Chloe waves me off. “Hell, no. You’re not trying to get a boyfriend or a husband. You’re trying to get off. So, go where you know it’s good.”
I leave my friend after a few cheek kisses and promises to call. Excitement hums in my body as I try to imagine what he would do to me next. I don’t know how he knew being rough with me would get me there. Hell, I didn’t know that about myself, but it was hot and exactly what I needed.
I’m home showered and ready within thirty minutes; although, I’m not sure where this is happening. Booty call protocol is a foreign language. Chloe texts to confirm I made it home. I smile at the phone as we text. She knew I needed a distraction.
My doorbell scares the hell out of me. I’m so used to ‘I’m here’ texts from anyone who visits, that I’m not ready for the chime. I feel slightly jittery. We haven’t spoken since last night. This could be awkward. Jason waits for me at my door, his black leather, bomber jacket and plain, white t-shirt underneath make him look like a biker, but I know he doesn’t ride.
His scent waves at me when he pushes past me into my home. I realize he’s never really been inside. He surveys the simple surroundings before focusing all his intensity on me.
“Are you sore?”
“What?” His question throws me off for a moment.
My whole body sighs when he pulls me close. His fingers tilt my chin up, forcing me to gaze into his green eyes.
“You hadn’t had sex for two years, and I was a little rough last night. Are you sore?”
I shake my head ‘no’ but answer anyway. “I was a little sore this morning but I’m fine now.”
There’s a faint smirk on his lips, but his whole demeanor is soft, almost affectionate. Jason’s hands cup my cheeks as he pulls me in for a forehead kiss.
“You can tell me if you think I’m being too rough.”
“Okay, but my body obviously liked it.” I tilt my head back to look into his eyes. “I’m wet thinking about it.”
His thumb caresses my cheek as our eyes remain locked.
“Damn, Bree. Such an unfiltered statement makes my dick hard.”
His words make me hot, but I’m unable to suppress my giggle.
“A lot of stuff makes your dick hard,” I observe.
Something flickers in his eyes, a brief emotion I don’t have time to place before it’s gone.
“Isn’t that why you like me?”
His lips hover over mine. I feel a warmth only he creates when he’s near.
“I like you more for what you can do with it.”
Jason’s lips graze mine in a teasing kiss. Pulling away before I can deepen it; his fingertips toy with my collarbone and pebble my nipples.
Why is his touch so magnetic?
“Twelve,’ he murmurs as he continues to torture me.
“Twelve what?”
“The amount to times I have left to fuck you.”
