This man was driving me insane, but in the best way. It took an ungodly amount of inner willpower on my part to continue the game and say back, “No, I guess not.”
“You’re trouble,” he whispered, and we were now so close I could feel his hot breath on my face. “I knew it from the very beginning. You’re the very definition of trouble, and unfortunately for us both, trouble has never scared me.”
I sucked in a hard breath when he said that. I wanted to say something smart, something witty, but his face was so close to mine anything I might’ve said was pushed from my mind. All I could see was him. All I could feel was the hand on my waist and the arm around my shoulders. Everything else, at least for now—all the hurt and pain and uncertainty—faded into nothing.
I was trouble? Nah. He was, for sure. He was the trouble that had come into town while I was blissfully unaware of his presence. Clearly, this man was where Kieran inherited his stalking skills. All those times I felt like I was being watched, this man was near, and it was crazy to me I never noticed him before that night in the club.
He really was good.
The finger I poked against his chest flattened so that my entire hand was against him, and that hand moved upward to his neck, curling around to the back of his head. I was on the man’s lap, we were practically as close as we could be without being inside of each other, and yet it didn’t feel close enough.
Not yet.
I was the one who closed the distance between our lips. I was the one who brought my mouth to his, wondering what the man would taste like, how his kisses would be. Would his thick stubble scratch me? Would his lips be as rough as his hands? Would his kisses be hard and fast and unyielding, or would he be strangely gentle?
It didn’t take too long for him to kiss me back, and when he did the entire room spun. He took charge, and he was anything but gentle about it. He held me against him as his mouth devoured mine, swallowing me up. Everything I was, everything I would be; he greedily took it all, and I gave it to him. I gave him everything.
I moaned into the kiss, and he responded by bringing the hand that was on my waist to my neck, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp but not hard enough to choke. The man knew what he was doing, oh, yes. My heart fluttered in my chest, pounding in a whole different way than it had been when I’d first woken up.
Jason was firm, commanding, rough, everything I thought he would be and more. Frankly, the way he kissed me made me wonder how he’d be and what he’d do while doing things other than kissing. My mind was alight with possibilities.
By the time we tore our mouths apart, we both breathed hard. He leaned his forehead against mine, his eyes half-lidded. The arm that had been around my shoulders had fallen to my back, while the hand on my neck remained there, firmly planted there, his large, rough hand encircling my throat like I belonged to him already.
Maybe it wasn’t just the stalking that ran in the family. Maybe the possession did, too.
“You are more than trouble,” he growled out. “You’re fucking addicting. How am I ever supposed to think straight again,hmm? When you’re going to be in my head, all the goddamned time?”
“That doesn’t sound like too much of a problem. I haven’t thought straight in a long time. Welcome to the club.”
He practically hummed, and I felt the sound reverberate in my core. “The real question is… are you going to go back to bed, or we going to find a way to keep each other up all night?”
“Sounds like a challenge.”
“Maybe it is. Or maybe it’s a warning that if you don’t get off me right now, I won’t let you go until the sun comes up.”
Even now, after that heated kiss, he was giving me the chance to end this, to stop this here and now, while making it plain he didn’t want this to end. But, if I chose to, he’d let me go. There was something incredibly sexy about a man who could stop himself like that. The self-restraint must’ve been strong inside him.
Logic had ceased to be a part of this whole thing a long time ago. Hell, from the first moment I saw him, I knew I had to find out more. There was something about him that drew me in, even at that club. After everything… if there was one thing I’d learned, it was that you could never count on tomorrow being there for you. Tomorrow might never come, so why not live every day like it was your last?
Such a stupidly clichéd staying, but it was true. Sometimes clichés were cliché for a reason.
I shrugged and tried to play it cool, even though everything inside me was going crazy. “I have nowhere else to be.”
The smirk that spread on Jason’s face after that was a slow, delicious smirk that melted me to my core. His mouth closed on mine shortly after, and within seconds he was leaning me back and pinning me down on the couch, his body pressing down hard upon mine.
It became a messier embrace. Sloppy hands that roamed in places they’d never roamed before—or, rather, I was sloppy, while Jason was perfectly confident and measured in every place those hands of his went.
And those hands? They felt even rougher when they slipped beneath my shirt and danced over my stomach. Those damn hands nearly sent me over the edge when they bunched up my shirt and pawed at my chest. When his palms grazed my nipples? It was as good as over for me. Seriously, game over in the best kind of way. My body was sensitive, everything heightened, and with each tweak and pinch, I couldn’t help but moan into him.
We were like that for a while, me squirming beneath him, until he labored to pull his mouth off mine. He moved me so that I was on my side, giving him room to lay on his side behind me. My back was to him, and he curled one arm beneath my head while his other hand fell lower on my body, toying with the string on my pajama shorts.
They were Lola’s shorts, so they left nothing to the imagination, much like most of her clothes.
Though it wasn’t easy, I turned my head as much as I could back toward him, and he responded by meeting my mouth halfway. When his lips collided with mine again, electricity zapped through me, making my toes curl in the best way. The kiss, combined with the way he toyed with my shorts, as if he was wordlessly trying to warn me of what he intended to do, made me forget all life and reason.
Nothing else mattered. It was easy. It was fun. It was full of hunger and need and everything else that made an embrace like this special.
While his mouth ravaged mine, those fingers of his finally slipped beneath my shorts, grazing the sensitive skin there as he slowly moved that hand lower. That hand knew exactly whereit was going, dipping along the curve of my body, finding its destination between my thighs. His fingers surrounded my clit, and I moaned into the kiss when he began to rub me.
