I moaned and tugged at his hair as his hot mouth and tongue made their way over my belly. The anticipation of feeling him inside me again was unbearable. I never wanted anyone, never needed anything so much in my life. My body ached for him.
Coarse, hot fingers slid across my hipbones.
My eyes were locked on his movements. I couldn't stop watching it; the way he worshipped my skin, teased my body.
His blue eyes shot up to mine as he looped his fingers into the middle of my undies and slowly dragged them across my wet flesh. Immediately, my knees bent, buckled, and I was melting, slowly spreading my thighs to him.
Begging to be touched.
Begging to be filled with him.
"Can I taste you?" he whispered, nudging his lips against the front of my underwear. The heat of his mouth made my clit throb wildly, and I gasped, arching forward.
He bit at the material, scraping softly against my skin, and the need to press myself against his mouth was maddening.But he's asking permission. He's asking permission for everything. Every beautiful step he took, he wanted me to be sure.
And still, his fingers brushed over and over my flesh. He sucked at the front of the material, latching onto my clit and tightening his lips over me. The sensation was exquisite, the slow, hot pulls of his lips over the fabric and gentle long strokes of his fingers. My hands clutched onto the counter; dishes and silverware clattered behind me.
He pulled his mouth away and I moaned from the loss of pleasure. Raking his teeth over his bottom lip, he smiled up at me. "The smell of your skin is sinful, Charlie." And then my panties were being tugged down my thighs, past my knees and calves, in agonizingly, slow pulls. Spikes of heat tingled all over my body as I stared down at the man kneeling in front of my naked body. My breathing faltered. My lungs couldn't get in enough air.
His eyes filled with emotion as he dragged them slowly up and down my body, taking me all in. "Damn, Charlie. You're...you're perfect. So beautiful." His hands dug into my thighs and tightened their grip on me. Jase softly kissed the tops of my thighs, and then pressed his mouth between my legs.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," I cried.
His hands gripped me tighter as his tongue explored, licking wildly against me. I swore he trailed it along every inch of me, leaving nothing out of bounds. Tension twisted and built, pressure pounded against my insides and tore down my legs. My knees buckled, and I tumbled to the floor with him.
"You're making my knees weak, Jase."
He crawled over my body, chuckling. "Mmm-hmm. Can't wait to watch you come apart for me." He scooped me into his arms. Suddenly, I was airborne, and he was carrying me through his apartment and into his bedroom.
His lips attacked mine as he walked. My fingers raked through his hair, pulling and yanking. I could taste myself on his mouth and it drove me insane. We fell onto the bed together, his body landing over mine, and I automatically wrapped my legs around him. With his tongue still dipping into my mouth, his hands pawed and pressed at my flesh. Fingertips pressed down and dug their way over my arms, my waist, my legs, until both of his hands were cupping my bottom, grasping at my skin. His mouth continued to slide over mine, his chest panting hard against mine, his heavy weight pushing me into the mattress. His fingers slid along the crease of my bottom, moving it upward in slow lazy circles. "So wet," he mumbled between kisses. "Need you."
Then, his movements stilled. His forehead dropped against mine and his eyes looked into mine. His breaths were heavy; his heart crashing against my chest. "Need you, Charlie."
He was asking if he could.
His blue eyes pleaded, begging for it to be okay. It’d been so long, so very long since someone looked at me like that—so long since someone touched me the way he did. The intensity of it all brought tears to my eyes.
"Yes, God yes, Jase. Please, don't stop," I whispered. "Don't ever stop, Jase. I wantthis. I wantyou."
He backed away slowly, reluctantly pulling himself from my body, and leaned back, sinking his knees into the mattress. Gathering the material at the hem of his shirt, he lifted it above his head and tossed it off to the side.
Oh, my God.
My name was written besides Joey's across his chest, splashed in thick, dark ink across hard, twisted, tight muscles. His body was ripped. Tight. Flexed. Ready to pounce.
My mouth hung open. I heard myself gasp and my cheeks heated.He was stunning. Ten times broader and stronger than the last time I'd seen him shirtless. He was all man. Fire ignited deep inside me, the sweet sensation of its heat mushroomed throughout my body.
Somewhere in the background of the apartment, the song played again. I had it on loop while I was cooking. It intensified the way he looked at me. The sound of the singer's slow, deep voice was sexy and desperate. What was it about the song that made the moment feel so sublime? As if we had our own soundtrack to our story? Or maybe it wasn't the music at all. Maybe it was just the way Jase stared down at me while the music played. It was as if all my senses were heightened, just because those blue eyes were watching me. Every sound, every touch, everything was just more. He looked at me as if I were something precious and I realized at that moment that Jase had always looked at me like that.
Standing up, his fingers tugged slowly at the buttons of his pants. Then in one smooth movement, he slid them down. Jase was gloriously naked in front of me, and I was practically breathless, panting desperately with need and want.
For a brief moment I froze, utterly paralyzed, watching the impossible beauty of the man standing in front of me as he stared back down toward me with a look of the most untouchable emotion I swore I'd never know again. His gaze locked on mine and it burned through me. I was lost, deeply and completely.
Crawling onto the edge of the bed, his hand skimmed over my ankles, slowly up to my knees. My skin awakened and screamed for more.
He lowered and gently ran his tongue up my calf. A low moan escaped my lips, making me clench my fists at the blankets beneath me. He continued the slow assault up my flesh and I got lost in the sensations of his tongue and lips–his fingers and skin.
Then a sharp thrill coiled deep inside me as both of his hands pushed at my inner thighs, spreading me wide open before his eyes. Cool air touched and tingled along my skin with the heat of his breath. I fisted the sheets tighter in my hands; the anticipation of his touch made me want to push myself into his mouth.
