Jase covered her mouth with his, cutting off her words. He turned her fully onto her back and wedged his hips between her thighs. Her hands rested on his hips and ran around the underside of his ass.
His hard cock sought her slick entrance and pressed forward with one hard stroke. Jase stilled and lifted his torso. He inhaled sharply and stared down at their intimately connected bodies. Shit, she felt good. He’d never been this close to a woman. Never this intimately. Everything in him clenched and released, like a heartbeat he could feel through his entire body. He looked at Bree. Her eyes hooded as his hips retreated and surged forward again.
“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His elbows bent as he lowered his body. Bree brought her legs high up on his back as she met his thrusts.
“That feels so good,” she gasped. “I can feel the ridge of the head of your cock.”
Her walls clenched around him and he ground his teeth, trying to hold on to the last shred of his sanity.
“Please be close. You’re so fucking tight. Like a fist clenching around my cock.”
“Play with my clit.” Sharp teeth grazed his neck before her tongue followed the same path.
God, he loved that she wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted. He shifted his weight to allow room for his hand between them. Jase found her sensitive hood and pressed. His thumb circled in a rhythm that matched his thrusts. Seconds later Bree threw her head back and let out a shout. Her hands flew above her head to use the headboard as leverage, pressing harder against him.
He withdrew his hand from between them and wrapped his hands up and around her shoulders, holding her tight as he continued to surge into Bree’s tight core. She clenched around him and he let out a growl. The tingling in his spine right before his sac drew up against his body had him burying his face in the crook of her neck. One of the most intense orgasms he’d ever experienced ripped through him.Fuck. His hips continued to softly thrust as he shuddered his release.
A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, and he ran his tongue along her collarbone. He could feel Bree’s chest heave as she recovered, and he stopped himself from collapsing on top of her. He rolled them to the side as his soft cock slid from her. Their kiss was languid and gentle as they recovered. He explored her lips, taking his time to taste her, no longer fueled by lust.
He brushed his nose against hers and stared at her for several heartbeats. A flush bloomed on her cheeks and she averted her gaze.
He smiled. “Why are you embarrassed?”
“I don’t know. Why are you staring at me like that?”
He brushed her hair away from her face. “You’re beautiful.”
The heat from her face was perceptible under his palm and he laughed when her blush spread to the tops of her ears and down her neck.
“I can’t believe you’re laughing at me.” She pushed against his chest and tucked her face below his chin, her actions contradicting themselves.
He gathered her close and rested his chin on the top of her head. “I’m laughing with you, I promise.”
“Do you see me laughing?”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I think that’s the hardest I’ve come since I lost my virginity,” he whispered in her ear. She tucked her face even closer into his chest and he laughed again. Her embarrassment surprised him. She’d demanded he touch her, give her an orgasm, and now she was hiding. Damn, she was adorable.
He held her a bit tighter. More than the lush body pressed close to him, her trust and acceptance meant…hell, he didn’t have the words. Couldn’t describe what he was feeling.
Grounded. Bree grounded him. As if he had been adrift and she was his port-of-call, a safe zone where he could just be him. Chris and his other military buddies accepted him for who he was, but that was different. They shared history. Knew each other from their time in the Army. Fought the same battles. Carried the same scars. Haunted by the same ghosts, although his were more personal than most.
Bree hadn’t given him platitudes when he told her about Tony. No crap aboutsorry for your loss. She’d just listened. Let him talk. No judgment, just compassion. Would she be able to handle it when he finally worked up the courage to tell her the truth?
Tony’s suicide was his fault.
The alarm jerked him out of his reverie and Bree’s entire body twitched. She must have dozed off while he was lost in his own thoughts. She groaned and told him to hit the snooze button.
“Time to wake up, sleepy head,” he stroked her hair.
“Snooze.”
“What?”
She forced her way over his body, reaching for the alarm clock. Her fingers pushed the snooze button, then she curled back up in his arms.
“I set the alarm so I can hit snooze a few times before I get up,” she mumbled against his chest.
“Why not just set the alarm for when you need to get up?”
