I bite my lip. Hard. “I was just wondering how I taste.”
“Here,” he murmurs, “let me show you.”
He dips down, his slick mouth finding mine, and a small, startled sound escapes me.
“Oh.” I sigh.
“Good, right?”
Shockingly… yes.
“Do you want more, beautiful?”
I nod—probably too fast. His finger moves down my body, and then slides inside me. He brings it to my lips, swiping my arousal across them. I dart my tongue out, and holy fuck, why is that so hot?
“Jason?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think you could… fuck me?”
His breath stutters. “Beautiful, it would be my pleasure.”
He sweeps me into his arms effortlessly and carries me out of the kitchen and up the stairs. It doesn’t even occur to me how he knows where my bedroom is. All I can think of is the vibrationbetween us. Suddenly, I’m on the bed, breathless, boneless, wanting.
“Sit up for me.”
I obey instantly. At this point, he could ask me to swan-dive into lava and I’d probably do it. That low, dangerous, sinful tone hits me in places that should be illegal.
“Undress me,” he says. He takes my hands and places them on his belt.
“All right,” I whisper, “but I need something first.”
“Name it.”
I duck my head. “Can you take your belt off? I want to hear the sound of the leather through the loops.”
His chuckle is warm coffee on a winter morning. “I can certainly do that for you.”
He slides the belt free in one smooth, delicious motion. The sound vibrates through me, straight to where I’m still throbbing.
“Okay,” I murmur, “I’m ready to undress you now.”
“Good,” he growls. “Because I’m ready to be inside you.”
The air leaves my lungs in a whoosh.
“Do you have any idea what your mouth does to me? Your words… I mean, your words. Not that your mouth—never mind.”
Another chuckle. God, it’s like his laugh is directly wired to my clit.
I start unbuttoning his jeans, and of course he’s wearing the kind with a thousand buttons instead of a zipper. Thank you, Jesus! As my hands drift lower, I brush against him and…
Oh.
Well.
This is about to be fun.
