He was on her that fast. One knee on the bed between her legs, his hands in her hair, his body over hers. He kissed her, not pushing her back, exploring. She opened for him almost instantly, returning the kiss. Her hands tunneled into his hair and pulled, shooting electricity throughout his body.
She moaned something into his mouth, pulling him closer and lying back.
He followed, drowning in the softness of his female.
She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and dragged it over his head. Irritation clacked through him when he had to break the kiss. The second the material was out of the way, he dove in again. The woman tasted like vanilla and lavender. So, his memorieswereaccurate. Through the years, he’d almost convinced himself that he’d imagined her taste.
Releasing his hair, she clasped his shoulders and scraped her nails down his bare torso. He nibbled her jawline, a roar filling his head from the blood pounding through his veins. Quick movements had her shirt over her head, followed by her bra, revealing her full breasts.
God, she was perfect.
Her hands stilled, and she paused, looking at him with wide, brown eyes. “Wait a minute, Jasper.”
He levered up on one elbow. “It’s much too late for that, baby.”
Chapter Three
Leah couldn’t think. Her breasts ached for him, and that was nothing compared to her core. Adrenaline roared through her body, and electricity sparked every nerve beneath her skin. Too late? Her body agreed completely. Her brain tried to take over. Control. This came down to control, and she needed to find some.
Her body seemed to be winning since she’d widened her legs and let him settle more comfortably against her. His cock pressed insistently at her sex, heated even through their clothing.
It had been so long.
This kind of craving couldn’t be healthy. The hunger gnawing at her felt like it was devouring her from the inside out. “Jasper, think.”
He kissed her again, his lips firm and determined. “I am thinking. I’m thinking this is exactly where we both belong.” His breath heated her mouth while his body warmed hers. “I’m tired of waiting, aren’t you? Tired of wanting?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her hands on his smooth skin again. But didn’t she have a job to do? She hadn’t finished taking down the trafficking ring yet. There were two more names to cross off, and then she’d be free. “I won’t let you lock me down.”
“We’re not talking about that right now.” He partially leaned on one elbow and flattened his hand on her chest, caressing her torso and barely missing her nipples. His calloused fingertips and hands claimed every inch he touched and ignited flames of raw need everywhere he missed. He played her as if he’d spent centuries learning her body instead of just one night so long ago.
She shifted into his touch, wanting more. “Okay, but just this night. Take the edge off. Then, we continue our jobs.”
“Tell yourself whatever you need to, Leah. But this isn’t just one night.” His low voice hinted at the brogue from long ago. All Scottish, all wild. He tweaked both of her nipples hard enough that she came off the bed. Liquid spilled between her legs, and she gasped.
The one time between them, in that cold and dark forest, had been gentle and quick. Oh, she remembered every touch and sigh perfectly, as if he’d imprinted them on her mind forever. Even injured and in the chilly wilderness, she’d enjoyed three orgasms and cried out his name.
Now, she was healthy.
He tore off her jeans, and his hand flattened over her abdomen. Shyness suddenly overtook her. His wicked grin made her tremble, and then he shifted down her body, his mouth instantly finding her sex.
She’d never done this. Oh, she’d read about it, but this was new. There hadn’t been time their last time.
His tongue was rough to the point of being abrasive, and he knew how to use it. Along with his teeth, lips, and then his fingers. It was too much. Or not enough. She didn’t know.
Her head thrashed on the pillow as he slid two fingers inside her.
“Sorry we have to make this quick,” he said, nipping her clit.
She rocketed into space, whispering his name, riding sharply edged waves down into a spectacular climax. So, her memories of their one night together were accurate—it was that amazing.
He slid up her, shucking his jeans. “That’s my foreplay for now since I only have about twenty minutes left. I promise you, the next time, I’ll make you beg first.” Then his erection pressed into her, hard and ready.
She sucked in a breath and ran her hands down his arms, widening her thighs. Need careened through her.
He slowly penetrated her, allowing her to adjust to his size, a drop of sweat marring his brow. “God, you’re tight.”
It had been decades upon decades. Of course, she was tight. She bit her lip from the pain.
