She held up a little square wrapper. “Okay, we have twelve of these. Let’s use them wisely.”
The look on Jason’s face when Emma handed over the condom made her hot from head to toe. How was this even happening?
She’d started the day crying in the shower, and now she was about to have sex with the hottest, bravest, most loyal man she’d ever known. Maybe it was a bad idea, but she needed this. She wanted not only to celebrate being alive, but to celebrate getting to know Jason for the incredible man he’d become.
She had no idea what the future held for them, but right now, they were here together, safe, alone, and naked.
And, holy hell, what a sight. Her eyes had adjusted enough to take in the pure beauty of him, all the hard-won muscles and warm skin. And that sexy smile…Whew.
Hard to believe it was all for her. She’d felt the same way in college when he’d flirted with her during their interview and then asked her out. Not wanting to get her heart crushed, or risk her journalistic integrity, she told him to wait until after the article was published if he really wanted a date. She’d been shocked when he actually tracked her down and asked again.
It had taken her weeks to believe he could wantherwhen he could be with just about anyone. Looking back now, she could see that she’d spent all of their time together waiting for—fully expecting—him to disappoint her. And then he did, at the worst possible moment.
But he’d owned it. He’d apologized. And she could see that the guilt he carried was real. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her any more than she’d wanted to hurt him. They’d been young and insecure, and maybe not equipped to handle what had happened. A lot had changed since then.
And now they had a second chance. Maybe not for a long-term relationship, but to replace their unhappy ending with good memories, to steal a few moments of joy in the chaos and pain of the last day.
Slipping beneath him, she arched up as he bent his head to give her a hungry kiss. She let her hands roam across his strong back and shoulders, down his sides, along the ridges of his abs, over his hard glutes, greedy to touch as much of him as possible.
Abruptly, he rose onto his knees and moved to the foot of the bed. Before she could protest, he began slowly kissing his way up her inner thigh, his hands skimming eagerly over her body, eliciting joy with every touch. He lingered near her right hip, using his tongue to trace a crescent-shaped group of freckles he’d been fascinated with in college. By the time he began feasting between her thighs, she was squirming with desire.
Lusty gasps escaped her as his lips and tongue performed magic. She gripped the sheet above her head with one hand and his muscled forearm with the other, awash in sensation but craving even more from him. “Jason, fuck me.”
He chuckled against her body and slipped two fingers inside her, continuing to lick and suck her clit until she wanted to scream. “Soon.”
She held her breath, and within seconds, pleasure crashed over her like an avalanche, wiping out everything but the feel of Jason’s intimate kisses easing her down, and an energized contentment like nothing she’d ever experienced.
“More?” he asked, his voice deep and rough, before planting a loud kiss on her knee.
She laughed, feeling ticklish and over-sensitized. “Maybe later.” After she recovered. “Get up here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He pushed to his feet and rolled on the condom, looking sexier than any man had a right to.
Not that she was complaining. His smile as he climbed over her made her melt. And then it dropped as he lined himself up to her core and slowly pushed inside, his strong arms holding him above her, his gaze on her face.
She moaned at the beautiful intrusion. His body in action was a sight to behold, but it was his expressions of awe and desire that made her wish she could stay in this room, in his embrace, joined with him forever.
“Em… Jesus.” He curled his hips, muscles rippling and flexing as he thrust into her over and over, groaning when she arched to meet him. “You feel incredible.”
“I do,” she agreed, making him grin. How could she not? His thick length caressed her deep inside, rebuilding the lovely tension in her blood until she could hardly breathe. “So do you.”
Sweat broke out across his back and dotted her own skin as they raced toward climax. Shifting forward, he rolled his body in a way that brushed across her clit. She cried out in delicious shock.
He remembered.
A bolt of heat shot through her, and it only took a few more strokes to rocket her into oblivion. Jason quickly followed, groaning against her neck.
Panting hard, he waited a minute before withdrawing from her body, leaving her already aching for a repeat. He carefully removed the condom, and then rolled them both so she was on top. Momentarily wiped out, she rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat as her skin cooled. He felt familiar and yet foreign, both parts equally compelling.
She didn’t ever want to move.
A chill skated across her skin. She was in serious danger of falling for him again. In spite of everything, it might even be too late. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to stay in the moment, retreat into the bliss of being pressed to his warm body after the most amazing sex she’d had since…maybe ever.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice thick, his fingers skimming slowly down her spine.
Was he some kind of mind reader? “Nothing.”I’ve made a rookie mistake is all.“Why?”
“You tensed up.”
