He cupped her breast through the T-shirt she’d donned for bed, she catalogued the muscles of his bare back with her hand, stroking down to squeeze his taut buttocks.
His penis grew hard and heavy against her thigh and she rubbed her core against him, suddenly savage with the desire to have him inside her.
“Em…” He rolled over her, pressing her flat on her back, and slid his thigh between her legs. “Slow down, baby.”
He was right. This might be their last time together, and she wanted to savor it, savor him. But she was also suddenly frantic with need, desperate to be joined as one.
When she gripped his erection through his boxers, he stroked against her palm, his eyes dropping closed on a pained grunt. “Jesus,” he breathed, moving his hips back, out of reach. “I’ll never last if you keep that up.”
“You don’t have to.” She arched up and kissed his lips, her hands stroking over his sculpted chest.
He chuckled and gave her a drugging kiss. “I want to.” Sitting back on his knees, he let his gaze caress her in the shadows. “Can I take this off?” he asked, tugging at the hem of her shirt.
Before she finished nodding, he’d whipped it off, leaving her torso bare, arms on the pillow next to her head.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked, bending over to take her nipple into his warm mouth, licking, sucking, even gently biting. “In every way.”
God, his mouth was heaven, every touch stoking the fires of pleasure higher. His free hand slid down her body, caressing, teasing, until—finally,finally—he stroked between her legs, testing her readiness, spreading her wetness over her clit. He started off soft and light, gradually increasing his speed and pressure, unerringly driving her wilder by the second.
She tensed her legs and held her breath, and right when his touch approached too firm, too much, he eased off just enough—
Her orgasm crashed through her, a sparkling onslaught that left her reeling and breathless, already being swept up again as he alternated attention between her breasts before kissing his way down between her legs.
“Jason,” she warned, too sensitive to take more.
He nipped at her inner thigh. “I know.” And he did. Somehow he remembered that she needed time to recover, and he kissed her everywhere but where she already wanted him again, his mouth and hands maintaining the joyful buzz.
As if he could sense her need, he spread her with his fingers and looked up at her. “Ready?” he asked, his raspy voice both smug and tender.
Without waiting for an answer, he licked her deeply, alternating between lapping at her core and toying with her clit, until she twisted on the sheets, gasping in blessed torment, her fingers digging into his granite-like shoulders.
She shattered like glass, bliss shimmering through her body in waves.
Jason rose above her with a feral gleam in his eyes, slid a small packet from beneath his pillow, and shucked his boxers. Entranced and languid, she watched as he rolled on the condom, his gorgeous body silhouetted against the faint light leaking in from outside. Her heart swelled and her body grew tight with desire. How had she gotten so lucky to find him again?
“Come here,” he said, lifting her until she sat on his thighs, and then turning so his legs hung over the edge of the mattress.
The position was closer, more intimate than lying down, and the way he looked at her… She swallowed hard, hope igniting deep in her belly.
She ran her hands over the muscles of his arms, his chest, his ridiculous abs. She squeezed his cock, eliciting a moan, and then rose onto her knees to sink down onto his erection.
They groaned in unison.
“Goddamn, Emma.” He kissed her hard, leaving her own taste on her lips, and held her gaze as he gripped her hips and began to move. “This is so good. So…incredible.”
More than that. She felt…something she couldn’t even begin to describe. “It is,” she said, breaking eye contact to gently bite and lick that long, hard muscle stretching between his neck and shoulder.
He shivered and smoothed his hands from her hips to her knees.
Rather than the frantic pace she’d expected, he started slow and steady, lighting up sensitive places deep within that she’d forgotten existed, rekindling the exquisite tension that stalled her lungs. Never had she felt such an intense connection. No one had ever understood her body and her mind like Jason.
As the energy between them built, he gradually changed things up until he was driving into her hard and fast, joy pulsing through her, overwhelming and exhilarating.
She pressed her lips to his, exploring his hot mouth with her tongue, shamelessly rubbing her breasts against his chest.
He groaned and held her hips in place with strong hands.
Humming her pleasure, she murmured, “I love—” She froze, shocked at the words that had almost escaped. Thank God she’d caught herself in time. It was way too soon to say them out loud, and what a cliché to blurt out loving feelings during sex.
