He climbed over her, greedily memorizing her gorgeous smile and flushed cheeks. Words of love rushed his throat, eager to escape, but he held them back, still worried he’d scare her away. They needed to be back in the real world, out from under the events of the last few days before he started confessing. “How you doing?” he asked, rubbing his erection against her pelvis. “You ready?”
She laughed and took him in hand. “God, yes.”
He leaned into her firm touch, closing his eyes against the rush of sensation—and emotion. “Enough,” he growled, jerking out of reach and grabbing the condom.
The second he was sheathed, he knelt between her legs and nudged into her silken heat. They groaned in unison and he plunged again, each time driving a little deeper until she took him completely. Trembling with the effort to make it last, he rolled them both so he was on his back, gripping her hips. “Sit up.”
Pressing against his pecs, she rose up like a goddess, running her hands all over him. He caressed her breasts as she took her pleasure and rode him with abandon. “God,” she said. “I…Jason.”
“Mmm.” He couldn’t even form words. Being connected to her like this, physically, emotionally, watching her gorgeous face and mouthwatering body bringing them both to stunning heights…
Frantic to bring her along as his climax approached like a tsunami, he reached down with one hand to stroke her clit. She arched against him, going rigid as she threw her head back and let out a long moan that echoed through his limbs. Her inner muscles rippled around him, and he let himself get swept away on the tide, pumping hard as he dragged her down for a devouring kiss.
He sailed over the edge, awash in pleasure, surrounded in every way by the one thing in his life that mattered: Emma.
Emma lay on Jason’s hard chest, her heart racing, breath coming fast, skin coated in sweat. Holy hell. She never wanted to leave his arms.
She’d been so scared earlier, and part of her still worried that things between them would change once they were back in LA. Once he had more time to think about what had happened. Once their daily lives and obligations invaded the intimate bubble they’d formed here in Lucerne. Once she got permission to share the full details of the Night Herons with him.
If he knew her team was behind the missing money, would he blame her for Byron getting shot?
What if she told him the truth and he bolted? She’d be heartbroken, and people she cared about most would be exposed. But she couldn’t keep lying to him. He deserved better, and she trusted him to keep her secrets even if they ruined any chance at a future with him.
Her stomach churned. If she could tell him now—everything about the Herons, all the messy feelings in her heart—she would. But she couldn’t violate her teammates’ trust. Despite her impatience to come clean, to have nothing standing between her and Jason, she had to wait. She owed the rest of the team her absolute loyalty and the ultimate decision over who knew their secrets.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” he said, echoing her thoughts while skimming a warm hand down her quickly cooling back to palm her ass.
Resisting the urge to arch into his touch and purr like a goddamned cat, she stroked his impressive biceps. “Me too.”
His voice rumbled through her. “It’s just for a few days. I can’t let my family face this alone.”
God,his family. They were understandably devastated. “Absolutely. They’re going to need you.”
“And I needyou.” He kissed the top of her head. “Are you sure you can’t stay?”
Her stomach fluttered. Someday, she’d love to meet his halmuhni, Grandma Jackson, and his parents, the people who’d helped shape him into the amazing man he was today. Assuming they could get over her role in Byron’s downfall. “Next time. I know it’s going to be hard for your parents, especially with our…involvement.” She’d heard him defending her to them on the phone earlier. Like Todd, they only remembered her as the one who’d cheated on him in college. And now she was involved in Byron’s arrest. Not a great start. “Right now, they need your whole focus, and I have work to finish.”
As much as she wanted to stay and support him, she was pretty sure his parents—and Byron—wouldn’t want her around. She’d been partially relieved when Gretchen took the choice out of her hands by asking her to go to Paris.
“The mysterious work,” Jason said, his voice thick and sleepy. “Guess I’m going to have to get used to that.”
She smiled at his reference to the future, ignoring the little stab of guilt at everything he still didn’t know. Remy Blaze. Her intimate photos. The Night Herons. The money.
Soon.Soon, she’d tell him everything.
Lifting her head, she kissed him gently.
Instead of drifting off to sleep, he squeezed her butt cheek and angled his head to deepen the kiss. Within seconds, she felt him hardening beneath her.
“I want you again,” he said. “You make me insatiable.”
A goofy smile took over her face. “Hold that thought.” She scrambled off the bed and found the rest of the condoms in her bag. He made her insatiable too. For his body, his mind, his companionship, his love. She had it so bad.
A few minutes later, after he’d revved her up again with the expert stroke of his fingers, she was flat on her back, Jason making love to her with a slow, sure rhythm that drove her wild.
Afterward, they fell asleep in each other’s arms until an annoying buzz woke them at five a.m.
Jason fumbled for the bedside phone. “Hello?” After listening for a second, he mumbled, “Hang on,” and set down the receiver.
