Except, absolutely not. Not with him. Not with anyone. She ran a hand against his chest. Touching was bad. And yet, she touched him and didn’t stop.
He snatched her hand, gently kissed the underside of her wrist, and rubbed small circles on her palm with the pad of his thumb—effectively pressing the pause button on her control. Each circle echoed lower, right between her legs. Had he scooted closer, or had she? She’d been too distracted with his fingers on her hand to notice.
“I’d like to kiss you now.” It was not a request. No, it was a declaration.
“Okay.” She raised her face to his, meeting him in the middle.Wrong answer, her inner voice of reason screamed.
His phone rang.
They both ignored it.
His hand moved from her palm to her jaw, his fingertips rubbing the soft spot underneath her earlobe before diving into her hair. Their mouths met, the warmth spreading from his hand in her hair to her stomach.
He made a noise in the back of his throat. A growl. An invitation to deepen the kiss. She flicked her tongue against his and then she was gone.
The slow burn turned hungry, and his lips pressed harder, his hands tilting her head exactly where he wanted it. He controlled everything—the pressure, the fire. And she let him. The relief of letting go of the control she’d been holding so tightly washed over her. She was simply along for the ride.
Jase closed the distance between them, running his hands over her shoulders and down her sides, leaning forward to rest them on her hips. He inhaled the scent of her and buried his nose in her hair. “What do you say, let’s have some fun together?”
She melted against him. Her fingers crept up under his T-shirt to trace the ridges of his abs. Blood pooled in her core, and he caught her mouth with his.
“I think I’ve forgotten how to have fun,” she said against his lips.
“Then I’ll show you.” His mouth pressed against hers, showing her just what a good teacher he could be.
He pulled away and lifted her chin so she had to look at him. “We’re about to have a hell of a good time.”
“I can be fun,” she said. She used to be hella fun.
“Damn straight you can.” He kneeled before her chair and held her thighs around his hips. His hands found the hem of her shirt and moved up under it to her bra. “Lace is my favorite.”
Hers, too, right then.
He pulled down the cup on the right side, his palm covering her nipple. She moaned. He worked her neck over with his mouth while he toyed with her breast.
She pulled him tighter with her thighs. “Should we go to the bed?”
He glanced to her bedroom door across the room. “Too far,” he replied. “Here’s good.”
“The sofa?” Her voice was breathy.
“Negative,” he replied.
“Jase?”
“Hmm?”
She stopped kissing him. “I don’t think this location is going to work.”
“Then you need to have more faith in me.” He went back to business, and, damn, maybe he did know what he was doing.
She buried her face in his neck.
His phone rang again.
“You should get that.” She tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
“They’ll call back,” he said as his phone chimed with about a dozen messages all in a row.
