“As long as you’re clean and all that,” she continued.
He pulled back, his hands framing her face. “Yeah, I’m clean.”
And then it didn’t matter because he was kissing her again, rolling to his back so she could ride him like the cowgirl she was not.
Knees on both sides of his hips, he filled her, and she took him. Hard. Hard because he pushed her to. Head tossed back, she let him have everything. She pressed down, he pressed up. It was like all weekend he’d treated her like she was made of glass. But now? Maybe he realized she wasn’t so fragile.
She brought herself to the edge, the orgasm tightening, ready to spring. Hands gripping her ass, he moved with her. Gripped her hard.
A groan fell from her as the coil inside cinched.
Midthrust, he sat up, still inside her, and shifted her to her back, him to his knees, never stopping. This was some kind of challenge. She scraped her fingernails over his chest, across his nipples. This time, he groaned, and she released.
Ankles around his shoulders, she arched her back as the orgasm started. He didn’t pause as she clenched around him, the biggest orgasm she’d ever had consuming her as he continued pushing them both forward and over together.
This wasn’t the gentle guy she’d been having sex with all weekend. This was a morning fuck, pure and simple.
And she loved it. Her body responded in a way she’d never thought possible, clenching and pulsing around his erection.
Then he pressed inside her, stilled, and… Jase was a gorgeous man, but when he came? He wasn’t just gorgeous, he was transcendent. She couldn’t pull her gaze from him.
Yeah, being a partner to that was pretty exhilarating.
Both of them breathing hard, he dropped his forehead to hers. She kissed him and trailed her palms up the sides of his chest.
He’d just given her one of the best orgasms of her life.
“Catch up for dinner?” she asked.
“I can’t.” He brushed her hair behind her ear and pushed up off of her. Not even a kiss.
“How about tomorrow?”
He headed for the bathroom. “Tomorrow’s out, too.”
Her heart fell to her stomach.
“Ohh-kay,” she said to the empty room, her voice shaky. It hit her what had just happened. He’d said what he needed to say to have a sex-filled weekend, and now it was time for him to scrap her from his life.
She pushed up and off the bed in an incredibly ungraceful dismount, digging through the sheets for her underwear.
“Tonight, the guys are coming to hang drywall,” he said to her back. “I promised pizza.”
Right. Drywall.
“We’re behind schedule, and Eli’s on my ass to get in his new kitchen,” Jase continued.
He said it, but something was off. He was pulling away. Which made sense. This was Jase. She’d let herself forget this was Jase. He gave her the goodbye fuck and he’d send her on her way. This was the game.
“Okay,” she repeated. “I have to catch up at the shop, anyway. I get it. Maybe the day after tomorrow?”
She didn’t get it. But she’d opened up, she’d spent a weekend in bed with him, and now it was Monday and he’d just said goodbye in the only way he knew how.
“I’m working on the renovation tomorrow, too,” he continued.
Of course he was. Dammit, she knew better than to get involved like this. She. Knew. Better.
“Heather.”
