Once it was done, his hands returned to my body, one on my waist and the other on the nape of my neck. Our kiss was raw and wild, and the power of it had me clawing at my own shirt.
Our lips parted only for a moment while I yanked the fabric over my head and flung my shirt away. The plain white bra I wore was next, and as soon as I had it unclasped, his hands were beneath the cups, filling his palms with the weight of my breasts.
The ache between my legs was rivaled only by the need building inside me. It felt urgent. Crucial. Like I might die if I didn’t have him.
I struggled out of the straps, arching my back into his touch as my bra fell away. He dipped his head to take one of my nipples in his mouth and drew it in, his thumb brushing over the other.
Blood rushed hotly beneath my skin, heating me all over. His touch tightened the desire inside me to a hard, thick knot that begged for release. I clenched my fist in his hair, too impatient for much foreplay.
But beneath me, there was a shift and he froze.
I lifted my head in alarm. “What’s?—?”
Jason had one arm across my back and the other draped around my hips, and his muscles abruptly corded. He took a preparing breath and then rose from the bed, carrying me with him.
With all my years of dance, I’d performed many different lifts and was comfortable with a partner supporting me. But this? It was shocking and exciting, and far more intimate. I folded my legs around his waist and crossed my arms behind his neck to hold on, making it as easy as possible for him as he strode across the room.
I didn’t understand until he took a hand off me and used it to slam the open bedroom door shut.
Oh.He was probably thinking his brother had seen enough of my body today.
He turned us, and the wall beside the door was hard and cold against my back, but that was good. I was on fire.
His grip gradually softened, allowing me to slide down the wall until my feet were on the floor, but I was still safely trapped in his arms. He might have had plans of fooling around like this, but that wasn’t going to happen.
“Take off your pants,” I ordered.
My command thrilled him, but he cocked his head and gave me a serious look. “You don’t want to do that?”
It was the same look he’d given me in the mirror at the safe house, and as a result, I couldn’t breathe. He was right, though. Ididwant to do it.
I dragged my fingertips across his shoulders, tracing a deliberate line down the hard plane of his chest until I reached the button of his jeans. My fingers were hurried as I undid it, then the zipper, and pushed both his jeans and his boxers down over his hips.
This is taking too long, my brain whined. So I placed my hands on the heated skin of his chest and shoved him backward to make space. The pants at his knees made him stumble, but he understood the assignment. I’d given him an order, after all.
As soon as he finished taking off his pants, I did the same.
The sight of him naked, all muscle and flesh, watching me undress, was too much to handle. The desire was too great. Once I was free from my clothes, his hands were on my body, roaming everywhere. Each touch set my nerve endings on fire.
I was only vaguely aware when he laid me back onto the mattress, his mouth hot on my neck and then working lower.
“No,” I said, writhing beneath him.
“No?”
“Now. I need you now.” My words fell on him like the crack of a whip.
His rough hands were gone from my body. They went to the bedside table, yanking open the drawer so hard it sounded like he’d pulled it off its track. I could tell he was hurrying with the condom, yet it felt like a lifetime. Every cell in my body was aching for him. Hands went under my legs and jerked me to the edge of the bed, my body before him as he stood over me.
“Please, Jason.” Everything was so out of control, and then suddenly he was there, moving inside me. Filling me completely.
His face was devastatingly handsome, his eyes full of concern and longing. “Is this what you needed?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
The word annihilated any control I had over my body or my emotions, and I gave up fighting them. My hands clawed for him, bringing him close so his ragged breath was loud in my ear, and the rough edge of his unshaven face scraped my neck.
It spilled from my lips. “Oh, God,yes.”
