Page 61 of Dirty Fighter

And so I give in, greedily getting lost in his kiss. His touch. The reverent way he seems to want to explore each and every inch of me.

The way he gives his body over to me to do the same.

And when we can’t wait anymore, when the needy ache inside me is at the brink of too much, we roll together so he’s settled between my legs, braced above me.

His powerful arms are flexed at my sides, shoulders broad above me as he rocks against me in a tease that has us both at the edge… but he won’t go beyond.

“Inside me, Jason,” I whisper, understanding that this man would wait forever if I didn’t say the words.

He groans, dropping his head between his sculpted shoulders for a single beat before notching himself at my opening and slowly pressing in, giving me just enough— God.

Just enough for my breath to catch and my eyes to flare wide.

He’s big.

I knew it. I’ve seen him. Had my hands on him. And briefly, until he made this helplessly guttural sound and stopped me, my mouth.

I knew he was bigger than either of the men I’ve been with before.

But even as ready for him as I am, the stretch of those first inches is a shock.

“Okay?” he asks, drawing back and then ever so slowly, pushing forward only as far as he already has.

I nod as he follows the same retreat and advance pattern again and again, every few passes taking that much more. “So tight. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“Not hurting me… Want you.”

Pressure, delicious and rich, builds as he gives me more, growling my name, telling me how perfect I am, how he’s dying to feel me come around him.

And I’m making nonsensical noises of agreement and awe, my body starting to clench as he works his way deep, deeper.

Until he’s so deep inside me that his groin meets the spread of my sex in a kiss that has me spasming hard.

“Oh God.” I can feel him everywhere, can barely breathe through the intensity of pleasure. Nothing could feel better than this.

But then he rocks into that place straining at the limit of what my body can give him, and the sensation is too good, too much, too— “Jason!”

“You like that, Rowan?” He pulls back, the heavy weight of him dragging against my sensitive flesh, making me shake and tremble. “Tell me, beautiful. Need to hear it.”

“Feel so good.” I grip his massive shoulders, his arms, his sides as he sinks full length again, building on that too-full sensation I’m already addicted to. “Like that.”

My breath is coming in ragged pants, my heart is pounding, my skin is sensitive everywhere.

Another body-wracking spasm rips through me.

Our eyes meet, holding the contact through another measured thrust.

And in that moment, I think maybe this is about more than⁠—

No.

I can’t think like that. I shouldn’t want anything beyond this perfect, beautiful escape. I don’t.

All I want is this.

Jason giving me his body, taking me closer with every soul-shattering thrust.

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