Be With Me(27)

My gaze swung back to him when he lowered his hand. His jaw was tight, and he was still breathing heavily. My heart skipped and then took a magnificent tumble. Oh my God. I shouldn't have done it. There was a thousand-­no, a million-­reasons as to why I shouldn't have done that. So many I could write an epic guide on how to do the wrong thing. Maybe you shouldn't give guys who had kids road head? How was I to know?



       
         
       
        

I immediately started working up excuses. I'd been drinking. And I was buzzing. I hadn't eaten much today. Maybe I had diabetes and was prone to random acts of head. Oh yeah, that sounded believable. Must write that one down for later.

Without saying a word, Jase glanced over to me-­no, to the side of the road. He cut over, slamming to a stop on the shoulder. I threw my arm out, catching myself before I face-­planted on the dashboard.

Car idling, he was eerily silent as he opened the driver's door and got out. He got out of the car! The overhead light came on.

"Holy shit," I murmured as I watched him step in front of the headlights, his striking profile cast in harsh, yellow lights.

Was he going to remove me from the car? Make me walk back from the middle of nowhere? That seemed like an excessive response. Right? After all, I think I gave him a pretty damn good orgasm. He should be thanking me-­

Jase wretched open my door, and my gaze immediately dropped. The top of his jeans were still unbuttoned and clutch my pearls, that was hot.

I took a deep breath. "Jase-­"

He clasped the sides of my cheeks and his mouth was on mine. The kiss was like the one before I came up with the brilliant idea of a blow job. Demanding. Hungry. The kiss brokered no room for anything but tasting and sensation. His tongue parted my lips, capturing the gasp. His head slanted, deepening the kiss as his hands slid under my skirt, wrapping around my hips. Lifting his mouth, he kept his eyes riveted on mine as he turned me in the seat toward where he stood.

I squeaked as he tugged me forward to the edge of the seat. Reaching back, I slammed my hands down on the driver's seat, elbows bent. A fierce, raw tautness etched into his face as he lifted my butt off the seat and hooked his fingers into the band of my leggings.

There was a flash of understanding, and then he tugged them down, all the way to my ankles. Stunned, I flushed hot as my chest rose. Okay. He wasn't mad. He was most definitely not-­

Jase lifted the edges of my shirt, and then kicked his head back. His throat worked. "Holy fuck, no panties?"

No panties? What? Holy shit. I'd forgotten. My body burned twice as hot. "I . . . I don't like to wear them with tights."

He snapped forward, curving one hand around my neck. "Perfect." He kissed me again, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. "That is fucking perfect."

And then his mouth was off mine and he was staring at me, his large hands dark against the skin of my thighs. Out of habit, I kept myself practically bare down there from years of dancing in tights, leotards, and skimpy dresses. There was no way to hide. Absolutely no way as he parted my legs. 

A deep, sexy sound rumbled up from him. "You're beautiful, Tess. More beautiful than I could even imagine."

My mouth dried as my body sizzled from the inside.

"Open up for me," he murmured.

I fought the urge to close my legs. Anyone could drive by. I had no idea where we were, how close to the frat house or any house. Hell, the police could drive by, but I opened for him.

"More."

Heart pounding, I spread my legs, stretching my leggings around my ankles. His hands drifted over my skin, resting against my hips. All of this was insanely surreal. It was like a dream with tingling skin and heightened senses. My heart was beating so fast I thought I'd surely have a heart attack.

Jase's quicksilver gaze held mine as he lowered his head. He went right for it, as bold and determined as I had been with him, but this . . . this was different. Intimate in an entirely unique way. I jerked when his warm breath neared and cried out when he kissed me between my legs-­a sweet, heart-­stopping kiss.

And then he devoured me.

His mouth was on me-­hot, wet, and shattering. The strokes of his tongue were determined, teasing and shallow, and then relentless and deep. My head fell back as my thoughts spun. Panting heavily, my hips moved as raw sensations pounded me into the seat. My body was a tempest. I was out of control. My hands slipped over the vinyl and my head hit the driver's seat. I arched my back as he delved deep.

"Jase," I moaned, my body coiling tight. Every part of me tensed. From the muscles in my fingers, all the way down to my toes. It was like being onstage, when the music started, and I glided into my first move-­that moment when my body was locked up tight, ready to bloom and follow the call of the music.

"Keep saying my name." His fingers bit into my skin, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from me. "And I'll never stop. I swear to you."

I'd die if he kept up. I was dying now. I cried out, completely lost as my body spiraled and liquefied. I couldn't breathe as release whipped through me, throbbing and pulsing. My legs trembled, my hands opened and closed, grasping air. There were these strange soft sounds echoing in the Jeep, and it took me a few seconds to realize they were coming from me.

Vaguely aware of him moving over me, I felt his lips on mine, tasting myself on his lips. I was in a daze as his hand smoothed over the skin of my thighs, and he whispered my name. Those calloused fingers drifted down my legs. He pulled my tights up, fixed my shirt, and helped me sit up, putting my feet back in the Jeep. I'd lost a shoe in the process. He found it, slipping it on my foot.

I leaned my head back against the seat, dragging in breaths as he buckled me in. A shiver danced over me as he ran a hand up my arm, to my cheek. He turned my chin toward him. I blinked my eyes open.

"If you say we shouldn't have done that or if you apologize . . ." I yawned. Sexy. "I will punch you in the balls."

One side of Jase's glistening lips hitched up. "I wasn't going to say either of those things."

"Oh?"

"No." His thumb smoothed over my lower lip. "I was just going to tell you that was the best . . . the best goddamn drive down these roads I've ever had."



       
         
       
        





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Thirteen


Jase stopped at McDonald's on the way back to my dorm, ordering us a sweet tea that we shared. I think we'd worked up quite a thirst. I felt like I had no bones or muscle and I was floating in my seat, tethered down by the seat belt. The euphoria seeped through me. It was like finishing a dance number at a competition and walking off that stage knowing I was going to take first place.

Actually, this was better. More tangible. If I closed my eyes, I could still feel his hands on my legs and his warm breath dancing over my most private place.

Tomorrow I'd probably bury my face under a rock, but right now, I didn't care. I didn't want to think about anything. I just wanted to ride this wave, because I hadn't felt this good in months.

Jase pulled into a parking spot near the entrance to the dorm. I forced my limbs to work as he hopped out and came around to the passenger side. He opened the door as I unbuckled my seat belt. My fingers felt detached.

When I slid out of the Jeep, I looked up into his eyes. A big smile stretched my lips as he reached between us, taking my hand in his. He closed the door and as I stepped forward, I stumbled way to the right.

He chuckled, tightening his hold on my hand. "Easy there. You keep it up and I'll think I really swept you off your feet."

I giggled, thinking that he'd most definitely been doing some sweeping. He led me to the sidewalk and my feet got tangled up a bit. I tripped and then laughed again.

Jase stopped, looking down at me. In the overhead lamps, and the way the shadows played across his face, I thought he looked like someone who stepped straight out of a dream. "Did you drink at the party?"

"Maybe?"

The relaxed half smile faded. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"Ah, three? Four? I don't know." I paused. "I don't really drink. With dancing, you know? Can't dance when I'm drunk. Well, I could, but it wouldn't be that good."

"Shit." He hung his head and took a stuttered breath. "You're drunk?"

"God. You do sound like a dad," I yakked.

He shot me a blank look.

"All right, I wouldn't say I was drunk." I yawned as I turned toward the dorm and then glanced over my shoulder at him. He still held on to my hand, but our arms stretched out. "I wish I could teleport myself into my dorm." 

His brows rose. "Yeah, you're a bit drunk."

Was I? I couldn't tell. The buzzy, happy feeling could be from the beer or the orgasm. "I'm going to go with orgasm."

"What?" He laughed deeply.

Tugging on his arm, I smiled when he started walking. "I feel good-­better than I've felt in months. And I'm going to say that it was the orgasm and not the beer that is making me feel this way."