“We have two weeks,” she answered, but her voice was low and smoky with desire.
“Not long enough,” Jason told her roughly as he lowered her feet to the floor.
Not nearly long enough.
Hope watched and nearly drooled as Jason stripped the shirt from his body and lifted it over his head. All the muscles in his torso flexed from the action, before he dropped the garment to the floor.
Nimble fingers went to the button fly of his jeans and pulled them loose one by one. His wild, tumultuous eyes never left her face.
Hope gulped as he stripped off his jeans and briefs. They lay on the floor, and he stood before her, beautifully naked. He crawled onto the bed, pushed the sheets and comforter to the bottom. His hands crossed behind his head, and he continued his smoldering look. “You have me. Now what are you going to do with me?”
Oh. My. God.
Sweet baby Jesus, Hope had never seen anything like Jason, all golden skin and crazy fuck-me hair lying on the bed as he waited for her.
I’ve been intimate with him before. I don’t need to be nervous.
They had been together, locked lips and other parts of their bodies before, but she still nibbled on her bottom lip nervously. His strong, powerful body and spirit beckoned her, and her core clenched and flooded with liquid heat just from looking at him. His cock was erect, ready, and obviously very anxious. “I was counting on you to tell me how to do it,” she admitted.
He shook his head slowly. “You strip. You make your own choices. You’re in control, Hope.”
It was a challenge, and it was a sacrifice for him. Hope saw his actions for exactly what they were, and it made her eyes moist with unshed tears. Jason was a man of action, a raw, alpha male who gave her control because he wanted her to feel as if she was the aggressor. This was against his very nature, yet he did it for her.
All right, then. I can do this.
She lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it into the growing pile of clothing on the floor. The front clasp on her bra came apart easily, and she let it drop, not even looking to see it land on the ground. She was too busy watching Jason’s face.
“Christ. You’re beautiful.” His voice sounded as if it had been scraped with sandpaper.
As Jason’s eyes unabashedly admired her breasts, Hope felt beautiful, even though she knew she really wasn’t. Her looks were average at best, her curvy figure usually not what men drooled over. Still, her body came alive; her nipples hardened as Jason stared at them as if he wanted to devour them.
“You’re all mine for now.” She slipped her shorts and panties down her legs, wanting to be with Jason more than she’d ever wanted anything in her entire life.
“Take me then,” he replied seductively. “And I’ve always been yours.”
He’s the one.
When she’d been in therapy, her counselor had told her that one day she’d find a man who she would trust with her body. Jason was that man, the only male who had ever made her body go up in flames.
“Do with me what you will,” Jason agreed, his voice heavy with passion, his hooded eyes moving to her face.
Hope crawled across the bed naked, not feeling as confident as she’d like. Jason was all man, possibly more male than she could handle. “I don’t have much experience with seduction,” she admitted as she knelt by his hips.
“Baby, you don’t need experience. When it comes to you, I’m a sure thing,” he answered. His tone was pained, but his lips twitched with amusement.
Hope smiled weakly back at him, getting lost in his incredible eyes. “I want to touch you.”
“Do it,” he told her demandingly. “It might kill me, but I’ll go out happy.”
She straddled him carefully. Her heated core rested at the top of his thighs. With her palms on his shoulders, she stroked her hands all the way down his chest and let herself explore his heated skin. Each defined muscle of his abdomen was traced as she took her time to make her way down to his rock-hard cock. His erection jut up against his stomach. Taking him in hand, she licked her suddenly dry lips as she wrapped her fingers around him and used her index finger to explore the sensitive head. “You’re so big,” she told him in an awed voice.
Jason let out a strangled groan and gripped the wooden headboard above him with both hands. “You’re killing me here, Hope. Kiss me,” he insisted in a low, domineering voice.
The demand mingled with a plea in his voice had Hope immediately lowering her upper body over his. She shivered from the feel of his heated flesh meeting hers. Her sensitized nipples abraded against his chest as she thrust her fingers into his hair, every touch heightening her desire.