“Keep looking at me. Don’t let go. Don’t leave me now,” Jason growled as he grasped her hair and forced her to keep her eye contact.
“Jason,” she murmured with a shaky sigh. As she leaned down to capture his mouth with hers because she couldn’t help herself, her tongue thrust into his mouth and mimicked the rhythm of his cock that stroked into her.
He sat up suddenly, never breaking the kiss, one strong hand on her ass as his hips moved up harder, faster, and held her firmly to accept him. Still straddled over his lap, she wrapped her arms around his powerful shoulders, helpless to deny her impending climax. The angle of his thrusts stroked over her clit roughly with every pounding entry; she lost herself to everything except Jason.
Hope tore her mouth from his and tilted her head back as her powerful orgasm ripped through her, unable to do anything except scream his name. “Oh, God. Jason.”
“It’s me, sweetheart. Only me,” he reminded her, his voice harsh and aroused against her ear. Her channel clamped down on his cock, and milked him as he pumped through the spasms with a tormented groan. “Fuck, yeah. Come with me, Hope,” he demanded as he grasped her ass with both hands and buried himself to the balls. His own release pulsed as she quivered around him.
Hope’s racing heart hammered against his chest as they stayed entwined. Jason’s hand stroked up over her back and neck as he held her against him and his chest heaved. “Jesus Christ,” he rasped. His body shuddered as he slumped back on the pillow and took her with him.
Stunned, Hope didn’t move, didn’t speak. She stayed sprawled over his massive, sweat-slicked body, trying to catch her breath.
Finally, Jason rumbled, “Are you okay?”
She was free. Honestly, she felt as if she could fly. “Yes. I’m better than okay,” she answered breathlessly. “That was incredible. Is it always like that?” she wondered aloud.
“Never,” Jason answered emphatically. “It can be good, but it’s never that good. We have an incredible chemistry.”
Hope smiled against his damp skin. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked, confused.
“For helping me.” Maybe Jason couldn’t understand what being able to actually be with a man and finding such ecstasy in an act that previously been abhorrent to her meant. “I finally feel…liberated.”
“I’d prefer it if you only explored your sexual independence with me,” Jason grumbled.
She laughed delightedly. “Right now, I think you’re the only man I can explore.”
“Feel free to use me for any research you’d like to do,” Jason replied hastily. “Please.”
Hope finally moved her lethargic body from his and disengaged herself from him to slip next to him with a chuckle. “I’m honored that you’ll make yourself available.”
He turned his head. His eyes speared her with an anxious look. “Are you really okay?”
Her heart stuttered. The look of concern in his expression touched her. She put a palm to his cheek and stroked his whiskered jaw. “I’m fine. I guess I finally found a man I could trust with my body. I never left you, Jason. Not once. I knew exactly who I was with and who was making my body come apart. I’m not sure I could do this with anyone else but you.”
“I don’t want you doing it with anyone else but me,” he replied roughly, possessively. He wrapped a strong arm around her back as he rolled to his side and brought them face to face.
Their heads both rested on the same pillow and their eyes meshed as they gazed at each other. Hope sighed; her loose hand stroked down his strong shoulder and came to rest lazily on his hip. He might feel that way right now, but he’d get his fill of her eventually, and in return, she’d finally be free of every ghost of her past. “You’ll wear out eventually,” she teased.
A low, reverberating sound tore from his throat. “Don’t count on it, sweetheart.”
The sensual threat and the heated look in his eyes made her heart skitter. Jason’s expression was intense, almost feral, as his gaze bored into her. “It might take me a while to get used to it,” she agreed. Her body already quickened to have him inside her again. “And I probably have a lot to learn.”
“A whole lot,” he conceded. “Could take a very long time,” he said in a low, fuck-me-again voice. A wicked sensual grin formed on his lips.
“We have two weeks,” she reminded him.
Jason was silent as his molten gaze swept over her face. “Not long enough.”
“That’s the deal,” she reminded him lightly. Her fingers unconsciously stroked covetously over the hard muscles of his hip and up to his chest.