Billionaire Unmasked(52)

He rose and caught her before she could fall. His fingers still gave her every bit of pleasure he could wring out of her. Her head fell forward and landed on his chest. With erratic and heavy breaths, her heart galloped as she held on to Jason for support.

Moving his hand from between her thighs, he wrapped it around her waist, supported her, as his other hand stroked up and down her back. As she regained her equilibrium, he swept her up into his arms and carried her the short distance to the bed to lay her down on top of the silky comforter. She watched as he hastily tore off his jeans and briefs, leaving him in nothing but his golden skin, breathtakingly nude.

Hope’s breath hitched as he crawled onto the bed, stalking her. “Once wasn’t enough,” he told her in a graveled voice. “There’s nothing better than hearing you scream my name while I’m making you come.”

God, he was magnificent, as feral and wild right now as Hope had wanted him to be. “Then fuck me,” she told him in a tremulous voice. She needed all that was Jason, wanted him exactly as he was now.

He moved between her thighs and covered her lower body, his mouth against one of her breasts. “Look up. Remember exactly who you’re with right now, baby.”

Hope obeyed; her eyes moved from the top of his blond head to look up at the canopy of the bed. She was startled when she saw her own image about to be ravaged by Jason.





“Oh my God. What did you do?” Hope was stunned as she stared at the erotic image of herself and Jason naked and entwined on the bed. She knew the mirror hadn’t been there before, and it looked suspiciously like the large mirror on the wall in the bathroom.

Lifting his head, he shot her a wicked, wicked grin. “I don’t want you to ever forget who you’re with again. It seemed like a good way to remember.”

“Is that the bathroom mirror? How?” Hope’s heart thundered as she looked at Jason’s naughty expression. He’d done this for her, and that fact nearly made her come unraveled. All because he didn’t want her to have a flashback or remember bad things. Her heart clenched.

“It is the bathroom mirror. And it’s very secure. I’m good with tools,” he replied with an evil grin. Sobering slightly, he added, “Now all you have to do is keep your eyes open and look up.”

Hope tried to swallow a lump in her throat, and she failed miserably. Jason had done this while she was out shopping, neglected whatever work he’d had to do, just for her. His objective was to make her always feel secure, and the fact that he’d gone to that much trouble to help her overcome her own fears overwhelmed her emotionally. “Thank you for doing this for me.” Maybe it wasn’t necessary, but the act was done out of concern. She wasn’t afraid anymore, and she knew she wasn’t going to forget who she was with as long as it was Jason.

His clear, blue eyes met hers; green and blue gazes clashed and held for a long, breathless moment as though they were both lost for words until Jason’s deep, sincere voice replied, “I’d do anything for you, sweetheart. I can’t take away what happened, but I’m sure as hell going to try to erase the memories and replace them with something better.”

You already have.

Hope wanted to reply aloud, but all she could do was urge his head to her breast, wanting to sink into him, be surrounded by his essence until she was drowning in him.

She watched as he took one nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue, the already hard tips impossibly stiffening even more as every touch of his hot mouth radiated down to her core. He alternated, teased one breast before he moved to the other. Hope fisted her hands in his hair. “Enough,” she said breathlessly and urged him onto his back by twisting her body. She couldn’t feel, couldn’t watch him pleasuring her for another second without having him inside her. “Do you like to watch?” she asked him silkily as she straddled his thighs.

“Watching you do anything has become an obsession for me,” Jason grumbled.

Hope stretched her legs out, forced him to open his thighs to let her rest between them. “Then see if you like watching this,” she suggested. Her head lowered to leave openmouthed kisses on his chest; she flicked her tongue over his flat nipples as she worked her way down to his sculpted abdomen and traced every muscle with her tongue.

“Fuck,” he rasped as she finally grasped his cock and wrapped her fingers around it.

Hope bit back a grin as she flicked her tongue over the tip, tasted the salty moisture coating the head, and circled her tongue along the rim. Jason released a strangled groan; she knelt down, her ass in the air, and lowered her head again to stroke the entire underside of the shaft from root to tip. “How does it look?” she asked, poised to take him into her mouth. Watching him pleasure her had been unbearably erotic, and she wondered whether he felt the same way. More than anything, she wanted to give him the same ecstasy that he’d given her.