Hope moaned, touched every inch of Jason her fingers could find, moved over his back and down to his ass, grasped his tight rear end and urged him to take her harder, faster.
Jason shifted and pummeled in and out of her channel, stimulating her clit.
“Yes. Please,” she begged. Her body shuddered, heat shooting through her belly and down to her core.
“I love you, baby. Come for me,” he demanded. His thrusts went deeper, faster. He leaned forward and captured her mouth; his tongue speared between her lips and mimicked the hard, fast strokes he gave her with his cock.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
The words pounded through her mind as her body came apart, and she held onto Jason as she spun out of control and her core clenched around him. She moaned into his mouth, and felt his responding groan.
She climaxed just like that, her mouth fused to Jason’s. His cock pounded into her as she pulsated around him and made him find his own release.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he let his body rest on top of her, as though he didn’t want to separate them. Hope could feel his heart hammer against her breasts, and they both tried to catch their breath as they lay there stunned and sated.
“Shit. I’m too heavy for you,” Jason said, disgruntled. He rolled to her side and pulled her gently on top of him. “Is your ankle okay?”
Hope couldn’t even feel her ankle. Her body was so sated, her mind so at peace that she’d never feel a tiny pain in her leg. “It’s fine.” She panted and stroked her palm over the rough stubble on his cheek.
She felt overwhelmed, her emotions running high. Tears poured down her face as she choked out, “I love you so much.”
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Jason was immediately sobered. He placed his hands on both sides of her head so he could look at her.
“I’m happy,” she sobbed. “I’m so damn happy. I never knew it could be like this.” She’d only ever known sex as a violent act until Jason. “You’re amazing.”
He swiped at her tears gently and placed her head on his chest. “It should always be like this. I hate what you went through, Hope,” he told her roughly, intensely, his voice full of pain.
Lifting her head, she looked at him tenderly. “Don’t. Don’t think about the past. Think about how happy we are now. I’m glad I survived or I’d never have this. I wouldn’t have you.”
“I wish you had me and you’d never had to go through that,” he answered in a graveled, emotional tone.
Hope knew it was going to take awhile for Jason to not think about the incident every single day, but hopefully he’d eventually think about it less and less. “It’s in the past now. Thanks to you, I’m a different woman than I was a few weeks ago.”
“You’ve always been the same woman, Hope. And you’ve always been mine.” His arms tightened around her, and she felt his big body shudder.
Eventually, Hope was optimistic that Jason would get over what had happened to her. Every day, it got better, the experience leaving her mind almost completely as it was replaced with memories of Jason. As time went by, she’d remind him every day how happy he made her, how much she loved him, and that horrible experience would fade away. It would have to. No one could experience this much joy without it eventually pushing away bad memories.
“You’re right. I’ve always been yours.” Her heart swelled with love as she ran the back of her hand down his cheek and then buried her hand in his coarse, beautiful fuck-me hair.
Truthfully, Jason had had her heart for as long as she could remember, first as her boy hero, and then as a man. She’d never been a big believer in destiny or fate, but it felt to her as if she was meant to belong with Jason since she was a child. She’d just needed to grow up.
“I’m glad I’m all grown up now,” she said with a happy sigh.
“Thank Christ,” Jason echoed. “I was getting tired of waiting.”
“You could have married another woman,” she teased.
“There is no other woman for me,” he growled, but he tangled his fingers in her hair gently.
They didn’t move for a very long time. They lay there just celebrating the joy of being together, and looking forward to their future. They murmured about their love, and healed old wounds that had kept them apart.
When they finally left Rocky Springs the next day, Hope did kiss Tate on the cheek and thanked him for everything he’d done for her. He might be cocksure and arrogant sometimes, but the man had a heart of gold lying beneath his alpha exterior.
“I hope Tate finds a good woman someday,” Hope said wistfully as they made their way to Jason’s private jet to fly back to New York.