Her brain was only half a step behind. He had her pants unbuttoned and unzipped before she moved to help him push the denim to the floor.
His hands cupped her ass and Tara wanted nothing more than for him to rip her panties off and make her come.
The thought was sudden and kind of shocking. She wasn’t typically a do-me-hard kind of girl. She actually wasn’t a I-need-it-bad kind of girl either. Sex was okay. She had orgasms some of the time. Even when she didn’t, she liked it okay. But it was rare that she felt as if she needed it.
She did now.
She reached for his fly as well, praying that he had a condom close. She was definitely not a carry-a-condom-around kind of girl.
“Do you—”
But before she could ask, or do more than get his zipper down, he went to his knees.
And she forgot about everything. Condoms, the fact that she’d barely had a chance to really check out the width and length he had going on, or the question about how any of this was really going to work—because she also wasn’t a sex-against-the-wall kind of girl.
He pulled her panties to one side and put his mouth on her.
And Jason whoever-he-was became her favorite person in Hope Falls. Maybe the world.
Tara slumped back against the door as waves of pleasure rolled over her. He seemed happy to lick her as if he was licking buttercream frosting from a spoon, and Tara felt her legs widen of their own accord and her hand somehow tangle in his hair without any conscious command from her brain.
Because her brain wasn’t doing anything but saying oh my God I want his forever.
The licking was…delicious. And not a first. But it definitely felt like a first.
And then he sucked. Right on that hard nub that had suddenly become the center of her existence.
That was all it took to make him her favorite person in the universe.
Because about five seconds of that, combined with the little flick of his tongue, and she was up and over that beautiful edge and diving into an orgasm unlike any she’d had in recent memory.
A low moan that sounded like his name filled the room and she realized it was her again.
She also realized that she was pulling his hair. Hard. And that he seemed not in any hurry to leave where he was.
She tugged his head back and sank to her knees in front of him. “Holy crap.”
“Second in one night. Nice.” He sounded amused. And smug.
She didn’t mind. He deserved to feel smug.
“Let’s go for a third.” Tara went for the front of his pants as if he was hiding chocolate chip cookies in there.
What he had was even better. She got her hand up against the hot length of him and they both moaned.
With a muttered curse, Jason got to his feet, pulling her up with him. In the process, she managed to shove his jeans and underwear to his knees.
“Hang on, hang on.” He was breathing raggedly as he fumbled for his jeans. “Condom.”
“Yes!” Her reaction was possibly overeager, but she immediately went for the pocket on the opposite side of where he was rummaging. She came up empty. “You do have one, right?” she asked. Did she sound panicked?
Maybe just horny.
He chuckled. “I appreciate the enthusiasm. Need my wallet.”
“Wallet?” She frowned and went digging, but he’d already snagged it. “Isn’t front pocket more convenient?”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t counting on you tonight, Cupcake.”
She paused at that and admitted he had a point. And that was probably good. She’d rather not be in here with him if any girl who came along would have been in this same position with him.
The stab of jealousy at that thought made no sense.
Things that made no sense seemed to be her norm lately though.
“But you do have one?” she asked.
He chuckled again and she heard the soft whump of leather hitting the floor. The wallet. Then she heard the crinkle of foil. Yes! But she kept that one to herself as she slipped her panties off. Lest he think she was sex-starved or something.
Though she felt sex-starved. And maybe she was. Did six months without make someone sex-starved?
She felt him shifting and then his hands on her butt again. He lifted her against the door and she assumed the condom stuff was taken care of.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he said softly.
“Me too,” she admitted. It was true. And she was sure later she’d be all kinds of embarrassed.
But that was later.
“But I really want you to do it,” she said, putting her lips to his neck. “And do it hard, okay?”
A shudder went through him that she sincerely hoped was lust.
The next second she was pretty sure that was exactly what it was, because he thrust, hard, filling her up. The groan that accompanied it was heartfelt and that sound alone made her inner muscles tighten around him.