She was trembling so hard now and Jason knew it was only a matter of time before she would climax. He moved his head up, tonguing her folds before he finally reached what he sought – a tiny bud of flesh that was already swollen with need for his kiss.
His lips closed over the bud, and the moment he started to suck she came apart, sobbing out his name as wave after wave of sensual bliss hit her body. Even as she begged him to stop, he kept on sucking her clit, prolonging her orgasm until her knees gave out the moment he released her.
He caught her before she fell and swung her up in his arms.
Her eyes were confused but they were also filled with love, and it shone so brightly in her silvery gaze that it made Jason swallow.
“I love you, Jason.”
He didn’t answer.
“You’ll believe me one day.” Before he could speak, she added another day, “And on that day you’ll also realize you love me, too.”
When her eyes closed, he said rawly, “You have no idea how much I want to love you, Keanne---” His arms tightened around her. “But I can’t.”
He expected her to cry at his harsh words, but instead his brave little Keanne hugged him more tightly, mirroring his action. “I don’t believe that, Jason. You’re my sun, and you can only shine for me.”
Chapter Nine
“Where are we going now?” Keanne asked the question idly as she allowed Jason to dress her. “And what about my panties?”
A wicked gleam flashed in his eyes. “I like the idea of being the only one who knows you’re not wearing panties under your dress.”
“Perv.”
“But you love it, don’t you?”
She shrugged.
He laughed. “You cannot fool me, Keanne. You’ve been staring at my cock the whole time.”
She flushed, muttering something in French under her breath.
When he was done pulling her dress down to its not-so-respectable length, he cupped her cheeks and made her look at him by saying her name softly. When she did, he kissed her.
Tender, passionate, and beautiful.
That was what this kiss was, and she so badly wanted to cry when he lifted his head to smile down at her. How could he still not know that he was beginning to fall for her – Keanne? How could he still believe that he still loved Lilac?
“I want to give you as much time as possible to think things through, ma petite.”
She frowned. “Think about what?”
“About giving your body to me---”
“I love you---”
He shook his head, immovable in his resolve. “Your virginity is precious, Keanne. Although it’s going to kill me to let you go now, I will if that’s what you eventually choose.”
She wanted to thump him. “Don’t you get it?” she demanded. “You’re done sacrificing. There’s no need to suffer for me because all I want is you!”
His face whitened at her words, and her heart broke at that because she knew even now there was a large part of Jason that did not believe he was worth loving.
Knowing he hated being weak in front of anyone – even her – she deliberately kept her voice light as she said, “I want you…and your cock.”
He grinned, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes, which were filled with a quiet sense of gratitude.
“My cock does not have to go into your beautiful little pussy to please you.”
She gasped at his words, more shocked than disgusted by its crudeness. She wasn’t just shocked either, though. She was also turned on by the words, and the smirk that played on Jason’s lips told Keanne that he knew he was turning her on, too.
A thought occurred to her then, making her uneasy. Before she could stop herself, she asked, “Have you ever talked to Lilac this way?”
His face became expressionless. “We must not talk about her.”
“I’m not making you say bad stuff about her, Jason. I just…need to know.”
He said curtly, “No. I have never talked to her like this.”
She whirled around.
It stunned him, that swift arrow of pain piercing his heart when Keanne wasn’t facing him any longer. She had always meant the world to him, but not this way – not like he was feeling less than whole if she was not…
If she was not happy with him.
He had failed so many people in his life already. He did not want to fail Keanne, too, and he would do his fucking best not to hurt her like the others did.
Jason asked quietly, “Does that displease you, ma petite?”
She said in her own quiet honest tone, “I’m not sure. I suppose…it depends on why you talk to me that way and not to her.”
The silence lengthened. She thought he wouldn’t answer her when she heard him say in a low voice, “Because she is like a princess…someone fit to be placed on a pedestal.”