"You are so beautiful, Haley," he said softly. He'd said that to other women before, but he'd never meant it more. She was beautiful inside and out.
Even in the dim light he could see her blush and shyly avert her eyes. "Thank you," she mumbled, sounding unsure.
She truly didn't realize how beautiful she was. That made her even more beautiful to him. He skimmed his hands over her flat belly and up until he was palming her breasts. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, loving the way she licked her lips and arched her back into his hold.
Haley began squirming on him letting him know she could feel his body harden. He loved the way she looked, the way she reacted, he loved everything about her. She was the most precious thing in the world to him. So beautiful, so sweet, so giving and too damn good for him, but he was a selfish bastard and wouldn't let her go.
Ever.
He slowly massaged her breasts while playing with her nipples, just enjoying the way she licked her lips, moaned and whimpered. His erection was pressed firmly against her. Her bottom nestled it very nicely and he loved the way it caressed him as she squirmed on him. He could feel her getting wet against his stomach.
"You want to try something different?" he asked in a husky voice.
She licked her lips slowly, nodding as she looked down on him with an expression of pure trust. It humbled him.
"Hold on," he said as he pulled her down to him, kissing her slowly as he rolled them over until he was on top of her. He deepened the kiss as he pulled her knees up and over his shoulders, angling her where he needed her, giving him better access to her hot wet core.
"Jason....," she said nervously.
"Shhh, don't worry. No penetration," he said against her mouth. "I just want you to feel how much I want you." He settled himself more firmly between her legs, making sure his hard shaft was nestled between her warm wet folds.
He deepened the kiss as he pulled back and then slid forward rubbing the underside of his cock against her hot wet core and clit. They moaned into each other's mouths as he continued to grind against her.
Haley's moans echoed off the walls as Jason fought for control. His body screamed for him to arch back and slam into her, but Haley wanted to go slow. He would do anything for her even torture himself with being so close to the prize and not going for it.
She fisted her hands in his hair as she licked and sucked his neck. He groaned loudly as he pressed himself more firmly against her and thrust harder. Haley's grip in his hair tightened seconds before she started screaming his name. It triggered his own violent release.
"Haley......oh, Haley.....I..oh god, Haley!" he yelled while his mind shouted "I love you" over and over until he released her legs and lay bonelessly on top of her.
As he was gasping for air he realized something. He was in deep shit. Haley was his life now. His woman. His heart.
He was so screwed.
Chapter 16
"Oh my god, stop eating that!" Haley said, trying not to laugh and failing miserably.
Jason popped the fudge brownie in his mouth and winked at her. With an exasperated sigh she reached back into the backseat to fix the plastic wrap on the plates of brownies, cookies, and cupcakes.
"If you keep stealing food there won't be any left for your family's cookout," she said, knowing that wasn't a good enough reason to stop him from eating. She was willing to bet there wasn't much that would come between him and food.
He turned his attention from the road to pout. "But I love your cooking."
She rolled her eyes at his lame attempt. "Uh huh."
"Well, at least I'm not touching the potato salad. You really should appreciate the little things in life, my little grasshopper."
Haley scoffed in disbelief. "The only reason you're not scoffing that down is because I have that and the pasta salad in a cooler safely locked away in the trunk."
His brows shot up. "There's macaroni salad? Why was I not informed of this?"
"Probably because I wanted it to at least make it to your parent's house before you devoured it."
He shook his head sighing, "So little trust."
"You ate an entire bowl of cookie dough yesterday when I made the mistake of running out to the market without hiding it first. Seriously, I thought it would be safe."
"You were wrong."
"Your obsession with food is starting to scare me," she said wryly.
"It's not an obsession. I'm a growing boy, damn it."
She raised one brow in disbelief.
"Thank god we're here. I'm starving," he grumbled as he parked in the only empty spot on the street, which just happened to be in front of a large white Victorian house with black trimming where a party was clearing being held, judging by the amount of people walking around the property.