Her pleasure triggered his, and afterward, they remained entangled like that, her swamped with emotions and the feel of his body covering hers, a part of her wishing they never had to move, because she didn’t want it to end.
“WHAT TIME IS IT?” she asked, slipping out of the bed, wrapping herself in the blanket to hold in his body heat.
He rolled over, and she looked back to see the glow from his watch as he brought it up to his face and blinked at it. “Almost five.” His voice was low and husky.
Sleepy.
Sexy.
God, so sexy. And everything he’d done to her in the deep, dark hours of the night came flying back, making her face heat and her good parts quiver.
She’d actually forgotten how much she liked sex. Hard to believe, and she had a feeling she wouldn’t be so lucky as to forget again anytime soon. “I want to go by my place.”
Even as she said it, dawn was breaking through the black night. One peek out the window told her nothing much had changed in terms of the weather, and she looked back at the bed.
As naked as she, Jason had rolled over again, the sheets snagged beneath him, leaving him sprawled on his back, arms and legs going taut as he stretched.
Just looking at him caused a little catch somewhere deep inside her. Hard and lean and tough, and then there were the tattoos.
And those abs.
And those long legs.
And what he had between them…
No doubt, he was rangy and built and gorgeous. And for one glorious night, he’d been hers. She could wish for more, but that was a waste of time.
She was finally free of the day-to-day grind of caring for someone, fully free to do something important to her for a long time. She owed it to herself to follow through.
Even if a very tiny part of her was no longer sure that was still her dream.
God. She just wanted to shove all that aside right now and climb back in bed. On top of Jason. She wanted to have her merry way with that body.
Again.
All day long.
He propped his head up on his hand and regarded her in the barely there light. “You look so pretty standing there, Lizzy. Pretty and cold. Come here, let me warm you up.”
She knew what she looked like in the morning. Bed-head hair. Pale face, probably lined from where she’d smashed it into her pillow as she tended to do. “I want to go.”
“I know. Come here first.”
He held out a hand to go with the request, and she stared at it. Big and callused, that hand had stroked and touched and revered every inch of her body, and just looking at it made her knees wobble.
Who’d have thought such a big, work-roughened hand could bring such pleasure? “Jase.”
He simply wriggled his fingers and waited patiently.
So damn patiently.
She had no idea what it was about him that had her feet taking her back to the bed until her knees touched the mattress.
Smiling up into her face, he reached out and wrapped his fingers in the blanket.
And tugged.
With a gasp she fell over him, minus the blanket, which he tossed aside. With an appreciative growl for what he’d unwrapped, he tucked her beneath him and rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed. “Better,” he murmured, dipping his head to the spot on her throat that always drove her crazy. “You taste good.”
“We—” She broke off as his hand swept up her thigh, over her belly, her ribs, to cup a breast. “Have to—”
His thumb brushed over her nipple.
She licked her lips and closed her eyes, arching up into him. “Go.”
He bent his head and replaced his thumb with his tongue, making her gasp and arch up again. “Just want one more taste…”
When she was wriggling, panting, he kissed his way down her belly, pressed open her legs and kissed an inner thigh.
“Jase—”
The single word ended on a rough exhalation as he took his “one more taste,” and then, holding her thighs open with his warm palms, took another.
And another.
“Jason.”
“Love the way you say my name,” he said against her, and then he sighed, licked her one more time, and came up on his knees, pulling her to hers.
She was shuddering, quivering, and she stared at him as he rolled off the bed. “You—we—I…”
“I know.” He looked at her, his hair wild, his eyes hot. “We’ll finish later.”
Okay. Except that hadn’t been what she’d been about to say. She’d been trying to say how mindboggling it was that he could make her feel so beautiful, so turned-on, so blown away, without even trying.
She’d been about to say how unnerving it was to find herself realizing how much more than just a crush this was.
But some things, she realized, were better left unsaid.
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