Avery smiled, her expression lighting up like the sunrise. With a last triumphant tug, Jase managed to free the foil packet from the wallet and he tore into it like his survival depended on it. He rolled the condom over his erection and cupped Avery’s face in his hands before kissing her with renewed vigor. She threaded her fingers through his hair, the scrape of her nails causing pleasant chills to cascade over his shoulders and down his back. He took her tiny waist in his hands and she rose up on her knees, settling herself over the engorged head. Jase’s fingers once again brushed the dampened silk of her underwear and he groaned into her mouth before jerking the fabric aside.
He wanted to pound into her, bury himself to the root. But Jase waited, giving Avery control of the situation. His body shook with both restraint and passion, his mouth greedy for hers in an insatiable way that he couldn’t explain. When her slick heat brushed his cock, Jase sucked in a breath.
“Avery.” Her name on his lips was like a fifty year old scotch, heady and intoxicating.
“I know, Jase,” she murmured against his mouth. “I feel the same way.”
Chapter Five
Was she really going to go through with this?
She’d never been so forward with a man, so completely wanton. It went against her nature, but Jase was just too commanding. His touch, addictive. He was a force of nature that Avery was helpless to fight.
Jase’s thighs twitched against hers, the muscles unyielding stone. His fingers dug into the flesh at her hips, gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing as though it took all of the self-control he could muster not to impale her body on his cock. Avery’s abdomen tightened at the thought, another rush of wet warmth spreading between her thighs. She didn’t know how he did it, but being with Jase made her feel brave.
Slowly, she rocked over the head of his erection, the shock of heat from the contact causing every nerve in her body to ignite. Jase reached up and peeled his T-shirt from his body, offering up another distraction as Avery took in the sculpted form of his pecs, the narrow ridges of his abdomen and the tight taper of his waist. Hesitation warred with need, common sense and self-preservation scratching at the back of her brain. How could she keep this encounter emotionless when every look, every gentle touch made her feel so much? The desire to put her palms on those hardened hills and planes nearly distracted her from the moment. Would acquainting herself with his body—all of it—be a mistake?
Oh, who the hell cared!
Avery braced her palms on his shoulders, her attention focused on the way he felt beneath her hands, the contraction and release of each individual muscle, the smoothness of his skin. She rocked against him once again, this time lowering herself on top of him. A tortured moan vibrated in Jase’s chest as his head leaned back on the headrest. “Just like that, sugar. Oh, shit that feels so good.”
His words urged her on, the strained timbre of his voice vibrating every tendon in Avery’s body. She took him deeper and stilled, giving herself a moment to adjust to his size. She was so wet, so ready for him, that her own impatience won over and she took him fully inside of her as she settled down onto his lap.
He cupped her breasts as she rode him, his palms so large that they engulfed her. With gentle precision he massaged her sensitive flesh, kneading and working his way to her nipples, which he rolled between his fingers, sending a pulse of sensation straight though Avery’s core and into her throbbing clit.
“Harder, sugar. Don’t stop.”
When he called her sugar in that slow, honeyed voice, it nearly drove her over the edge. She’d give him anything he asked for, as long as he kept talking to her like that. Her fingertips dug into the flesh at his shoulders as she held onto him like a lifeline. He thrust up to meet her, the sounds of their bodies meeting and parting only adding to her pleasure. The windows fogged in the truck’s cab as their labored breath heated the air. Sweat trickled down Avery’s throat and between her breasts. Down the back of her neck and along the ridge of her spine. She’d never experienced sex in such a visceral, all-consuming way. She was lost to Jase Blackwell. She no longer knew where her own body ended and his began.
Her head lolled back on her shoulders and Avery braced her arms behind her on Jase’s knees. He leaned forward, capturing one aching nipple in his mouth and laved her in time with each thrust. A languid pass of his tongue, followed by the sensual sting of his teeth as he nibbled at the hardened peak.
Avery was mindless. Past the point of reason and spurred only by desire. Her throat was raw from her ragged cries, and she couldn’t even be bothered to care about anyone seeing or hearing them. In this moment there was only Jase. She couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t take him deep enough inside of her. Avery rode him with abandon and he gripped her hips firmly in his palms, guiding her actions as he suckled unmercifully at her breasts.
“I’m going to come. Oh, god, Jase, I’m going to come.”
The words were a mantra, building in intensity with each deep thrust.
Avery closed her eyes, shut out everything but the sensation of pleasure building to a fever pitch, the sound of Jase’s body meeting hers and his labored breath. The wet heat of his mouth on her skin and the way his hands moved her hips in a sensual dance on his erection. Her world spiraled, careening into darkness, shrinking until her skin, her very veins were tight and constricted. The wave crested within her and rolled, breaking her apart into thousands of tiny pieces.
The orgasm took her like a riptide. “Jase!” His name burst from her lips in a strangled gasp and he held her tight, refusing to slow his pace.
“That’s so good, sugar. Come for me. Ah, god, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He let out a low moan and Avery looked up to find his expression strained, forehead pinched, and jaw clenched. His hips bucked in a wild thrust and then another before a primal shout ripped from his throat, his body going rigid as the orgasm took him.
“Oh, Christ!” His thighs were like oaks beneath her. He buried his face between her breasts and his thrusts became shallower. “That’s good,” he murmured. “So fucking good.”
He wrapped his arms around her, and leaned back in the seat, pulling her against his body. Avery’s arms were limp, nearly numb from being braced behind her for so long, and her legs were deliciously fatigued and warm. Chills chased across her flesh as Jase caressed up and down her spine in a slow and easy rhythm. His breath was labored and hot against her throat and his lips soft where he planted lazy kisses right beneath her ear. Avery couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. And right now, she was completely content to stay here, with Jase still inside of her, held tight in his embrace.
“I’m moving into this truck,” Jase said absently, his fingers still traveling the highway of Avery’s spine. “I’m just going to throw a sleeping bag in here and set up camp. And no one else is ever allowed to sit on this seat again.”
Avery answered with soft, sluggish laughter. “I hate to point this out, but there’s no shower in here. After a few days, no one will want to ride in this truck.”
Jase chuckled. “Good. Because I don’t want anyone other than you in this seat ever again.”
Avery’s pulse picked up its frantic pace and it had nothing to do with their previous exertion. Ever again? Like, ever? Jase’s words struck a chord. One that plucked at the thin strings of panic that connected Avery’s brain to her emotions. She’d coached herself to remain detached. Treat this encounter like the one-night stand she was sure it would be. Hell, she’d half expected him to boot her out the door the second he’d come. Wasn’t that the pro-athlete M.O.? Hit it and quit it?
Quiet descended, settling over Avery like a too-warm blanket. Jase continued to hold her, his embrace so gentle, his breath warm on her neck. For a moment, she could almost believe this intimate lie. Jase was still riding the high of his orgasm and that euphoric burst of endorphins that made him think he was experiencing emotions that he didn’t really feel. In the morning his head would be clear. He’d realize that tonight was nothing more than a good time. And Avery was willing to bet that by this time tomorrow, he’d be promising some other woman that no one would ever set foot in his pickup truck again.
Texas chivalry, y’all.
“Are you cold?”
Of course Jase would assume the tremor that ran the length of Avery’s body was due to the cold. He held her tighter, cupping her shoulders and ribs in his large palms. The contrast between them was laughable. She could only imagine what people would say if they saw them together. Her petite five foot, four inch frame was dwarfed by his six and a half feet of towering bulk.
You don’t have to worry about it, Avery. There’s a snowball’s chance in hell you’ll ever be seen out in public with him. She was a waitress, for Christ’s sake! The withdrawn, accident-prone girl who worked at his team’s private parties. All she would ever get from Jase Blackwell was a drive home and an amazing few minutes in the front seat of his truck. Her mother would be so proud.
God. What have I done?
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Avery’s demeanor cooled with the air. The chill soaked right into Jase’s chest, permeating his bones. Now that she wasn’t driven by lust, was she having second thoughts? Regrets? The thought that she would soured his stomach, because he regretted nothing.