Under Pressure(30)

He was hard as granite, his cock all but screaming for release from the confining pants he wore to sink into her heat over and over again, but he contented himself with continuing to run his hands up and down her back while he laved her nipples with soft kisses.

He wanted to chase her fears away, completely ashamed now at how he had taken her that first time. He had a lot to make up for. He wanted her to shake with need for him. He needed her to be soaked with her own cream before he slid himself into her soft flesh. He remembered how hot and wet and so damn tight she was.

Her petite body deserved to be worshiped from head to toe. He wanted to pleasure her over and over again until she could barely remember her own name, but not tonight. Looking back up to her face, he noticed the fatigue warring with the desire in her eyes. He needed to go slow. She needed him to go slow.

His muscles tightened as he restrained himself.

“Tonight was hard on you, love. I want you. God, how I want you. But I want you rested and your mind clear, not half asleep and burdened from the emotional rush tonight. Come with me.”





Chapter Eleven




Jason took great care to be gentle as he stood up and pulled Bella toward the bathroom. Pushing her against the counter, he reached down to undo the button of her jeans. He slowly lowered the zipper and pushed the material down her thighs along with her panties, careful to keep his eyes on hers instead of looking down to her flesh.

Bella’s eyes were confused, uncertain as she stared back at him.

“Shh, just let me take care of you, baby,” Jason whispered tenderly as he easily lifted her out of the jeans now lying discarded on the floor. He set her down outside of the large shower and turned the water on waiting for just the right temperature. He made quick work at getting rid of his own clothing, and his muscles clenched as her small hand reached out to stroke lightly down his stomach.

Eyes wide, she was fascinated by the rigid evidence of his desire. Their first sexual encounter had happened so fast that she hadn’t been about to see just how large he was. Even the word large was too tame a word. The man was seriously hung. His cock was wide and thick, rising like a velvet-encased steel bar from a patch of dark curls at the apex between his legs. As she continued to watch him, his erection grew longer, thicker, and she could almost see the vein pounding in a thrumming beat that matched the pounding of her heart.

She reached out to stroke her fingers lightly over him, and his cock jumped in her hand as if begging for more attention. Jason’s breath hissed out as he grabbed her hand to stop her from petting his raging hard-on.

Christ, she really was trying to kill him.

Picking her up easily in his arms again, her full body pressed against his, he climbed into the cascading water. He breathed out roughly as he desperately searched for his legendary control and tried to rein in the need clawing through him. This was about Bella. This was all about her. He needed to show her how much she meant to him, how much he wanted to be with her. Jason grabbed a bottle of shampoo, squirted some in the middle of his large hand, and he slowly started massaging it into her long hair as she purred with pleasure.

“Close your eyes, lass.”

Gently he tilted her head back to rinse the suds out and repeated the cycle with conditioner. God, he loved her hair. He also loved her small curvy body, but he forced himself to pay attention to washing her hair. He had never bathed with a woman. Showered with, yes. Had sex with in the shower, yes. But this was different. He had never taken the time to enjoy the pleasure of washing a woman. Never wanted to take care of a woman before.

Until Bella.

He took his time running his fingers through the silky strands as he rinsed it clean. Looking around for a bar of soap, he was slightly baffled at all the different bottles he saw. Understanding, Bella gave a low chuckle and picked up a bottle of bodywash, handing it to him. Smiling down at her, he poured some of the thick, creamy liquid into his palm and slowly started stroking his hands over her body. He started with her arms then worked the iridescent suds over her breasts, stroking her nipples until they were ripened berries in his hands.

Bella’s breath hitched.

She was afraid to speak, not wanting to break the spell that he was casting over her. Not wanting to miss a moment of this unselfish act of him taking care of her that felt more than him just cleansing her body.

He was cleansing her soul.

Her breathing increased as he rubbed his thumbs over her rock-hard nipples, over and over again. As he pinched them between his fingers, a low moan escaped her lips. Jason moved to stand in front of her and lazily stroked his hands over her shoulders, pulling her closer. He brought his lips down to lightly brush across hers as he bent down in front of her.