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"Not in the least," she whispered, holding him tighter as her knees went slack. He laughed softly. "Duly noted." And he finally kissed her. The hand on the small of her back pulled her closer, and his other hand slid around her neck and into her hair.

Her fingers explored the edges of the muscles of his back and shoulders. She breathed him, tasted him, and she wanted more.

He broke the kiss and looked at her, his eyes reflecting the hunger that burned within her as his fingers ran through her hair. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," he whispered, his voice nearly a growl.

"Likewise." She pressed her body against his. He closed his eyes and exhaled sharply as her hips found his cock, hard and straining the seams of his slacks. He kissed her again, consuming her,
devouring
her. If she'd wanted him on the pier the day before, she
needed
him now.

She wanted to touch his skin, wanted to taste him. With unsteady hands, she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. They may as well have been padlocks for all her ability to get them open. He tried to help, cursing under his breath as a button refused to cooperate.

"Let me," she said, but her fingers were shaking too much.

"I've got it," he said, but his weren't any steadier.

"Here—"

"Fuck it," he said, the growl in his voice startling her. "Clothes are cheap." Grasping the lapels of his shirt, he pulled it apart. The sounds of ripping fabric and buttons skittering across the floor sent a tremor of desire through her. She pushed what was left of his shirt off his arms and he quickly pulled his undershirt over his head.

Before she could react, he slid his fingers under her blouse and lifted it over her head in one quick motion. He put his hands on her back and pulled her to him, close to him, the heat of his skin sizzling against hers as he kissed her again. Jason made her head spin in ways no liquor had ever done.

He released her mouth and kissed her neck, flicking his tongue across the hollow of her throat along her collarbone. A chill rippled up her spine and she moaned, pulling him closer. She dragged her fingernails across the softly embossed edges of the tattoos on his back and he exhaled sharply against her throat.

He ran his hand up her spine, stopping at her bra strap.

"Do you want me to take it off?" she asked.

"No," he said simply. With a quick movement of his fingers, her bra went slack about her shoulders. He hooked his thumbs in the shoulder straps and slid them slowly down her arms until it fell away. His thumb circled an erect nipple and she closed her eyes, tilting her head back as
his soft touch ignited an ache deep within her, like the earliest rumblings of a tremendous orgasm.

He kissed her again, making her knees weaker with each brush of his tongue against hers. For a long time they just stood there, exploring each other's mouths. Her fingers grasped his bare shoulders as he held her hips and pulled her against him. She couldn't get enough of him. She wanted him. Wanted him inside her. But she didn't want
this
to stop.

He guided her across the room, never once breaking their long, sensuous kiss until he dropped to his knees in front of her. Steadying her hips in his hands, he kissed her just above the waistband of her jeans. Her whole body quivered at his fiery touch. Gripping his shoulders for balance as her knees threatened to give out, she watched him unfasten the top button of her jeans. He looked up at her face, took the zipper pull in his teeth, and slowly drew it downward. She tried to exhale. Couldn't remember how.

He kissed the exposed flesh in the "V" of her unzipped jeans. She gasped as he ran his hand down her leg, over her quivering knee, caressing the back of her calf through the thick denim. She wanted his hands on her skin. Now. Right now. She started to push her jeans over her hips, but he stopped her. He laughed softly as he stood, pressing his hips against hers, letting her feel just how much he wanted her. His lips stopped an agonizing inch away from hers.

"In a hurry?" he whispered with a devilish grin. The heat of his breath on her lips destroyed what little balance she had left and her knees buckled. He caught her, holding her close to him.

He leaned into her and sudden panic turned her veins to ice as her center of gravity shifted, as she sensed the room shifting around her. A second before panic took over, she realized he was coming down with her, that he was lowering her, and a moment later, her back landed gently on something soft. Leather creaked beneath them. For a delicious eternity, they just kissed, lying on the couch in each other's arms, making out like a couple of teenagers. His mouth left hers and explored her neck, pausing here and there to kiss exquisitely sensitive places she never knew existed. He kissed her, long and deep, then said, "There is so much I want to do to you right now." His voice was strained, almost desperate. "Christ, I just want to touch you and taste you, but—" He exhaled hard. Kissed her mouth. Her jaw. Her throat. Suddenly his body tensed. "
Fuck
." The word came out as little more than a sharp breath against her neck.

The frustration in his voice unsettled her. "What's wrong?" His shoulders tensed as he drew a long breath. When at last he spoke again, his voice was a deep, throaty growl. "If I don't fuck you
right now
, I'm going to lose my mind."

The hunger in his voice destroyed any chance she had of forming—much less speaking—a coherent thought. She reached for his belt. Their eyes met and they froze, as if searching each other for resistance. Then they moved quickly, almost clumsily,

struggling to get out of their remaining clothes as fast as possible, still kissing even as they fumbled with belts and zippers.

Before tossing his jeans away, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. He glanced at her, one eyebrow raised.

"Figured I should have one handy tonight," he said, a mix of humor and uncertainty in his voice. "I hope I wasn't being too presumptuous."

"Not in the least."

He tore the wrapper with his teeth, and as soon as the condom was on, she parted her legs for him, her entire body trembling with anticipation. A second later, he took her in one quick thrust, knocking the breath out of her, and for a long moment, neither of them moved. Neither breathed.

Finally, he kissed her, that deep, spine-melting kiss, and slowly withdrew. He took long, slow strokes, releasing sharp, ragged breaths against her lips. She could barely breathe at all, inhaling and exhaling at the exact same speed his cock moved inside her.

"Oh my God," she whispered finally.

"Jesus, you feel amazing," he said. He picked up speed, driving himself deeper and harder with each stroke.

"Oh God, Jason," she said, her voice barely more than a whimper. "Don't stop, please, don't stop . . . ."

The throaty groan he released told her he couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. She held onto him for dear life, digging her fingers into his shoulders, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts. The incredible sensations he unleashed within her brought cries and whimpers and desperate pleas for more, more, more out of her.

"Faster," she pleaded. "Faster, please,
faster . . . .
" Her voice seemed to come from somewhere outside of her, but he must have heard her loud and clear. He gripped her shoulders and rode her, fucked her, faster than she'd ever thought possible.

"Oh God," he groaned.

"You're going to make me come," she said, holding him tighter, her back arching off the couch as the first ripples of an orgasm radiated through her. "Oh God, Jason, you're—" But the words stuck in her throat as a deep tremor surged up her spine.

"I'm going to come too," he said. He sounded like a man in pain, a man on the brink of insanity. "Oh my
God . . . .
"

Simone's vision exploded in a shower of white sparks. She distantly heard herself cry his name. Seconds later, Jason took a few last violent strokes, released a helpless moan, and shuddered against her.

Chapter Eight

For a long time, they were both still, just holding each other and trembling. At long last, Jason lifted his head and kissed her.

"Wow," he said.

She laughed softly against his lips. "I was thinking the same thing." He looked at her for a moment, and she thought he was going to speak again, but instead, he kissed her.

After a long kiss, his lips barely left hers as he whispered, "I could do this all night." She moaned softly as he
bent to kiss her neck. His voice vibrated across her skin as he pressed his lips against her neck just beneath her jaw. "I don't usually rush like that. I like to take my time. Enjoy a woman's touch, enjoy the way she tastes . . . ." The tip of his tongue touched her neck and took her breath away. "But I just couldn't resist you."

She released a helpless whimper and clung to his shoulders. He
had
to notice her trembling. Kissing his way back up to her mouth, he spoke in a low growl that seemed to come from deep in his throat. "I want to take my time with you, Allyson. I want to touch you, and taste you, and I want to fuck you again."

She tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was a soft moan.

"Come with me," he whispered.

He rose and took her by the hand, leading her down the hall. When he stopped, she could just barely make out the shape of his bed in the faint moonlight spilling in through the window. Anticipation pulsed within her. She thought he was going to lay her down then, but instead he leaned against the footboard, pulling her into his arms again and kissing her once more.

After a moment, he reached toward the bedside table and flicked on the lamp, flooding the room in a gentle amber glow. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her, watching his hands trace her outline, her shoulders, her hips. A ragged breath parted his lips and when his eyes met hers, they smoldered with insatiable hunger.

"Jesus, you're beautiful," he whispered, his breath cool against her skin. A moment later, the moist warmth of his mouth encircled her nipple and she moaned as his tongue swept across her flesh. The room spun around her and she grasped his shoulders. His voice vibrated against her breast as he groaned softly. He released her nipple and stood, but he didn't kiss her. Instead, he turned her so she leaned against the bed.

"This time, I'm going to take my time," he breathed against her neck. "I am going to enjoy every"—His fingers slid up the back of her neck into her hair—"inch"—He closed his hand, slowly gripping her hair—"of you."

He pulled her into a deep kiss. She melted against him.

He laid her on the bed then, pulling her legs around his waist. Leaning over her, he kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts, sliding his hands down her sides as he trailed kisses down her belly. She squirmed against his mouth. Never mind the fact that he had
just
fucked her, she'd never wanted—
craved
—a man this badly.

Jason ran his hands over the smooth curve of her hips and down her long legs. Her knees trembled at his touch and he fought to keep his breath steady and even. He was certain she could hear the deafening pounding of his heart. He touched his lips to the inside of her knee, working his way up the silky skin of her inner thigh. Exploring her smooth, slender legs, he traced his fingers up the

subtle groove in her well-defined calf muscles. He ached to be inside her again, to feel her squeezing him as he released, but he would wait. Just as he'd promised,
he intended to savor her this time, every last inch of her.

Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he knelt on the floor. His mouth watered. Good God, he had never wanted a woman like this.

He hoped she couldn't feel the unsteadiness in his hand as it slid up her thigh. A ragged breath escaped his throat as he watched his two fingers slide easily inside her. She whimpered and tightened around his fingers, and her hips lifted off the bed. As he watched her writhe, watched his fingers sliding in and out of her, he couldn't help the moan that escaped his own throat. His cock ached with anticipation. But he wasn't ready to be inside her yet. No, not just yet.

He slipped his fingers back in and leaned forward. His tongue traced a slow circle around her clit and—

—a lightning bolt of icy-hot pleasure surged through her.

The bedspread bunched in her clawing hands. She thought she moaned, but didn't know, didn't care. All she knew was the sensations coursing through her with each sweep of his tongue and thrust of his hand. His mouth and fingers worked together, moving in perfect rhythm, pulling each shudder and moan from her as if they were simply waiting within her for him to take.

She had no choice but to surrender to him completely. He pushed her nearer and nearer to the edge, waiting until she was a gasp away from climaxing before he slowed his rhythm and let the tidal wave of ecstasy recede before he started again. Again and again, until the room spun around her and she couldn't remember where she was, who she was.

He brought her to the edge again and held her there, balancing her on the brink. Then his rhythm quickened, the movements of his tongue and fingers taking on a more earnest pace. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.

With a precise flick of his tongue, he propelled her into a delirious, groundshaking orgasm. Her back arched, her legs shook, her hands clawed the bedspread. White-hot pleasure pulsed through her. Sensations she had never before felt took hold of her, shaking her to the core. And still he drew it out, his tongue and fingers urging more and more until she begged him to stop.

Jason stood then and leaned over her as the orgasm subsided, his fingers still inside her. "Your body is amazing," he whispered against her jaw, kissing her neck as she fought for breath.

He ran his tongue across his lips and kissed her, his tongue tangy-sweet with the taste of her. She put her arms around him and devoured his kiss, renewed desire burning within her. She needed him inside of her.
Now
. Couldn't wait any longer. She had to have him.

"Fuck me again," she said, her voice unsteady.

"I thought you'd never ask," he growled breathlessly. He made quick work of getting a condom from the bedside table and putting it on. Taking her hips in his hands, he pulled her to the very edge of the bed.