Run To Me (Lazarus Rising #4)(26)

Yes, please.

The limo stopped. She heard the driver exiting. Before he could reach the door, Jay had already opened it. He surged outside. “I’ve got her.” There was a hard, almost possessive edge to his words.

But Jay wasn’t the possessive sort, was he? He offered her his hand as she climbed from the limo. She took it, not hesitating, and a tremor of excitement spiraled through her. She couldn’t look away from Jay. Couldn’t focus on anything but him. Jay was all she could see.

Her heartbeat pounded so fast.

Dimly, she heard him giving instructions to the driver. To the guards who were at the gate. But then she and Jay were heading up the stone steps. Moments later, they were in the house. She heard the quick beep of the alarm resetting behind them. She stood in the foyer, nervously shifting from her left foot to her right on the marble flooring. She waited—

Jay pulled her into his arms. His mouth crashed onto hers. And, no, there was nothing soft or gentle or hesitant about his kiss now. He kissed her like a desperate man. Like he was starving. Or wild. For her. Her mouth opened for him, and she met him eagerly. She’d had a taste of pleasure, and Willow wanted more. She wanted him.

Her hands shoved against his fancy suit jacket, and it hit the floor. Then she was grabbing for his shirt front. Buttons popped and flew, but Jay just laughed. He shrugged out of the shirt, and then he was backing her up, pushing her against the nearest wall. Caging her there with his body while his hands flattened on the wall, positioned on either side of her head. His mouth went to her throat. Kissing. Licking. Biting with the lightest edge of his teeth.

Her breath hissed out. Oh, yes, she liked that. “You said…we’d go fast. Wild.” That was what she wanted. Because her body seemed to be burning inside, a white-hot, sensual fire. She wanted to go wild. Wanted to lose all control. To just be—

With him.

He scooped her into his arms. The move was so unexpected that she gave a little cry of surprise. In the next instant, he was kissing her again. Carrying her, kissing her, and Willow wrapped her arms around his neck. Sometimes she forgot just how strong Jay was. He might not be a super soldier, but the man was built. And he carried her as if she weighed nothing.

She loved the way he kissed her. Did all men kiss with such skill? Did they all know just how to use their tongues and their lips?

Or was it just Jay? Just Jay who made her feel so out of control? Who made her want and want and want?

He lowered her onto a bed. His bed.

Then he backed away, staring down at her. “Now,” Jay growled, “we have our first time.”

She still had on her dress. She should take it off, right? Willow figured she should. She eased out of the bed. Stood before him. With trembling fingers, she reached for the zipper in the back.

“Let me.”

A shiver rolled over her, but she turned around, giving him her back. His fingers trailed along her skin, and her eyes closed. The hiss of the zipper filled her ears. The dress fell down, puddling at her feet. His knuckles stroked down her spine, making her quiver. She turned toward him. “Jay—”

He tumbled her onto the bed. His hands were caressing her, his mouth was kissing her—all over. Her legs were spread and his hips pushed between them. He still wore his pants, but she could feel the hard press of his erection through the fabric. He was fully aroused. Long, hard, and thick, and she wanted him inside her.

His mouth closed over her breast. He sucked, licked, marked her with the faint edge of his teeth as her back bowed off the bed. Desire surged through her. She was wet and ready for him, and Willow didn’t want to wait. He’d said they wouldn’t wait. Fast. Hard. Wild. “I need…”

He was kissing his way to her other breast.

Her hips arched again, and her sex surged up against him, riding the hard length of his cock even through his clothes. Her nails raked over his back when he licked her nipple. “Jay!”

He pulled back. Jerked open his pants. Leaned over the edge of the bed and reached into the nightstand. A moment later, he had a small packet in his hand. Condom. She hadn’t even thought about that, she’d been so intent on having sex for the first time—

Only it might not be my first time. I could’ve had other lovers. I don’t know them. I don’t—

“Willow.” His voice pulled her gaze up to him. “Are you with me?”

She blinked. Focused on him. Sexy Jay. His hair was tousled, and she vaguely remembered sinking her fingers into it when they’d been kissing. He leaned toward her. Kissed her again. Kissed her with soft passion, then harder need. Kissed her until she was moaning and, yes, with him. Only him. Because he was what mattered. Not her past. The past she’d lost. Not her future—a future she might not have.

Just her present. Just Jay.

His erection pushed against her. The head slid against the entrance to her body. Her breath caught in her throat when his fingers twined with hers. He pushed their hands back, moving them so they were on either side of her head.

“Willow.” Her name again. Only it sounded like a caress when he said it. “You are perfect.”

Jay surged into her. There was no pain. Nothing but pleasure. Nothing but a wildness that ignited inside of her. And she knew he felt the same wildness, too. Her legs rose and locked around him as Jay thrust in and out of her. Again and again. He was heavy, so thick, stretching her, and she absolutely loved it. They moved in perfect time. He thrust deep and hard, and she met him eagerly, even as she felt tension coil within her. Pleasure was close. Her release barreling down on her. She could tell it was coming, and she raced toward it, needing that wild burst of pleasure. Needing him.