The Closer You Come (The Original Heartbreakers, #1)(57)

A broken moan sounded in her ears. “Brook Lynn, honey. You have to stop...what you’re doing... You have to...”

“Can’t.” Her limbs were heavy, achy, her body writhing, writhing of its own accord, searching for release.

He gripped her hips to still her with his strength.

Every bit of willpower she possessed was needed to roll to her other side, away from him—before she started up again, despite his grip. Even that innocent action was too much for her sensitized nerves to tolerate, and she moaned.

“Go to sleep,” he said.

“Yes. Okay.” But how could she with him so close? She needed to leave, and she would, just as soon as her body was under her control again. Deep breath in, out. In. Out. Good. Gradually, the ache eased, but rather than hopping up and driving home, she found herself drifting off...

...and dreaming of kissing Jase, writhing against him, touching him...

...and waking up however long later facing him yet again, panting, his hand draped over her rib cage, just under her breast. She went still. The heat and ache were back—only stronger.

He was awake, his expression tight with tension. His body tense.

“Jase,” she said. Why wouldn’t this stop?

“I tried to resist,” he rasped, the ragged quality of his tone making her shiver. His hand inched up, coming closer and closer to cupping her breast.

Would he do it?

A blush heated her cheeks. She remembered writhing against him...and couldn’t blame it on a dream. “I don’t... I mean, I...” Her voice was so breathy. “Jase.”

His gaze hooded and his hand finally conformed around her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. His voice lowered. “Do you want me to take the edge off, honey?”

He meant...he wanted to...

Her blush deepened. “I...”

“Let me.” He cupped her backside with his other hand and pulled her closer. As he wedged one of his legs between hers, his tongue thrust inside her mouth.

Every cell in her body melted, practically fusing her against him. His erection— Oh, oh! Long, thick and right where she needed it. She arched into him, rubbing. He grunted his approval, swiping his thumb over her nipple a second time before he tangled his fingers in her hair, fisting the strands. He angled her head to kiss her deeper, harder.

Sweet sensation poured into her and filled her up, chasing away the loneliness that had always seemed to plague her.

She wished the room were brighter. The need to see Jase’s chest, to explore every ridge of muscle, every design etched in the skin that so fascinated her, proved overwhelming.

As her fingertips rode the hard ropes in his stomach, sliding lower...lower still, tunneling under his underwear...he thrust against her, mimicking the motions of sex. A hot flood of liquid pooled between her legs.

She swiped her thumb over the moist slit of his erection. As he gave another thrust, she released him to reach up and suck the taste of him into her mouth.

His nostrils flared as he watched her. “Not sure how much more I can take. Ready to spill already.”

“I guess we’d just have to start all over again,” she rasped.

“You are...perfect.” His mouth returned to hers, actually slamming down, and it was hot. Wild. She met his tongue with her own, the two rolling together, hinting at what was to come...hard and dirty. He kneaded her breasts and plucked her nipples as he slowed to a lazy grind against her, stoking the ache inside her higher and higher.

Never been this good...and he hadn’t even moved past her clothing yet!

Jase knew exactly what he was doing. Fueling a fire deep inside her, making her want to burn.

“You feel so good,” he said.

She couldn’t think of a reply. Her thoughts were fragmented, each broken by a single need: more. More of Jase. More of his taste. More of his touch. More of his hardness. She rolled her tongue against his, even bit his bottom lip, passion driving her every action. Her fingers played with his hair, roved over his back. He was strong, even there. Especially there. His muscles were as hard as granite. She raked her nails over his shoulders, all the way around to his nipples, only to caress those beaded tips gently.

His shudder rubbed him against her all over again, and she finally found the right words to say. “I’m so close. Need...”

“Let’s get you closer.” He traced a fingertip between her breasts, down her stomach and dabbled at her navel before playing at the waist of her shorts. He tugged at the button, pulled at the zipper. “You wet for me, angel?”

Angel. It wasn’t the first time he’d used the endearment, but it still caused her heart to skip a beat, delight going head-to-head with...a sudden wave of suspicion.

Had he called Jessie Kay angel?

Brook Lynn froze. She had yet to tell her sister about the first kiss she and Jase had shared.

“Wait,” she whispered. “We can’t do this.”

Jase reacted as if she’d bellowed. He stiffened from head to toe. And then...then he withdrew from her and scrambled from the bed, standing at the side to peer down at her. He scrubbed a hand through his mussed hair. “You’re right. We can’t.”

“I just need to call Jessie Kay and—”

“No, you don’t.” The frost returned to his eyes, seeming to grow colder, thicker, by the second. “This was a mistake.”