The Closer You Come (The Original Heartbreakers, #1)(64)

She framed his face, met his gaze. Those emerald eyes, so bright, simmering with passion. “Kiss me.”

He stared at her lips with a hunger only the most deprived ever experienced while his fingers continued to stroke between her legs—it was almost more than she could bear.

“Brook Lynn.” Never had her name sounded quite so tortured.

She traced her tongue along the seam of her mouth—then his. “I want to taste you while you play with me.”

He groaned, a sound of animal hunger. “I shouldn’t have kissed you before. It’s better if I don’t...”

“To remind your women that the sex means nothing to you. I know.”

His fingers stilled. “In a way, yes, but also—”

“I don’t need the reminder,” she rushed out. Let me pretend...continue to hope. She nipped his chin. “Please. Kiss me, and I’ll make you so glad you did.” As she spoke, she moved her hand between them, down the waist of his pants. Burrowed under his underwear and found his long, hard and extra-large length inside—he hadn’t just been bragging about his size. Hot beads of moisture seeped from the tip.

His shudder rattled the entire bed.

“Don’t kiss me,” she whispered, “and I’ll make you wish you had.” She took her hand away—and he cursed. Too bad for you, Jase. I’m learning from the best.

“Ultimatums, angel?”

“Consider it negative and positive reinforcement.” Or desperation. “Like you gave me.”

His narrowed gaze watched her as she placed her fingers at her lips, opened wide and sucked deep, tasting what he’d given her. A low moan reverberated from him. He yanked out her fingers and replaced them with his tongue. A hot, wet thrust she met with one of her own.

As fierce as the make-out session had been before...this was...was... Oh! Nothing compared. He devoured her mouth. She fed him passion. Breath intermingled. Bodies undulated. He wasted no more time, tunneling a finger deep inside her. She arched into the inward glide, needing to be filled. Have been empty for so long.

“So tight, angel,” he praised. He worked in a second finger.

She clung to his shoulders. As he scissored the digits, she felt stretched, the sensation a little uncomfortable, and yet it only made her desperate for more. “Jase,” she gasped.

He pressed in, pulled out then pressed in again, teasing her, forcing her hips to follow his motions, allowing him to go a little deeper with each plunge.

“Can you take another?”

For him? “Yes.”

He worked in a third finger. Her back bowed as her body accepted him. A sheen of perspiration formed over her skin, burning her from head to toe. The most delicious burn.

“So wet,” he practically purred. “So perfect.”

“Jase...it’s good. I’m so close.”

Out went his fingers, and she moaned in protest. He sat back on his heels, placing her legs outside his thighs, forcing her wide open for him. He stared at the soaked crotch of her panties before shaking his head, as if he’d made a life-altering decision.

“Hope these aren’t a favorite pair,” he said and, without waiting for her response, ripped her panties away, leaving her bare, utterly vulnerable.

He freed his erection from his jeans and, using her wetness on his hand, stroked himself up and down, an easy glide.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Let me watch you, see what you like.”

She had never before pleasured herself in front of a man, but this was Jase. Sex made flesh. Her fingers walked a path to the apex of her thighs, and his hot gaze remained riveted on their every move. She showed him what she preferred, how hard and how fast, perhaps harder and faster than he would have guessed, all while he stroked his erection.

“I’m ready for you,” she panted. “Please, get in me.”

“Don’t stop, angel. Don’t you dare stop.”

“But I’m going to...don’t want to...not without...” Oh!

Pleasure had been building steadily inside her, pulling her as taut as a bow, and seeing this feast of male aggression and carnality experience the same sensations at last pushed her over the edge. She cried out his name, her back arching. And then— Yes, yes! Her eyelids popped open. He’d put his face between her legs, was licking her up as she came and came and came, the rapture never ending, her entire body convulsing with satisfaction as he lapped and lapped.

He groaned deeply with his own satisfaction and spilled all over the bed.

Panting, she said, “You didn’t...we didn’t...”

When his shudders ceased, he straightened his spine. His hair was disheveled. His lips were red and swollen. Underneath his scars and tattoos had to be a thousand scratch marks.

He wouldn’t look at her. He’d purposely come outside her, hadn’t he?

“Why did you do that?” she asked quietly.

He fell to his back. “I just...I...” He ran a hand down his face.

Jase, at a loss for words. That was new. And somehow, it doubled her hurt.

She swung her legs to the side of the bed, standing to shaky legs. Motions clipped, she swiped up her clothes and dressed. She slipped her feet into her sandals, saying, “I’ve got to go.”

A muscle jumped in his jaw. “Don’t leave. Stay.”