The Closer You Come (The Original Heartbreakers, #1)(72)

“He kept your allowance? That’s harsh.”

“Also effective.”

Jase leaned in and placed a soft kiss against the hammering pulse at the base of her neck. “You got any more surprises for me?”

“Just one. This.” She placed two fingers under his chin and lifted his head, then pressed her lips to his.

He opened immediately, and their tongues thrust together. Desire sizzled through her...sultry, heady. Drugging. Fogging her mind and giving her one purpose: more pleasure.

“Everyone should experience a kiss like this at least once in a lifetime,” he said.

“Yes.” Every inch of her body was engaged, humming and vibrating with need, burning deliciously. “They just have to be prepared to want more.”

“You want more?” Jase stroked the ridges of her spine, a gentle caress before cupping her bottom and yanking her the rest of the way forward, until they were locked together. Her softest part grinding against his hardest.

She gasped at the sensation.

“I like the sounds you make,” he said, the words nothing more than a growl. He arched his hips, rubbing against her dampening core.

She balanced on her knees to try to gain a little control. Then she arched against him, rubbing harder...up and down. “I love the way you make me feel.”

He grabbed her by the hips, stilling her. “Only me.” His fingers flexed on her. “No one else.”

It was as if he’d penetrated her in a single thrust, so strongly did she react to those words.

He urged her into a slow grind against his erection, the friction off-the-charts erotic. Then he slid his fingers into her hair and fisted the strands to angle her head...and take her mouth in a soul-searing kiss.

His hands moved to her breasts, kneading, thrumming her nipples. And when he had her gasping incoherently, straining to get closer to him, pulling at his shirt to get it out of her way, he unsnapped her shorts and tunneled his fingers inside...under her panties.

“My angel is so hot and wet,” he praised, practically purring with masculine satisfaction—and then he thrust a finger deep inside her.

“More. Please, more,” she whispered, lifting to give him better access. The whoosh of the back door being opened barely registered.

“Jase. Dude.”

But Beck’s voice did register—like a hammer— intruding on the private moment.

“I’m sorry to bother you guys, but I’m desperate.”

Brook Lynn stiffened, momentarily blinded by panic. Caught with a guy’s hand in my cookie jar! But the wide expanse of Jase’s chest prevented Beck from seeing anything he shouldn’t, and the panic faded...the pleasure once again making itself known.

“West and Jessie Kay are about to kill each other,” Beck said.

“Not now,” Jase snapped. He’d stopped moving in her, and oh...oh...dying here!

Do not writhe on him.

“Yes, now,” Beck said. “Nothing I’ve done has helped.”

“I should take her home,” she managed, her tone breathless, her inner walls clamping on his finger. Inside she wept.

Gritting his teeth, gaze still locked on Brook Lynn, Jase called, “Give me five minutes.”

“I don’t think we have five minutes. I’m predicting a murder-suicide in less than one.” But the door whooshed shut.

Slowly Jase withdrew his finger, and she had to bite her tongue to stop her moan of remorse. As she watched, he put the finger in his mouth and sucked; this time she couldn’t stop her moan from escaping—this one of ultimate pleasure.

“I like the taste of you,” he said. “Pure, sweet honey.”

Shivers danced through her.

“I don’t want you to go,” he said, expression one of absolute torture.

“It’s for the best.” Maybe. Probably. If she stayed, she wasn’t sure what would come of the make-out session. Would he stop short like the other night? Or would they go all the way? And if they did, would he ever want her again?

Might as well end on a positive note, eager for more of each other.

He pursed his lips. “Why?”

“Because. Just because.” After all, this was a war for his affections, not just a single battle. She refastened her shorts and stood to shaky legs. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jase.”

A pause.

“Tomorrow, Brook Lynn.”

There was a promise of something in his tone. But exactly what he was promising, she didn’t know.

*

JASE HAD DEALT with his fair share of hard-ons throughout the years, but never one so determined to hang on for dear life. It wanted Brook Lynn, and absolutely no one else would do—not even his own hand. The knowledge panicked him. Made him realize just how dependent on her he’d become.

He remembered the way she’d begged him for more...please, more...the way he’d craved those pleas like a starving man craved food. Remembered thinking, I will die without this...without her.

No. Hell, no. He couldn’t allow himself to depend on anyone like that.

He’d made a huge tactical error, he realized. He should have taken her while he’d had the chance, that first night inside his bedroom. He would have already moved on. Surely.

When she arrived for work the next morning, she told him the day’s affirmation—Today I will gladly share my expertise and advice with others, for there are no sweeter words than “I told you so”—as he handed her a shopping list, cash and keys to his car.