The Closer You Come (The Original Heartbreakers, #1)(98)

“Will you give me time, then?” He seemed to stop breathing, as if her response mattered more than anything ever had.

Tremors skated through her as she realized this was it. Decision time. There’d be no going back after this. He’d take her at her word and proceed accordingly.

“I’m never going to be the guy who displays every emotion,” he said. “I can’t be. But I’m telling you, stating it plain, I want to be with you. I don’t care how I get you—I just want you in my life.”

How am I supposed to resist him?

“O...okay,” she said. “I’ll give you time.”

He stepped toward her, only to stop. “Be very sure. I won’t live through another separation.”

“I wouldn’t, either,” she admitted. “I’m sure. I want to be with you, too.”

His relief was palpable, his desire more so. His eyes hooded, making her tremors redouble. “I hope you’re ready to cross another item off your fun list.” His tone...from stoic to simmering, tentative to determined.

“Always sometimes,” she said with a nod.

“Good enough.” He placed a knee on the edge of the bed, then the other, and urged her to her back. “Because we’re about to solve the mystery of the missing orgasm.”

She half laughed, half moaned in sublime surrender. “I believe I specified a mystery dinner.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said, bending down. “We’ll be dining.”

Her heart kicked into a wild beat, her insides immediately flashing white-hot when he crashed his lips into hers, his tongue thrusting with brutal force, and she lost track of her surroundings.

He took her mouth with the same sense of possession he’d first taken her body. It was as if a dam had burst inside him, and only passion spilled free. He began pulling at her clothing, ripping the material in his haste. By the time he had her naked, a glorious madness had overtaken her, his name the only word her fragmented thoughts could form.

“Jase...Jase...” Oh, how she’d missed him. At times like this, when they were intimate, she feared nothing.

Their tongues parried and thrust in a sensual dance of dominance, and she realized this...this was what she’d thought she’d be getting when they’d first decided to commit. Raw carnality. A passion unlike any other. Almost...savage, with absolutely nothing held back.

He kissed and nipped his way to her breast, kneading the plump flesh. He sucked her nipple so hard a cry parted her lips, her back arching—to get closer to him or put distance between them, she wasn’t sure. It was a mix of pleasure/pain she’d never before experienced, and she was instantly addicted.

“More,” she commanded, fingers fisting his hair to hold his head in place.

He sucked one nipple then the other, giving them the same fierce treatment, until both were swollen and throbbing with ecstasy, a mimic of the constant throb between her legs. She didn’t think she’d ever been so aroused or so wet—until he anchored her feet on his shoulders and knelt at the edge of the bed, dragging her over and placing his mouth directly between her spread legs.

He...utterly...devoured...her.

Like a starving man who’d just discovered a banquet. Like a man who’d had too many treasures stolen and thought he would lose this, too. He was ferocious, almost like an animal. Nipping and growling his approval as she writhed against his face. She came once...twice...lost in an ocean of rapture and never wanting to be found.

When she could take no more, her body so sensitive even the slightest breeze from the air conditioner tickled her, she used her feet to push at his shoulders. He raised his head, his eyelids heavy, hooded, and his eyes devoid of color, his pupils so large the green had been completely eclipsed. Tension branched from the corners, as well as from his mouth—a mouth wet with her pleasure.

He straightened slowly. As she watched, he licked his lips, savoring every drop she’d ceded.

“Not done,” he said and slowly undressed. “Not even close.”

His every movement was now measured, as if he knew he’d reached a breaking point and had to make an effort to regain control. But as more and more of his beautiful body was bared, desire was stoked inside her all over again, as if she’d never reached completion.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked.

“Yes. I got a shot soon after I met you.” She trembled, and she burned, and she ached. Empty, she thought. I’m so empty. Have to be filled.

“You want me to wear a condom or do you want me bare?”

“Bare.”

As she watched, he stroked the long length of his erection. “There is no one more beautiful than you, angel. Have I told you that?”

Her trembles came faster. “Jase. Please.”

Maybe it was the needy edge her voice held. Maybe it was the plea itself. Either way, the frenzy hit him once again—only with more force. He grabbed her knees and pried them as far apart as they could go. He positioned himself at her entrance and slammed all the way home.

She cried out, stretched and filled as she’d so desperately needed to be. Knowing there was nothing between them, that the hardness of his flesh glided along the wetness of hers, somehow shredded her control. The pleasure was incredible, accompanied by a rush of adrenaline every time he thrust...and thrust...harder and harder, faster and faster. She bucked against him, her hips lifting off the bed, causing him to sink deeper every time he pushed in, as deep as her body would allow.