Weekends Required (Danvers #1)(40)
Looking down at her watch, Claire was surprised to see that two hours had passed. They’d long finished dinner and dessert and were now just drinking coffee and talking. “Oh wow, it’s getting late,” said Claire picking up her pen and pad again. "We had better go over what you need for the rest of the week.”
“You know what?” asked Jason. “I really don’t want to ruin a great evening talking about business. This is the most relaxing meal I’ve had in weeks, and I just want to leave it at that,” finished Jason.
“Sure, you can call or email me tomorrow,” said Claire. The waiter returned and Jason quickly settled the check. Carefully putting his arm around here again, Jason walked slowly as he helped her back to her car.
“Are you ok to drive with that foot?” asked Jason.
“I’m fine, really. It looks a lot worse than it is,” said Claire. Jason made no move to remove his arm from her shoulders and finally Claire started to pull away from him.
Suddenly, he turned her to face him in his arms and lowered his mouth to hers. Claire was too surprised to resist as she felt the warm touch of his soft lips meet hers, lightly as first, nibbling and tracing the outer curve of her lips almost questioningly. With a groan, Claire parted her lips and Jason swooped in to take advantage, thrusting his tongue inside to mate with hers.
Jason pulled her body closer. His hands molded her curves to fit his. Claire could feel his arousal pressing against her belly, and her cervix contracted with the force of her own arousal. As he slid his lips down the side of her neck, Jason whispered in her ear, “Claire, God, I want you so much, go home with me tonight?” Jason pressed her hand to the front of his slacks, letting her feel the force of his desire.
As her knees started to buckle against him, Claire looped her arms around his neck and said, “My place… it’s right… down the street… please.” Jason raised his head to look into her eyes and whatever he saw there seemed to give him the answer he was seeking.
Jason disentangled them enough to walk and said, “Ride with me; your car will be safe here.”
Way past any rational thought, Claire allowed him to lead her over to his Mercedes and put her in the passenger seat and within minutes they were pulling into her apartment complex. Jason hurried around the car and helped her out. Her fingers were shaking too much to find the door key, so Claire handed the whole set to him. Jason gave a shout of victory as he finally located the key, and soon they were inside.
As soon as the door closed, Jason reached for her and brought his lips crashing down on hers again. Gone was the questioning kiss of before, now there was only need and desire so hot Claire was afraid she would burst into flames. His hands were roaming her body, desperately seeking to discover every curve. Claire couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips as he cupped the heavy weight of her br**sts through the thin material of her dress. Moisture was pooling between her thighs as she frantically ran her hands down his back and pulled his shirt from the waistband of his trousers.
His skin was hot to the touch, and her nails raked down his back with need. His tongue was devouring her mouth, mating with hers and his hands were gripping her bottom, grinding against her with only a few thin layers separating them. “Bed…” Jason picked her up, and she clamped her legs around his hips as she pointed him to her bedroom door. Not bothering to turn on the lights, Jason slowly felt his way over to the bed and lowered her gently.
As he leaned over her, he asked, “Are you ok with your toe?”
Claire pulled him down on top of her. Screw the toe! Jason rolled over and positioned her on top of him, reaching down for the hem of her dress and slowly raising it over her head. Thank god I wore my good underwear tonight.
He then reached over and found the switch on the bedside lamp, and Claire was bathed in the dim glow. “Oh god, you’re so perfect,” purred Jason. Claire had worn a pale blue lace push-up bra which made the best of her assets and a matching pair of tiny lace panties. She reached for the hem of his shirt, desperate for skin to skin contact but Jason caught her hands and stopped her. “No, not yet, I’ll lose control fast when I feel you against me.”
He lowered her back to the bed and knelt between her legs. He ran his hands lightly up past her thighs and to her stomach. Claire arched up off the bed when she felt the warmth of his lips blazing the same path his hands had just touched. Slowly, his tongue swirled around her belly button and teased as it slid a few inches lower. Breathless with anticipation, Claire almost cried out when he stopped his descent and instead started to work his way back up until he reached the underside of her br**sts.
Jason located the front closure on her bra and deftly snapped it open. Her br**sts were laid bare to his naked gaze. His hands cupped the weight of her as one thumb came up to stroke her nipple. “Oh baby, you’re beautiful,” rasped Jason. Hearing a moan, Claire was surprised to discover it had come from her throat. Her ni**les were hard and standing at attention. Jason lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over the peak.
Claire felt him reach down between her thighs and lightly cup her mound through the thin lace of her panties. Claire dug her hands in his hair, holding his mouth in place. She raised her hips to meet his questing fingers as they slid under the lace of her panties and slowly lowered them down her legs. He then glided his hand back up her legs and between her slick folds to tease her. Claire almost jumped from the bed, so sensitive was that throbbing part of her against the pressure of his fingers.