Make Me Melt(23)

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he ground out, skating his lips along her inner thigh. “And I love how good you smell.”

Jason was in heaven. Sweet, delicious heaven. He pushed her knees back as he laved her with his tongue. She made quiet noises of intense pleasure and speared her fingers through his hair. Her breath came faster and she pressed one hand against her mouth to muffle the sounds she was making. When he concentrated his efforts on the tiny bud of her clitoris and eased one finger inside her, she bowed off the mattress and her whole body tautened. Her mouth opened on a silent cry as she convulsed beneath him.

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CAROLINE COULDN’T THINK. She could only lay sprawled across the bed, a helpless victim of the delicious aftershocks of what was possibly the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Okay, definitely the most intense. Her entire body thrummed with sexual gratification. She was trembling, as weak as a kitten.

Jason eased himself down beside her and pulled her into his arms. “Good?”

“Ohmigod. Better than good. Amazing.”

“I agree,” he murmured and tilted her face so that he could kiss her again. Caroline returned the kiss, sliding her tongue against his in a slow, sensual mating. When she would have wound her arms around his neck, Jason caught her wrists in his hands and pinned them gently but firmly over her head. She’d known he was a big man, but it wasn’t until he was over her like this, with her breasts flattened against the muscles of his chest, that she realized just how large he really was.

He smiled down at her in a way that caused something in her chest to contract. His eyes were smoldering as they raked her features. “We’ve only just gotten started.”

He shifted against her, and she could feel the unmistakable thrust of his erection bumping against her hip. Caroline’s breath hitched. She liked this side of Jason, sexy and masculine. The heat she saw in his eyes made her feel uninhibited and completely desirable. At sixteen, she hadn’t known her own power. But now she realized that what he had said was true—she had all the control. Despite the fact that he had her wrists pinned over her head, she was the one who was calling the shots.

“Maybe this time,” she murmured, her gaze fastened on his delectable mouth, “we can finally finish what we started all those years ago.”

“I’m counting on it.”

He released her wrists and Caroline slid a hand up over his chest to his shoulder. She wanted to touch him everywhere. His skin was like hot satin beneath her fingers. Hooking a leg over his thigh, she pressed intimately against him, reveling in the feel of him, hard and pulsing, against the juncture of her thighs. She slid a hand between their bodies and cupped him through the stretchy material of his briefs, loving how he jerked beneath her fingers.

“Oh, my,” she murmured appreciatively, then slipped her fingers beneath the waistband to take him in her hand, dragging a little grunt from him. He felt incredible in her palm. She stroked her thumb over the head of his erection, feeling the slick moisture there.

“I think you have too many clothes on,” she whispered, pressing her lips against his chest. “Can we do something about that?”

“You bet.” His response was immediate; he pushed both his jeans and his briefs off and kicked them free. And there he was, rising thick and rigid against the flatness of his stomach. Caroline’s mouth went dry as she thought of that part of him inside her.

She dragged her gaze upward, forcing herself to look into his eyes. They were as green as the surf that pounded the sands outside and turbulent with passion. For her. A primal thrill coursed through her at the look of raw desire on his face.

“Hurry,” she urged.

He took her hand and guided it back to him, and Caroline needed no further incentive to wrap her fingers around him. He pulsed strongly against her palm. God, he was so hot. And hard. And satiny beneath her fingertips.

She slid her hand down the length of his shaft and felt a rush of possessive pride when he sucked his breath in sharply and then buried his face against her neck. Caroline continued to stroke him, tentatively at first and then with growing confidence as he groaned softly and bent his head to her breast, capturing her nipple in his mouth and drawing deeply on it.

And there it was again. The slow, throbbing ache that made her long to wrap her legs around him and bring him completely inside her.


“Jason,” she whispered against his hair, “please...”

He raised his head from her breast, and his eyes were startlingly bright, as if lit from within. “Yeah?”

“I want you. Inside me.”

Without a word, he reached over the edge of the bed to fumble with his discarded jeans. When he came back, he held a small foil package.

A condom! God, she hadn’t even thought about protection. She was grateful that Jason still had the ability to think rationally, and she wondered how often he found himself in this kind of situation. Did he always carry a condom in his pocket, or had he come prepared specifically because he was hoping to hook up with her? She found she didn’t really care which it was. She had dreamed of this moment, and now that it was really happening, she didn’t want to worry too much about his motives.

She watched as he covered himself and then positioned himself above her. Reaching down, he lifted one of her legs and laid it across his back, opening her. He stroked a finger along the seam of her sex, and Caroline gasped at the exquisite sensation. Pleasure lashed through her. When she felt the smooth knob of his erection nudging against her, she lifted her hips in invitation.