Make Me Melt(24)

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice was rough, his breathing coming in pants. His gaze didn’t waver as he stared down at her.

“No. Please, no.”

With his eyes fixed on hers, he surged forward in one powerful thrust and sank himself fully in her heat. His possession of her was so total, so complete, that she almost stopped breathing.

“Oh, God,” she whispered and closed her eyes.

“Look at me,” he ground out.

Caroline opened her eyes. He braced himself above her, his eyes glittering with masculine satisfaction. He didn’t move, just let her adjust to him. “Doing okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” she murmured. “You feel incredible. I don’t want you to hold back, Jason.”

She didn’t want him treating her with kid gloves. She wanted all of him—all his passion—without any restraints. She shifted her hips experimentally beneath him, and the slide of his flesh against hers was almost too wonderful to bear.

Jason closed his eyes briefly, as if in pain. “This feels too good. I’ll try to go gently, but goddamn, you’re so snug.”

Then, with their gazes locked on each other, he began to move, pumping slow and deep. Each new stroke heightened her sensitivity, and she could feel her inner muscles clench greedily around his hard length. This is what she had wanted—what she had waited for.

Jason. Making love to her.

Caroline gasped as he filled her, and she clutched feverishly at his shoulders. He captured her mouth with his, sweeping his tongue against hers. His big hands cupped her buttocks and lifted her to better meet the bone-melting thrusts of his hips against hers. She arched against him and raised both legs to wrap them around his lean hips.

“That’s it,” he murmured against her mouth. “Just let go.”

Caroline had never felt anything so all-consuming. He filled her, surrounded her and drove out every conscious thought she had. There was only him, connected to her.

She was being swept upward in a vortex of sensations, mindless to everything but the fierceness of her need. He was moving faster now, pumping into her with increasing urgency. He lifted his head to look at her. His features were taut, and a vein pulsed in his neck. He was close to climaxing, and knowing that she was responsible was a powerful aphrodisiac. Liquid heat flooded to the spot where he stroked her and heightened the sharpness of her desire.

“Jason,” she breathed as she felt her own orgasm building again, even more intense than before.

He smoothed the damp tendrils of her hair back from her face. “I’m here,” he said huskily. “I’m right here with you, babe.” He adjusted the angle of his hips against hers, so that each stroke ground him against her clitoris. He thrust deeper until he filled her completely. “I want you to come again.”

His words pushed her over the edge.

“Oh, oh,” Caroline gasped, and Jason caught her small, frantic cries with his mouth, spearing his tongue against hers as he moved faster, pushing her higher with each mind-shattering drive of his hips.

She climaxed in a blinding white-hot rush of pleasure. Jason bucked against her, and she felt him stiffen and then shudder once, twice and then again, inside her. He collapsed onto her, his heart pounding erratically, and she wrapped her arms around him, not wanting to let him go. She stroked her hands over his back, slick with sweat, and reveled in the feel of his body, heavy and replete against hers.

“Ahh...damn,” he gasped. “That was unbelievable.” He raised himself on his elbows over her. He kissed her, slowly and languorously, but made no move to withdraw from the warmth of her body. When he finally pulled back to look at her, his expression was intensely serious and filled with a tenderness that made her chest ache. “You okay?”

Caroline gazed at him. “I think so.” Her legs were still curved around his hips, and their breathing was uneven as they stared at one another.

As if unable to help himself, Jason dipped his head and kissed her again, a kiss so sweet that she thought she could willingly stay in his arms like that forever. When he finally lifted his head, it was to carefully withdraw from her body. After rolling away from her, he sat on the edge of the bed to dispose of the condom. But he didn’t immediately come back and pull her into his arms as she wanted him to.

Reaching out, she tentatively touched Jason’s back. “That was even better than I could have imagined.”

In the indistinct light, his expression was difficult to read. Finally, he eased himself back down beside her. Reaching down, he retrieved a quilt that lay folded at the foot of the bed, opened it and covered them both with it. Pulling her against his side, he smoothed her hair back behind her ear and gently ran the back of his knuckles across her cheek.

“This is definitely going to complicate things,” he said wryly, but he took the sting out of his words by dropping a kiss onto the corner of her mouth.

“It’s what I wanted,” Caroline assured him.

“Like I said...spoiled rotten.”

This time there was no malice in his words, and she smiled up at him. “You’d do better to remember that I always get what I want.”

He was silent for a moment. “You should want more than what I can offer.”

Raising herself on one elbow, Caroline studied his face in the darkness. “I’ve done a lot of growing up in the last twelve years,” she finally said. “And while I may not have as much experience with the opposite sex as you have, I do have enough to know what I want.”