Overnight Sensation(49)

I exhale as she turns toward the drawer. Because the bed is huge, she has to crawl forward on her hands and knees to reach it.

I die quietly at the view while she reaches into the drawer. My blood swims with desire as I picture myself bending her over the edge of the bed and—

Heidi turns around, holding a strip of no fewer than ten condoms. She tosses them to me with narrowed eyes.

A bark of laughter pierces through my lust. “Who’s a funny girl?”

“You’re so fond of giving me that speech about how there are only one-way tickets on the Castro train. Better make it count.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

What have I gotten myself into?





17





Heidi


The way he’s looking at me right now? Smoldering.

My wish list has always been lengthy. I’ve wanted ponies and gold medals and trips to Paris. But I don’t remember ever wanting anything as badly as I want Jason Castro right now. Nobody has ever made my pulse feel thready and my hands sweat.

This time I won’t blow it. This time I’m not drunk, although I feel a little woozy anyway as I lean back against the headboard. I can hardly believe all the sass that’s fallen from my mouth tonight, or my little acts of bravery. And I need to keep up the fearless-girl routine, so he won’t see how shaky I feel right now.

But oh, the view! I’ve seen Jason shirtless before. I’ve admired those strong pecs and those lickable abs. But the way he’s propped so casually against the pillows, buck naked, his penis hard and ready… Gulp.

Keep it together, Pepper.

“Come here.” He crooks a finger.

Feeling a little shy, I put one foot on the floor, so I can walk around the bed.

“No,” he says sharply. “Crawl to me.”

Oh my. In for a penny, though, in for a pound. I get onto my hands and knees. Goosebumps rise on my skin, because I can feel how closely he’s watching me. And—why not—I arch my back a little. “Like this?” I ask sweetly. Moving forward a little, my boobs jiggle. “Am I doing it right?” I exaggerate my Nashville accent a little, so that it’s more Scarlett O’Hara than Reese Witherspoon.

“Fuck,” Jason whispers as I approach. “I’d say you’re doing fine. Climb into my lap.”

My heart shimmies as I slide a leg over his thighs and climb on. I have to spread my knees, and that feels extra dirty, because his concentration is laser-focused. And even as I settle my bare pussy onto his lap, he doesn’t reach for me.

He just stares. His gaze burns me up as it makes a slow scan of my face, my tits, and then my lower extremities.

“What?” I whisper. “You’re going to give me a complex.”

He grins. “I’m just admiring the view.”

“But that’s—” I gasp as he lifts his knees suddenly, causing me to pitch forward. My hands land on his shoulders and I find myself mere inches from his face. We’re nose to nose. And the view into those big brown eyes has never been better.

“Impolite?” he guesses. “Hot Pepper, there is nothing polite about the way I feel right now.

“I was going to say unnerving,” I whisper.

“Don’t lose your nerve now,” he whispers back. “It’s just getting good.”

It is, indeed. And it gets even better as he removes one of my hands from his shoulder and curls it around his thick erection. He’s so heavy in my hand, and so hot. Like he’s burning up for me. I love it. I swipe my thumb across the rosy head of him.

He bites his lower lip and makes a grunt of approval. “Give me that mouth. Right now.”

It’s easy to obey a command like that. I lean forward and find his lips with my softer ones.

Jason kisses the way he plays hockey. The minute our mouths align, he’s all attack and control. It’s sublime. I feel breathless as he reaches behind my head and gathers my hair in his hand. He gives it a tug and breaks our kiss.

With a gasp, I tip my head back. And his mouth finds my nipple not a second later. Before I can get my bearings, he gives it a good, hard, suck.

If I only get one night with him, I’d like to remember every second. But my poor brain is swimming in sensation as his tongue finds new ways to light me up. First my breasts and then my neck. I wrap my arms around his head and sift my fingers through his hair. It’s silkier than I would have guessed.

Jason lifts his hips, lifting me, too. He lengthens his body on the bed, lying down flat and leaving me sitting on his hips, panting.

He reaches up and runs a hand down my body, his fingertips finishing their journey right on my mound. I hold my breath, and he holds them there, teasing me. I shiver, my nipples like little pebbles. “Come here, you hot thing.”

“W-where?” I lean forward a couple of degrees, feeling my body flood with desire.

“Scoot,” he says. “Here.” And then—impatient with me—he grasps me by the hips and drags me up his body.

I land on his ribcage, then quickly dig my knees into the bed and grab the headboard for support.

“Almost,” he says with a knowing smile. “A little further.” His fingers splay on my bare ass, and he gives me a slow, dirty squeeze. “Come on now. Let me taste you.”

I look down at him, stunned, but also very turned on. Still, I hesitate.