When We Fall (Take the Fall, #2)(20)

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Fuck, Piper. I’m trying hard to be real good, but you…you—”

I press a small kiss to the center of a tattoo. “Are you saying that you lied to me yesterday? That maybe you do feel something for me?” Purposefully, I allow my hair to fall forward so that it brushes against his skin as well. His entire body shakes, and I smile a little.

“I have no clue right now.” He curses again when I swipe my tongue over one of his nipples. “But you have to—I need you…I’m trying, baby. God, why don’t you listen?”

“Because I want what I want—and I want you.” I push him down to the bed and straddle his hips. The fabric of my skirt gets pushed to my waist by my position and his big hands. “I want you. I need you.”

“Damn, you’re soft.”

“You’re hard.” I move my hips experimentally. “Very hard.”

“Where did you learn to do this? Who taught you—” A low groan tears from his mouth when I begin to rock against him.

“No one. It’s how you make me feel.” I lower my mouth to his, tracing the outline of his lips with my tongue. Though I am a virgin, I’ve had years of reading romance novels and daydreaming about this moment to guide me. I can make up for my lack of experience with lots of enthusiasm.

His hands come between us. He’s going to push me away again. A lump begins to form in my throat and my vision blurs. But then I feel his hands on my face, framing it. His touch is so gentle that I want to cry.

“Yesterday, I lied to keep you safe, but in the end, all it did was hurt you.” A look of pain covers his face. “If you and I, if we decide to be together, so many people would be against us.”

I know he’s speaking of my family, and my family’s friends who would turn up their noses at me and never invite me to another function again. “Who cares if they are as long as we’re a team?”

He searches my face, a look of awe shining in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” My face heats. “I didn’t lie to you when I said I cared about you. I l—”

Jase’s mouth covers mine. It’s not hard and demanding like I dreamed it would be. Oh no, it’s a million times better. He cups the back of my head, fingers sifting through my hair while his lips move slowly, gently…almost reverently over mine.

Even with his gentleness, fire races through my body, rendering my breasts heavy and aching, my nipples hard points. His fingers continue to touch me, stroke me, until the need for something…anything to happen makes my entire body throb.

His lips part, his tongue teasing the seam of my mouth. “Open for me, baby.”

My stomach flutters. “My mouth or my thighs?” I ask.

“Both.”

Kissing Jase is pure, unadulterated pleasure, and I eagerly, shamelessly comply. I spread my thighs wider, grinding down on his hand, and open my mouth, letting my tongue play with his.

“Just like that,” he says, encouragingly. “More tongue. I want to suck on it before I put my face between your thighs.”

Heart stuttering at his dirty talk, I sweep my tongue inside his mouth to tangle with his.

Suddenly he groans, rolling me beneath him. His massively hard erection rubs against me, and my head falls back against the pillow. The friction drives me crazy.

Jase pushes up on his elbows, keeping his upper body completely off of mine while he works his hips. The thin material of my panties doesn’t offer much of a barrier and I grow even wetter.

I feel his tongue on my neck, his teeth scrape at my skin, and I’m lost to the sensation of him, of what he’s doing to me.

“More,” I moan as he kisses me along my collarbone.

“Unbutton your shirt and I’ll give you what you want.”

Nearly mindless with lust, my hands shake as I attempt to take off my shirt. Finally, I give up and rip at the bottom buttons, then shove it over my shoulders and off my arms, leaving me only in a lace demi cup bra.

As my chest rises and falls, the barest hint of my areolas show. I want his mouth there. I want to feel the wet heat, the suck and pull. I want everything I’ve never had, and I want it with Jase.

“You really do want me, don’t you?” he asks, his tone disbelieving.

I stare into his dark blue eyes. “You asked me not to lie to you. I’m not lying when I say I want you in me…all over me.”

He sucks in a breath. “Piper, we’re moving too fast for you, I think.”

I shake my head and rise up to kiss him, and not just any kind of kiss. A kiss that holds all of my pent-up need and closely guarded fantasies. I take his face in my hands, slanting my mouth against his in a hot kiss.

“We’re moving just right,” I say and dive for his mouth again.

In an instant, his hands are everywhere, tugging at my bra, shoving at my skirt, pulling down my panties until I’m bare. Utterly bare to him.

“You are so pretty…so pink.” He touches a hard nipple and I suppress the scream that’s fighting to get out. “So soft.” His head dips and he takes my aching nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. My back arches off the bed, my hips slamming into his.

As he sucks me, I rub shamelessly against him, trying to use his body to make myself orgasm. He presses his leg more tightly against me, one hand going to my hip to help me ride his thigh.