When We Fall (Take the Fall, #2)(22)

“Take more of me…the head, baby, take the head in your mouth.”

Opening my mouth wide, I take the head of him into my mouth. He curses and his hand grabs my hair, fisting it. The slight tug and burn turns me on, but even more so when I realize he did it so he can watch.

His hips move restlessly beneath me. I bob my head up and down, trying to take more of him. It’s not easy. I’ve never done this before and he is, in fact, extra-extra-large.

“Stroke me at the same time, kitten,” he orders in a husky voice.

Using both hands and my mouth, I find a rhythm that he seems to like. Judging by the groans coming from his mouth, I say he loves it.

The cords along his neck stand out, his jaw working, as harsh puffs of air leave him. I double my efforts, desperate for him to come and feel as amazing as I did.

He bares his teeth and pushes me away. “I have to come, baby. Next time…”

I lean back, my hands still stroking him as hot spurts leave his cock and cover my fingers and his flat stomach. He growls my name.

His chest heaves like he’s been running for miles without stopping. Interestingly enough, my heart feels like it’s about to pop out of my chest. Who knew giving Jase a blow job would turn me on this much?

I try to draw in air, but my lungs refuse to be filled. Panicked, I let go of him and then freeze. My eyes widen of their own accord.

Invisible arms crush me from the inside. My throat tightens.

Oh God. No, no, no.

“That was incredible,” Jase says, then looks at his stomach and my hands. “Feel like a shower?”

I manage a whimper.

“Oh f*ck, no.” Jase springs into action. “Hang on, sweetheart.” He grabs my purse and searches through it, uncaring that we have made a mess of each other and the sheets. “Got it. Open, baby…open for me. Please.”

Tears fall down my cheeks as I force my mouth to open. Usually, this isn’t a problem, not even when I have an attack, but sometimes my body goes into lockdown. I hate that this is one of those times.

He slides the inhaler into place and squeezes once. I attempt to take in air but all I manage is a pathetic gasp.

“Try again.” Another puff of meds invades my mouth and I gasp again. Time seems to stand still as Jase repeatedly gives me meds and counts to ten.

“If it doesn’t work this time, I’m calling 9-1-1.”

I nod weakly, internally screaming at my body to relax, to just let the medicine do its work. After a beat, my body seems to open, my lungs fill properly, and I let out a strangled gasp of his name.

Jase crushes me to him, then loosens his grip a little. “You scared me.”

“Scared me, too.”

He leans back to look at me, a frown on his sexy lips. “Ever been this bad before?”

“Actually, it’s been worse.”

His frown grows deeper. “You’re not trying to let me off the hook, are you?”

“No lying, remember?” I remind him, then lay my head on his chest. My hands are sticky and so is he, but neither of us cares. Or at least I don’t care. “It’s not your fault.”

He grunts noncommittally, then says, “Before things go any further between us— sexually—we need to go to the doctor together.” He kisses my forehead. “I need to know how to help prevent another attack like that, and…we need to talk about other stuff, too.”

“Like what?”

“My history and—are you on the pill?”

I got on it a week after he was paroled. “For a while now.”

“Good. That’s good, but…I’m clean, you should know that—my parole officer demands I get tested for every damn thing under the sun at least once a month, but still…it wasn’t that long ago I was with other women. I used protection, but…” He caresses the side of my face. “I want to be sure. Hell, I shouldn’t have gone down on you or let you do anything to me.”

Jealousy rears her ugly head. “How long ago?”

“Last month.” He blushes at that, his gaze not meeting mine. “Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

He exhales. “Because I have a lot of baggage.”

“I’ll help you carry it.” Turning my head slightly, I kiss his chest, right above his heart.

“I don’t know what I did in my last life to deserve you, but I’m not going to question it.”

“Maybe God decided it was time for us to be together.”

“Maybe we decided it was time for us to be together,” he counters, then grabs the sheets and wipes us down. “I promise to wash this for you.”

“Can you promise to also wash me?” I ask hopefully. “In the shower, not the washer.” Omigosh, I can’t believe I said that. Not only am I a virgin. I’m a dork. Men like Jase really go for that.

“Never done that before?” he asks, already maneuvering us off the bed and into his arms.

I shake my head. “Virgin in lots of things.”

“Then I’ll wash you in the shower—all proper-like.” He gives me a hot kiss that almost makes me forget about the shower. “You are adorable, you know that?”

Well, maybe men like Jase do go for that.

Instead of carrying me to the bathroom in the hallway, he walks straight to his room.