Jaded (17 page)

“I’m not afraid of you,” she answered. Snaking her arm around his neck, she dug her fingers into his thick hair and brought his lips crashing against hers.

Jase picked her up, the force of his embrace causing her breath to hike. Instead of laying her down against the soft fur of the spread, he walked with her to the kitchen table. In one swipe he cleared the surface, the crashing sound of glass excited her. He pushed her down onto the flat surface. Bending over her, his face only an inch away from her, his eyes traveled across her lips, his long lashes hiding the look in his eyes. His hand rested on her hip and his other hand braced his weight next to her head. He dipped his lips to hers, nipping them. Her body arched in response. He growled low and nipped at her neck. Jade squirmed beneath him, wanting him to strip her and take her before she begged him to.

He stood back and pulled her toward him, his hands sliding across the high mounds of her chest. Jolts of pleasure stiffened her nipples, the feeling causing her to catch her breath. She had forgotten…she squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t want to remember, she wanted only to live in the present with the man who was making her feel things she’d never felt before.

“How does it feel, Jade, to want?”

“Terrifying.”

Jase moved over her, his lips hovering. “That’s the first honest answer you’ve given me.” He kissed her, taking her very breath away. His right hand slid down the length of her waist to the cradle of her hip, resting there before inching up her dress with his fingers. “I can smell your desire, Jade. Musky and hot, just like you.”

As his hand slid beneath the fabric, her skin trembled, the imprint of his palm burning into her flesh. She bit her lip, gasping in a deep breath. “Touch me,” she moaned.

“I’m going to do more than touch you, sweet Jade. I’m going to make you forget everything except me.”

He slid a fingertip across the damp satin of her thong. “You are very impatient, Jade.”

She answered his taunt with her body, arching and spreading her thighs ever so slightly, giving him more access. He pressed the heel of his hand against her aching mound. Gasping, Jade jerked against the pressure, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out for more.

She would not beg…

He moved his body away from her and she nearly grabbed him back, preventing his withdrawal, but she knew he wanted this as much as she, and she would be patient…for the moment.

He trailed his nose down her neck, inhaling her scent, then across her chest. Her breasts heaved beneath the heaviness of his breath. He nipped a nipple through the fabric of her dress and she could barely contain a scream. Her entire body was on fire, the throb between her legs so full she felt its waves pulsate to every nerve flash. And all he had done was kiss her and touch her panties. Could she survive the rest of his assault? She couldn’t wait to find out. His head traveled lower, stopping at her waist, where he nipped her again, his lips the only part of his body that touched her. She wanted so much more of him.

He pressed his hand to the hem of her dress and slowly pushed it upward, exposing hot skin to the cooler air. When his nose brushed against her swollen mound, only fabric separating his lips from her core, she rose against him. “Please,” she begged, “touch me.”

“I am,” he breathed, the heat of his breath infiltrating the fabric to the swollen lips beneath.

“Oh god,” she moaned. Her soft writhes would change into demanding gyrations if he didn’t do something more.

His breath on her bare skin was unbearable. She moaned, arching her hips toward his mouth. When he sucked her clit through the thong, she folded like a deck of cards. He increased the pressure and she exploded in his mouth. His hands steadied her hips and his mouth continued to drive her over one edge, then another. Her fingers clawed at the oak tabletop, her body spasming, her head rolling from side to side as she tried to hold on to something, anything, as her body ran out of control. Finally, she dug her fingers into his hair, her nails biting into his scalp. He answered the violence of her action by tearing his mouth from her. He reared his head back, his eyes glittering like blue lightning on a stormy night.

Jade gasped, the sudden disconnection tilting her spin out of control. Jase smiled, the gesture pure devil. He ran his hands beneath her skirt and pulled at her panties. The satin thong didn’t stand a chance against his strength. He ripped it in two and threw it to the floor. His fingers bit into the sensitive flesh of her thighs. His right hand moved so close to her core she could feel her body heat reverberate from him back to her.

He bent over her, his gaze holding her captive. She felt the quick flare of her nostrils as his scent mingled with hers. The cloying air around them held still, then it crackled with energy when he slid a finger deep into her hot wet sheath. Jade cried out, following the sound with a deep moan. “Is that what you want, Jade?”

Her thighs flexed taut, her body went rigid, her breasts speared the air. All she could do was breathe. Barely.

He moved his finger deeper into her and flexed the tip, hitting a spot she had only read about. She felt like she was going to turn to liquid and pour right off the table. She closed her eyes, setting her jaw, wanting the sublime pain of him to never go away.

She felt his large body move over her, his warm breath against her cheek. She could smell herself on his lips. She didn’t dare open her eyes. She didn’t want him to know she was addicted.

He slowly rotated his finger in a circular motion inside of her and she screamed. The tension in her body wound up so tightly, then unwound in such a juggernaut of pressure she couldn’t breathe. His fingers dug into her thigh and he took a nipple into his mouth while the finger inside her was joined by another. Wildly, she bucked against his hand. She could feel her pores open and the perspiration erupt, trying in a vain attempt to cool her heated body.

As the last moans racked through her, she found the courage to open her eyes. She stopped breathing. Seeing the planes of his face hardened in sexual tension, the look in his eyes so intense, fear shivered through Jade. She realized at that moment that this man making her body experience pleasure so intensely was also a very dangerous man. He had the power to ruin her.

In a sudden movement, Jase took himself away from her. The heat of the air was suddenly cold. Jade lay sprawled on his kitchen table, her lips pouty, her thighs parted, and her pussy swollen and weeping for him. He pulled her up by the arm. He kept her from falling by slipping an arm around her waist. He pushed her ahead of him, but kept a steady hand at her back. He dropped to his knees on the furry blanket, dragging her down with him.

“You have two seconds to get that dress off or I’ll take it off for you.”

Excitement flushed through her, and she quickly unzipped the clothing. Before she had the zipper halfway down, Jase yanked it all the way down, then pulled the garment over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Jase stared at her, then reverently reached out a fingertip to a pouty nipple. The touch sent shivers racing across her skin. Hiking in a breath, she sat on her knees facing him. “Perfectly beautiful,” he exclaimed.

He drew her toward him with his other hand around her waist. Bending his head to her nipple, he whispered, “I’ll never get enough of you.” Then he took her into his mouth. Not a gentle searching touch, but a possessive suck. Like a hungry man too long without sustenance.

Jade closed her eyes, the feel of his wet mouth sucking and tugging at her breast causing more havoc in her body. She was on the verge of sensory overload. If he didn’t show her some mercy soon, she would surely explode.

Grabbing his forearm to steady herself, Jade opened her eyes. His dark head at her breast sent an emotional thrill through her. She realized she had not touched him, not really.

She slid her free hand down the hard muscles of his back to his waist. Tentatively, she slid her hand beneath his shirt. The warmth of his skin surprised her. The smoothness of it surprised her more. Jase nipped harder at her and she arched. She couldn’t take much more of this, she wanted him naked and inside of her. So did Jase. He disengaged from her, and stood up. She remained sitting on her knees.

Without flinching, without breaking his gaze from hers, Jase unzipped his jeans. He shoved the pants down his legs to his thighs, then to his ankles. Then he kicked them off. Jade sat in stunned silence. He tugged the T-shirt off. He stood only in a pair of black boxer briefs. The complex compilation of muscle, bone, and skin awed her. He was a beautiful specimen. Not overly muscled, but thickly defined and lean at the same time. She didn’t look at the high rise in his shorts. Instinctively, she knew there would be no disappointment there. Eager to find out, she rose up and pressed the palm of her hand against the muscle of his thigh, her fingers nearly brushing his scrotum. Jase hissed a breath and his body tightened beneath her hand. She slid it up beneath the fabric, his skin gaining heat with each incremental inch she moved toward him. The heat of his balls surprised her, the thick hardness of his shaft excited her.

With her free hand she pulled down his boxers. His cock sprung from beneath the meager confines of the fabric. His ride was obvious. How could it not be? The thick length of him was admirable, the promise of delivery a no-brainer. She reached up and touched the glistening velvety head. Jase groaned and his body stiffened.

His sex smelled spicy, exciting. She wrapped her fingers around him and gently squeezed. He stood up on his toes, his hands clenched at his sides. “I’ve never touched a man like this,” she whispered against the straining head. “Or tasted a man like this.” Her tongue darted out and in a quick lick she tasted him. Jase moaned.

Her admission did him in. He bent down and pushed her back into the soft fur of the blanket. “I’ve never made love to a woman in this house.”

Jade smiled. “I feel honored.”

Jase rummaged for his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans. Quickly, he found what he was looking for. His eyes met Jade’s surprised look. “I’m always prepared.”

Expertly, he opened the condom and as he moved to put it on, Jade stopped him. She took the condom from him. “Let me.”

Like a pro, she slid it down the length of him. She just barely had it in place when he pushed her back into the fur. “You have me so worked up, Jade, I don’t know how long I can last.”

Slowly, she parted her thighs and pulled him down to her. “Let’s find out.”

When he entered her, Jade lost all breath. She hadn’t been prepared for the thick weight of him, or the way her swollen lips would welcome him as a lover long lost. The hardness of him made her feel like the epitome of femininity, and when he slowly began to rock against her, all thoughts fled her brain. He was hers, here and now, he was what fed her soul, her body, her lust. He was a drug, one she had no idea she needed to survive.

Like a heroin addict, Jase wanted more of her the minute he’d touched her. He slid his fingers deep into the thick softness of her hair and brought her lips to his. He wanted to barrel into her, to mark every inch of her, to let the world know this woman was his, that she was off-limits to any man. Lust rose and crashed like so many waves on a beach, one after another, until the pounding became part of the definition of the sand.

Their bodies slickened, their breaths hot and panting. Their hips moved in perfect synergy, her soft moans of pleasure music to his jaded ears. For the first time in his life, Jase had met a woman with passion for him equal to his passion for her. They were destined to be and he realized with crashing realization destined to never be. He pulled her closer, sinking his body deeper into her.

Jade wanted to cry, the sensations Jase’s body wrought from her overwhelming. Her perceived love she’d professed like a fool to Donny Le Blanc in the colonel’s barn, and what followed—her deflowering—didn’t come close to what she felt with Jase. Jase’s deep murmurs—telling her how beautiful she was, how good she felt, and how much more he wanted to do to her—excited her beyond reason.

Jase’s thrusts increased in momentum. Jade let her body go, wrapping her arms around Jase’s neck. She pressed her body full against him, her legs locked around his thighs. The pressure deep within her mounted, her nerve endings frayed and raw. He hit her sweet spot every time he thrust up into her. “Faster, Jase,” Jade called, her voice hitching on her breath. His thrusts pounded into her.

“C’mon, Jade,” he urged. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

Jade’s body tightened and she felt the wave build. Their sweat-slicked bodies slid and stuck, the friction between their skin nearly combusting. “Jase!” The wave hit her broadside, every nerve in her body lit up, then exploded, the starbursts lighting her brain.

Her body had barely peaked when he called out her name, his hoarse voice echoing through the room.

It was several long minutes before they moved from each other. Jase lay on top of Jade, his arm holding the majority of his weight off her. Jade didn’t mind, she liked the protective feeling his body gave her. He was big and strong and capable. She felt safe near him.

Jase rolled over onto his back, bringing Jade with him in the crook of his arm. She hesitated, and he caught her gaze. He cocked a dark brow. “After that, you want space?”

Heat flushed her cheeks. “I’ve never—”

Jase looked hard at her, his dark brows drawn. “What is it, Jade?”

She wanted to tell him she’d never had an afterglow with a man. She had tried with Donny, but he was too busy zipping up his pants. Later she understood why. She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them. “I’m not the woman you think I am, Jase.”

His arm tightened around her shoulder. “You’re much, much more.”

Those words meant more to Jade at that moment than she could have imagined. She smiled then and lay down next to him, resting her cheek against his chest. The steady beat of his heart so close was reassuring. She had no regrets for having had sex with him. Quite the contrary. She wanted more, soon. Then more after that.

“Why did you come here, Jade?”