Sweet Seduction Surrender (10 page)

I followed his instruction without hesitation, somehow finding the strength to roll over at his command. He grunted his approval, then spread my legs tenderly, lifted my hips a fraction off the bedspread, not far, and then guided himself inside.

It didn't take long for me to join in on the moment, how could I not with Jason pumping behind me, and panting above me, and moaning in my ear?

"Play with yourself," he instructed, a little breathlessly. And again I did exactly as he demanded, slipping a hand between the bed and my stomach, finding my almost too swollen clit and rubbing back and forth. "That's it, Kate. That's exactly what I want."

He was telling me this was how the game -
his
game - was played, and that all it took was what I was doing. Acting, not thinking. Following his directive so I could let go and taste life. Live.

It wasn't much to ask, was it? And on that thought I came soundly, screaming his name into the covers as he continued to pump into me, each thrust eliciting a small grunt from between his lips. Just as he was about to come, he grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted my head gently, but firmly, to the side so he could find my lips.

His orgasm was breathed into my mouth on a long groan of bliss. His movements slowed, as his erection slowly deflated, until finally he slipped out and slid his big body down my side. I was almost asleep already. Then he simply lifted me off the bedspread, cradling me in his arms and slipped me between the sheets, following in behind to wrap me up in his embrace.

"You did good, Kate," he whispered, laying a kiss in amongst my sweaty hair. It clung to my face and forehead, but he gently pulled the strands away and tucked them behind my ears. "So good, baby," he added.

"Is that what you wanted?" I said on a yawn.

"Oh, Kate," he whispered. "You are more than I could ever have imagined you'd be. Sleep now, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

I didn't need to be told twice. The heat of his body enveloped me. The hardness of his chest as it framed my back, matched only by the comfort and safety of his muscled arms wrapped around me.

Sleep was indeed easy to embrace with him by my side. In my bed. I dreamt of reality, not a fantasy that couldn't possibly compare. And throughout it all, I lay entangled with Jason, a man who pushed my limits in more ways than just one.

He challenged me without even saying a word, but the greatest challenge of all, was going to provide the largest reward, I was sure.

When I woke in the morning to his phone ringing on the bedside table, Jason was still there. I'm not sure why that surprised me. My cheek was resting on his chest. My body flush against his side. My leg over his thigh and his large frame curled into mine as his arm draped down the curve of my spine, where it came to rest with his hand cupped possessively around my hip.

I could not have been more content.

He rolled over slightly to reach his phone, but before he answered it, returned us both to our former positions. With my ear so close to the speaker I could hear both sides of the conversation.

"Cain," Jason said into the device with his usual gruff abruptness. From the tone of his voice you wouldn't have known he was naked in bed with a woman, let alone naked in bed with the woman he was assigned to protect.

I wondered how the rest of ASI - and in particular my brothers - would react to Jason and I getting together while under a lock-down. It wasn't really any different from the way Dominic and Genevieve started their relationship. She'd been under ASI protection too. So had Eva, Nick's fiancée. Both women falling for their saviours when under incredible stress.

I can't say I was under incredible stress, but the situation had been an acute one. Still, an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach thinking about both Dominic and Nick's overprotective reactions. Maybe we'd have to fudge the truth a little on the time-line of getting together.

"Lock-down's been lifted, bro," Eric was saying on the other end of the line. "You'll be pleased to know all operatives are recalled to ASI HQ for a debrief."

I knew Eric would think it was a relief for me that Jason could now leave, but I felt strangely hurt that he thought Jason would feel the same relief at being able to get away from my company. Of course, all of that was irrelevant now. The situation had changed. Still, it felt discomforting that Eric was aware of Jason's former dislike of me. Had our whole love-hate relationship been so obvious?

"Good. I'll be there as soon as I can," Jason replied, swiping the phone to disconnect the call before Eric could even reply. Giving the impression he was keen to get going. Maybe Jason wanted to keep how and when we got together from the gossip mongers at ASI as well.

The phone landed on the bedside table with a soft thunk and then Jason was facing me again, his hand brushing my hair from my face.

"You heard that?" I nodded. "I should get going," he added, but didn't move an inch away.

A small smile curved the edges of my lips.

"You going to be at Gen and Dom's this afternoon?" he asked, appearing as if he had no intention of getting out of this bed for a debrief.

"Ah, the barbecue," I said, trying to work out the date. Every second Sunday Dominic and Genevieve held a barbecue at their house. It was the only home big enough to take all of ASI, Sweet Seduction, ADK - Dominic's lawyers firm - and our combined extended family numbers. We were a big group now and Gen took great delight in rounding us all up each fortnight to relax and enjoy life. That was Genevieve, a real mother hen with a party attitude. "Yes, as always," I replied, except this time I wouldn't be watching Jason out of the corner of my eye. I'd be
with
Jason.

"Good," he said, giving a short nod of his head in approval. "Save a beer for me," he added.

All I could do was smile.

He smirked slightly, a wicked grin I was quickly getting used to.

"Now that that's sorted," he husked in my ear, as his hand started to stroke down my side making me shiver, "Go in the bathroom and turn on the shower." Another instruction. My heart rate sped up and a longing tugged low down in my belly. Wow, he only had to give a command in that soft, steady way and I was already wet. "Step under the spray and place your palms against the tiles. Spread your legs. Arch your back. And wait. I'll come to you." Pause. "Understand?"

I nodded, and without waiting for repeated instructions, slipped out from beneath his touch and from between the sheets, and walked straight into the attached bathroom. I heard Jason make that low growl of approval from the back of his throat as he rolled over onto his back in the bed. He was as turned on as me, and it seemed he got more aroused when I obeyed his directions immediately, without hesitation or argument.

For some inexplicable reason that made me moan, a soft sound from deep inside, leaving a flush in its wake as my body temperature rose to match the arousal within. If this was what it was going to be like, there was no question I'd made the right choice. I knew Jason would give me the best sex I had ever had, I knew it from the moment I saw him. From the moment I saw how he acted, how he spoke. The way he moved. Like a panther on the prowl, in charge of the world around him. Determined, focused. Powerful.

I'd known all of this just by watching, observing, the man. But to have it confirmed now was incredible. Fantastic. An utter turn on. Jason brought out the sex craved woman in me. No matter how much he wanted my body, I wanted his even more.

I waited only long enough for the water to heat up and then I stepped inside, closing the sliding glass door behind me. I let the water spray over my feverish skin briefly, then wanting nothing more than to have Jason here with me moving things along, I placed my palms readily against the cool tiles, arched my back as instructed, and greedily spread my thighs.

Water trailed down my back, little droplets that spread like hungry fingers across my skin. The shower spray was forceful, I'd had all the plumbing replaced in my bungalow when I redecorated, so the water rebounded off the tiles on the floor haphazardly. Several drops even managed to make their way up my thighs to land delicately against the tender flesh at the apex.

It was a beautiful kind of torture. Any stimulation was wanted, but it was so soft and ethereal almost, that it taunted instead of simply touched. I lowered my head and concentrated on breathing, trying to stop myself from panting in need and hunger and anticipation. All the while praying that Jason hurried up.

I don't know how long it took for the sliding door at my back to open and a waft of cooler air to rush inside the stall before the heat of his body ran down my back and legs. He didn't touch me, just closed the door behind him and when I went to look over my shoulder, instructed in a hoarse whisper that didn't even sound like him, "Don't turn around. Eyes closed."

I knew, of course, it
was
him, but the moment took on a surreal element. His voice sounded different, spoken in a way and tone he hadn't used in my presence before. It was entirely intentional, I was sure. That coupled with not seeing who the person actually was who entered the shower behind me, made unusual images flash though my mind. It also made me hotter. Wetter. Hungrier for his touch.

He stood right at my back for several long drawn out moments, then one finger dipped directly inside, between my legs. He hadn't touched me elsewhere. He hadn't given me any warning. Just the solitary finger dipping in until he could reach no further.

Panting was the least of my worries now, I'd started to make a whimpering sound that I had absolutely no control over at all.

A second finger, on the same hand, found my clit and started to rub gentle circles, bringing a rush of blood to the area, making the nerve endings start to scream for release.

"Don't come," he ordered in the same voice of before. My whimpering got louder. "Not yet," he added, then withdrew the finger and returned with two instead.

He started a steady rhythm up; in, out, rub against my clit, in, out, rub against my clit. He repeated the action again and again and again. Seconds passed. Minutes. Maybe hours, I'm not sure, but the tension built to an inferno inside, making me buck and writhe and moan loudly. I knew now that he liked to hear me, but in the closed confines of the shower stall, with the spray from the water dampening the noise, it sounded so erotic. Almost like an adult movie soundtrack. And it was coming from
me
.

"I have to..." I started to plead.

"You will not," he interrupted with finality.

"Jason," I begged and felt a hand wrap around the wet strands of my hair pulling my head back. Lips began trailing over the exposed flesh of my neck, then when he found a soft spot, sucked hard.

Oh good grief. I was coming apart. I couldn't contain it any longer. Every nerve had fizzled and zapped between my legs, low down in my groin. Every ounce of my concentration had been between my legs, on what he was doing to me there. But to suddenly have such powerful sensations at the other end of my body, up by my head, made the nerves splutter and spark and threaten to explode. Confusion reigned for several bliss-filled moments, and then clarity came crashing back in on a wave that was about to wash me away despite his directive not to come.

How the hell did he know to do that?

Just at the last moment, he either took pity on me, or could simply tell that I was not going to be able to deny my body any longer, because he rasped into my ear, "Now, Kate!"

My scream of release was deafening in the relatively small shower stall. My legs buckled, unable to hold my weight up anymore, but Jason wrapped an arm around my waist and held me upright, while he continued to kiss my neck and stroke my core, eking out the last of sanity, making me groan in delight, which quickly got mixed with a growl of approval from him.

Light flashed and faltered behind my lids. Thoughts and words came in broken sentences inside my mind. My body shook and shuddered, wetness that had nothing to do with the water from the shower trailed down between my thighs, coating his fingers and hand slick. He cupped me between my legs, no longer making any effort to stimulate me, well aware that for now I was at my limit, but the warmth and intimacy of his hand holding me there sent a secondary round of shivers and quivers throughout my body.

Jason was breathing as hard as me. His chest and stomach draped over my back, while his arm still supported me and his erection pressed firmly from behind.

"Baby," he finally murmured. "Are you all right?" His hand had slipped out from between my thighs and now rested against the tiles in front and to the side of my face, taking both our weight I think.

I just nodded, still too breathless and mindless to be able to say a thing. He held me like that for so long. Not asking for anything in return, just giving me time to come to terms with what I'd experienced. It had almost been shocking, that level, that intensity, of release. I had never enjoyed something so... well, the only words I can describe it are rather trite, but appropriate. It had been earth shattering, world altering. I could never go back to 'boring', never go back to my vibrator alone on my bed, ever again.

Jason had changed me. And I think he knew it. That's why he didn't say or do anything for several minutes. Just held me, breathed with me, let me accept what he'd shown me, what he'd given me, until I was ready to move on.

At some point I must have taken my own weight, because he pulled back slightly and reached for the shampoo. Then with infinite care he started to wash my hair, making sure to keep the suds out of my eyes when he rinsed it clean. He repeated the action with conditioner. Preening and grooming me like a mother would a precious child. His care and attention, his focus and steady pace, was so unexpected. A side of Jason I hadn't thought was there.

But he seemed lost in the moment, as though there wasn't anything more important than making sure I was taken care of. Everything he'd done was for me. His erection looked hard and straining, when he turned me toward him to rub liquid soap over my chest and arms. He must have needed relief himself, but his only concern was my well being. My comfort. Me.

He washed me with tender, but purposeful strokes. These were not to get me aroused as such, these were entirely for the task at hand. When he finally finished, I took the bottle of soap from his hand and returned the favour. The entire time his eyes, showing a deep chestnut colour laced with the familiar chocolate brown, never left my face. Neither of us spoke. What was there to say? The moment was special, intimate in a non-sexual way. Precisely what we both needed, I think.

By the time I'd touched every inch of his rather well defined and incredibly sexy body, I was turned on again. There was no point denying it. And now his erection looked angry and definitely needing some attention of the sexual kind.

I poured soap into the cupped palm of my hand, lifted my eyes to his briefly, then wrapped my hand around the thick circumference of his shaft.

He made a strangled sound, his body jerking and shuddering as his hand came out and slapped the tiles to the side of us hard. As if it was an involuntary movement, like a reflex action when the nurse taps your knee with that little hammer. I was surprised he hadn't anticipated that was where I'd be touching next. I'd covered every other inch of his glorious body, his erection was the last place left.

But he confirmed his shock by saying, in the sexiest, roughest voice he'd used yet, "Kate. This is not about me."

My eyes lifted to his, my hand still gently stroking, the spray of the water washing the soap away.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked. He swallowed thickly, then reached out with one hand to cup his palm around the side of my neck.

His thumb stroked the skin across my collar bone in time to my hand stroking him. Then, still holding my gaze, he shifted his hand to my shoulder and gently, but firmly, guided me to my knees in front of him.