You Really Got Me (11 page)

Oh my God.
Her skin heated and sizzled, flames burning her from the inside out.
Jason
. His hands moved over her, big and strong, his mouth closed over hers, his tongue sliding in and out in a slow erotic rhythm. She moaned with pleasure as they stood there, naked torso to naked torso, kissing and touching and wrapped in each other’s arms.

Her head fell back as his mouth moved down to her throat, licking and gently sucking. More soft noises leaked from her mouth, helpless noises, aroused and needy noises.

His hands brushed the straps of her bra off her shoulders so they drooped down her arms and the cups gapped away from her breasts. And then his fingers slid inside one cup and found her nipple, shooting pleasure straight to her womb. She gave a soft cry, arched her back, let him find the clasp behind her and remove the lacy lingerie. Her breasts filled his hands in an exquisite caress, and when he gently squeezed, heat exploded in her, radiating outward from her core. His thumbs rubbed over tight nipples, and her body contracted as sensation sizzled across her flesh.

“So soft,” he murmured, thumbs brushing back and forth. “So tight and pretty.”

His words inflamed her even more, and when his hand slid down her belly, over the zipper of her jeans and then slipped between her legs where she throbbed hot and wet, she gasped. He cupped her there, holding her pulsing pussy.

“Hot,” he whispered, kissing the top curve of one breast. “I can feel how hot you are.”

“Yes.” She was burning up, fevered with need. “Oh, yes.” She parted her legs a bit, canted her pelvis forward, pushing into his palm in needy supplication, seeking pressure on just the right place…

He rubbed, starting a buzzing, a hot tingling and then withdrew his hand.

“Wanna be inside you,” he muttered, lips against her jaw. His body vibrated against her and a faint sheen of perspiration glowed on his skin. “Want you to come with me inside you. Want you to come all over my cock.”

His words melted her, right into a dripping puddle, she could barely stand, her legs went so soft. And then he went to his knees in front of her, unfastened the button of her jeans and dragged down the short zipper. He tugged them down over her hips, taking the lilac lace thong with them.

“You smell good, baby,” he whispered.

Heat scorched her cheeks and she blinked rapidly, tremors shaking her body. This man amazed her. The tough, taciturn, reserved police chief was a sex god who’d say anything and who knew how to melt her panties right off her.

“So sweet,” he continued, lifting one foot, letting her flip flop drop to the carpet and drawing the jeans off. When he lifted the other foot, she reached for his shoulders for balance and was in for another erotic shock when he held her foot to his mouth and kissed it. Then kissed his way up her calf. She wobbled, her supporting leg weak and shaky, ripples of pleasure flowing from his mouth over her body. When he reached the inside of her knee, his tongue lingered after the kiss. She watched, fascinated, hands clutching his shoulders, feeling like she existed in a glow of heat.

“Jason. Oh my God.” If he was trying to soften her up so she’d let him tie her up or…or…something…it might be working.

He pressed an open mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh and lowered her foot to the floor. Then he pressed his mouth to her curls and stayed there for a long moment, eyes closed. When he moved, he eased her folds apart with his thumbs and gently licked between them, over them. She gasped, grabbed his head. He made a low sound of pleasure.

He rose and took her hand, and led her to the bed. She sat on the side while he removed his jeans, revealing the rest of his beautiful body to her.

Her eyes traveled over wide shoulders, flat slabs of muscles on his chest, and the ripple of defined abs. A soft sigh escaped her at the sight of the indentation of his navel, and her lips parted as she took in the thickness of his cock jutting from a dark patch of hair. The skin over his hips and upper thighs was paler, the rest of him darkly tanned, the muscles in his long legs flexing as he stepped out of his jeans.

He watched her too, never taking his eyes off her, and her fingers curled into her palms at her sides at the powerful eroticism of it. Her womb clenched hard, and she swallowed, gazed back at him wide-eyed, heart hammering, pulse leaping.

She wanted to reach for him, to touch his cock, enormous and ridged with veins, so blatantly masculine and sexual, and her hands lifted, but he pushed her to her back, standing between her thighs, looking down at her from a position of utter domination. “I won’t tie you up,” he said, voice gruff. “As long as you do what I say.” He easily picked her up and turned her on the bed so her head was on the pillows. “Hold on to the headboard.”

She blinked up at him and he held her gaze. She studied his face. Even with his air of command and the stern order he’d given, he was compromising, giving her this in exchange for something else, and something inside her heated and softened. At that moment she knew she would let him do whatever he wanted.

But she wasn’t going to tell him that. Not yet.

She reached for the spindles of the wooden headboard and curled her fingers tightly around them.

His face softened and he climbed onto the bed and kneeled before her, then lifted her legs, hooked his hands under her knees and drew them up, slowly pushing them back toward her, opening her to him. She sucked in a sharp breath as his gaze dropped to her pussy, displayed for him wantonly. Flames burned at her, licking over her flesh as he stared at her there in that most intimate place.

Dear God, it was insanely arousing, wicked and brazen. She watched his face, watched him lick his lips and another flood of heat surged in her pussy.

“Kendall. Wanna taste you again. I know how sweet you are. Right here.” He slid a finger through her folds, lifted it to his mouth and sucked, eyes meeting hers.
Oh my God.

He pushed her legs farther apart then released her, letting her hold them there for him, and he slid his hands beneath her bottom and lifted her pussy to his mouth.

His skin abraded her, rough with whiskers, his tongue scalded her as he licked her, up and down, licked around her quivering clit, until finally,
finally
he dragged his tongue firmly over it. She cried out, her hands tightening even more on the spindles.

“You said…” She wheezed out the words, tried again. “Inside me. You said you wanted to be inside me.” Because if he wasn’t soon, it was going to be too late. Her climax was building, slow, hot, inexorable.

“Next time,” he murmured, lips against her pussy, and after a few more long, luscious licks, he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked. Her body jolted as if electrified, sensation whipping around her, over every nerve ending, tightening into a sharp point of pleasure that then burst into a shower of sparks against his mouth.

“Oh God!” She couldn’t stop the broken cry that fell from her lips, her head tossing on the bed. “God, Jason. Oh my God.”

Chapter Eight

Jason breathed deeply, his heart hammering against his ribs, the taste of Kendall on his lips and tongue as he slid up beside her. He seemed to have some kind of instinctive response to her natural submission, to her need to be dominated. Even though she denied it, and even if he swore he wasn’t going to go there, it was all to no avail.

He was trying really, really hard to go slow, to not be too aggressive, to not scare her. He took pride in his self-control, so important when dominating a woman, but man, she almost made him lose it. Like he had the other night at her house.

He’d gone there to talk to her, knowing he should stay away, but drawn to her irresistibly. And they’d ended up making out on her couch like goddamn teenagers.

Now, the lamplight highlighted the smooth curve of her hip and one breast, shadowed the dip of her waist, gleamed off the sweet curve of her mouth, that full lower lip, shaded her eyes where long lashes fanned onto flushed cheeks. She continued to hold onto his headboard and the sight of her sweet obedience made his blood rush hot.

He still had doubts, but lust and a desperate need to make her feel good burned them away like a blowtorch. He knew he had to earn her trust, and he was determined to do that, by not pushing too hard, by taking things slow, by showing her how good it could be.

Arousal surged between his legs, hot and throbbing, and he slid his hand around her neck, cupped her face and kissed her. Her mouth opened with a soft groan and she turned into his embrace, one leg sliding over his.

“You can let go now,” he murmured against her mouth, rubbing his nose against hers. “Loved how you came apart against my mouth like that. So hot.”

She made a little noise, burrowed closer to his chest, and though his body ached and throbbed to be inside her, he made himself lay there and kiss her for long moments, letting her get ready again, ’cause he was going to make her come again. He inhaled her sweetness, tasted her softness as their mouths and tongues moved together.

Her hands moved over him now they were free, fingers dancing over his skin, digging in, then releasing, pulling him closer, and when she arched her hips against him, his brain melted.

Now. Jesus, now. He rolled her to her back and moved over her, pushing her knees up and back, centering himself against her softness. He stroked the head of his cock up and down her swollen, wet slit, the glide of scalding wetness sending cascades of white-hot pleasure right through him. The base of his spine tingled, pressure built, and aw, geez, he wasn’t even inside her yet.

What the fuck was his problem? He was about ready to blow his load and hadn’t even entered her. He was worse than a horny teenager, for chrissake.

Jesus. A condom. With a low groan, he dragged himself away from her and out of the bed to find one, rolling it on even as he walked across the bedroom back to the bed. He slid in beside her again, then over her.

He began to ease into her, her heated flesh closing around him in a tight clasp. Flames started erupting in his balls, drawn up tight beneath the base of his cock, and he stopped, gasping for air in short, hard pants. “Kendall.”

Her hands explored him, sliding over his shoulders and down his back, clutching his ass to pull him closer.

“No,” he ordered. “Hands on the headboard again.”

“I want to touch you.”

He went still, fighting again for control. “Kendall. Do what I say.”

“I want to touch you,” she repeated stubbornly.

Even as he admired her spirit, he gritted his teeth. If she touched him again like that, he was going to lose it.

“Hands. On. The. Headboard.”

He watched her lift her arms again, her mouth set in a pretty pout. “I want you inside me. Please.” Her breath hissed out at the request.

Amusement tugged his lips into a reluctant smile. She’d obeyed him so sweetly, but still pushed back. “Who’s in charge here?”

Her bottom lip jutted a bit more.

He bent and gave that lip a nip. “Babe.”

She sighed. “You are.”

“Right. Remember that.” And just to prove a point, his game plan shifted and he withdrew and rubbed the head of his cock over her slick folds. She groaned.

He tortured her—hell, who was he kidding, he tortured them both—for a few more minutes before finally pushing inside her, a long slide of hot sex, and she lifted to meet him. The clasp of her pussy around him sent him off again, and he couldn’t stop it, couldn’t hold back, thrust into her again and again, hot, hard. Her legs wrapped around him, those long slender legs he’d wanted to feel just like this, just like his fantasies. With her hands holding his headboard, she used her legs to hold him, and fuck, that was the hottest thing ever. He felt her pushing up into him, looking for her own climax. Again. When she cried out, the electric sparks at the base of his spine grew, spreading through his veins, and a long groan tore from his lips as fiery sensation raced up his spine and he erupted inside her.

Christ, it was good, so good to come inside her, this time, to be inside her, to be with her like this. He fell over her, chest struggling to draw breath, heart thumping wildly, his body slick with sweat slipping against hers. She made a soft noise and he realized he was crushing her. He reached for her hands and uncurled her fingers from around the headboard, then shifted his weight to the side, bringing her with him, still inside her, still hard, her body still pulsing around his.

He held her to him, absorbing her softness, dragging the smell of her, of them together, into his lungs, her breath a soft sigh against his jaw. She tightened around him, once, twice, small contractions that told him she was still coming. Wow.

Wow.

“Kendall.” He closed his eyes, pressed her head against him, turned his face into her hair and kissed it, breathed in the scent of her shampoo. “Christ, Kendall.”

For a long time, they lay wrapped in each other’s arms and tangled sheets, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Jason stared at the wall, striped with moonlight filtering through the blinds on the window, then let his eyes drift closed in the languorous afterglow.

He’d heard about it, but had never before experienced that feeling of “clicking” with a submissive, of being so perfectly in tune with the signals she gave off. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted before she even knew it, and knew how to give her pleasure. It reassured him that he was right, right about her, that they were headed for something incredibly intense together, an erotic and intimate bond like nothing he’d ever had with a woman. It made his vows to repress his dominance feel useless…and wrong.