She shuddered and wound her arms around his neck, pulling him close. His hips nestled into hers, and that quickly he was ready to go again.
“Jason?” she asked, her breath warm against his neck.
“Hmm?”
Her fingers tunneled through his hair. “I want you,” she murmured.
As if he needed more than her words to convince him, she rolled her hips against his. Warm, dewy moisture trickled between her thighs and he was lost.
He spread her legs, staring into her green eyes as he parted her with his aching member and thrust inside.
Lauren accepted him with a soft moan of pleasure. Nestled deep inside her body, knowing she’d already taken him in her mouth and given him that gift, Jason felt as if he’d come home.
The thought unnerved him before she rocked her hips and he couldn’t think at all. He started to shift and realized the couch wasn’t going to work well.
“We need to change positions,” he said.
She looked into his eyes and smiled. “Okay, let’s do it.”
He grabbed her hips and maneuvered them so he was sitting, and she sat on his lap, her thighs on either side of his, completely impaled on his throbbing erection.
Gripping his shoulders, she rocked back and forth, her body joined tightly with his, the movement sending shocks of sensation through his groin and spreading outward. Thoroughly in control, she rode him, gliding up and down, taking him into her body. All the while, he couldn’t tear his gaze from her face. She’d squeezed her eyes shut in the throes of passion, the most incredible sight he’d ever seen. And when her orgasm took hold, she pressed him tighter between her slick walls, bringing him up and over the edge along with her.
After a long, shared shower involving wet hands and soapy bodies and, on Lauren’s part, a distinct refusal to allow herself to delve too deeply into her feelings, her stomach grumbled. One hunger satisfied, another demanding attention.
“I’m starving,” Lauren said as she ran a brush through her hair.
“I worked up an appetite myself.” His eyes gleamed with a predatory satisfaction. “I think we’ve run through every place that delivers in both neighboring towns, so what did you have in mind?” He pulled his T-shirt back over his muscular chest.
“I don’t mind picking up burgers from The Diner. I’ll get a turkey burger. Cheeseburger and fries for you?” she asked, attempting to act as if her body still wasn’t quaking from his touch.
“Perfect. In the meantime, I’ll get started on that big hole in the wall.” He paused. “How about I call in the order ahead of time?”
“Thanks. That would be great.”
He reached for his phone and she noticed he was listening to voice mail first. He deleted the message, then turned to her. “Wh
at would you say to dinner with my father and uncle instead?”
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m pretty sure they invited you, not us.”
He shook his head. “The message was clear. They’re having a late dinner at Uncle Hank’s and would like us to join them. Gabrielle and Derek are going, too.”
Lauren raised an eyebrow, surprised. Wary. And a little nervous. “Why?”
“They didn’t say, but I can promise you they won’t treat you badly.”
“Gabrielle was nice the one and only time we met, but that was before…” She trailed off. Why go into the details of her family’s actions. “Do you want to go?”
He studied her then nodded. “I do. You?”
“I just don’t want to give your family the wrong idea about us, that’s all.”
“What wrong idea would that be?” he asked, sounding more curious than upset.
Lauren turned to face him. “We’re working together.”
“And sleeping together,” he said with a grin.