“I, um…is there a place for me to sleep?”
His gaze shot back to her. Hell, yes, there was. My bed.
Her cheeks were stained a faint pink. Her lips were red and moist and with every breath that he took, Jason fucking inhaled her.
Strawberries.
Champagne.
He’d made a public claim on her at the restaurant. Did she realize that had been his intent? He wasn’t lurking in the shadows any longer. Everyone would know about them.
Every. One.
He stalked toward her.
She backed up. Since she’d barely inched inside his place, she only had a few steps to go before her shoulders bumped into the wood of the front door.
My, what big eyes you have…Her blue eyes were so wide as she stared up at him. Wide and fearful.
He didn’t want her fear. He wanted to see her eyes blazing with passion. Filled with desire for him. Not fear. When would she realize that he would never hurt her? Pleasure was all he wanted to give her.
His hands flattened against the wood behind her as Jason leaned in close to her. He wanted to put his mouth against her throat. Right there over her racing pulse as he tasted her.
Soon enough, he would.
Cat’s hands came up and her fingers slid over his chest, but she didn’t push him away. “We should’ve called the cops…”
“There was no tag on the bike.” He’d looked. “And no street cameras were around to capture the guy’s image. Local cops wouldn’t have been any use.” He had his own connections that he’d use to track the man down.
Then he’d make the jerk pay.
“You…you shouldn’t be looking at me like that.”
“How am I looking at you?” He loved it when her voice went husky and soft. Breathless. It was the way she sounded when she was in his bed.
“Like you want me naked.”
“I do.”
“Like you…like you want me now.” Her voice was even softer.
“I do.”
“Jason…”
“It’s you and it’s me. My home, not some hotel room. We’re safe here. No one can see you…no one but me.” He bent his head then and brushed his mouth over her neck. She gasped lightly and a shiver shook her. He remembered so much about Cat. About all of her sweet spots, and she was so very sweet. His tongue snaked out and lightly licked her skin. Her hands flattened over his chest.
“It was good between us,” Jason murmured. Better than good. Destroy-his-fucking-world perfect. “Don’t you want it again?” He pressed another kiss to her neck. “Don’t you want me?” Because she had to say it. Nothing could happen, not one thing, without her giving him the words that he needed.
There would be no mistakes this time. He couldn’t afford any.
But Cat wasn’t speaking. Cat wasn’t—
“Yes…” So soft. “I wanted you from the first moment that I saw you.”
A year ago. In a crowded Vegas casino. As if he could forget the moment he’d looked up and seen a woman with dazzling eyes and a trembling smile.
A woman he’d made his.
Even though he’d known he should stay far away from her. That one night had wrecked so many plans. And this night, well, it would change their future. Once he had her again, there would be no going back.
“Why do I feel this way?” She sounded lost. “No one else makes me feel like this.”
Hell, yes. His right had moved and his fingers curled around her hip. Then, slowly, inch by inch, those fingers rose, sliding up her side, moving to rest right beneath the curve of her breast.
“You touch me,” Cat said, “and I forget everything I should do.”
“There’s only one thing you should do tonight.” His mouth moved from her delectable throat to hover over her lips. “Be with me.” The world already thought they were together…now it was time for them to actually be together. “Be with me,” he said again, and his mouth took hers.
Jason knew he should have tried to be gentle. Tried to seduce with his lips and tongue—and he could seduce, but not then. The need he felt for her was too strong. The desire too intense. The kiss was hard and deep, consuming, taking.
Because he wanted all that she had to give.
Fear still snaked through him when he thought of that motorcycle. Fury heated his blood, mixing with the desire he felt for her. The desire he always felt.
He hated the damn fabric in his way, so Jason pulled back—just long enough to lift up her shirt and touch smooth, silken skin. His cock shoved against her. He wanted in her, and Cat…Cat was arching toward him. Her mouth met his with the same hot passion he remembered.
No going back. And, unless he got her away from that door in the next ten seconds, Jason knew he’d be taking her right there. His control was too thin. He started to pull away. But her hands curled around his shoulders and she pulled him back against her. She licked his lip, slid her mouth over his, and told him, “I wanted you every night for the last year.”
She broke him.
In that instant, with her soft confession, his control shredded. He yanked her shirt away. Didn’t even spend a second admiring the sexy red bra she was wearing. He pushed the lace out of his way and put his mouth on one tight, pink nipple.
Strawberries.
No, better.
He licked her. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, and his hands jerked at the snap of her jeans. Cat kicked her shoes away and her jeans hit the floor in the next instant.
More red. A scrap of panties.
She’d been wearing this when she planned to enter the Playhouse?
Jealousy twisted him.
His hands grew harder on her. Then he sank to his knees in front of her.
“J-Jason?”
He put his mouth to the red silk. Loved her gasp. Her hands flew back to his shoulders and— “Hold tight,” Jason ordered her as he glanced up to make sure she obeyed.
Her cheeks were flushed even darker and her eyes blazed. Passion. Pleasure. No fear.
He pushed her hips back against the door. Spread her legs a few inches more. Positioned her easily right before he ripped those panties out of his way. He was so much stronger than she was, and he could hold her up and—
Taste.
His tongue licked over her sensual flesh. She was bare, so smooth and sexy, and he could never get enough of her. An addiction had been born in the darkness of the night a year ago. He’d needed her, wanted only her ever since then. Just as she wanted me.
“Jason!” His name was a sharp cry on her lips.
He lifted her up more, holding her so easily. His tongue thrust into her, then he licked her clit.
She came against his mouth. Gasped and had him nearly erupting in his pants.
Need her. He licked her again, savoring her on his tongue, then he pulled back. Stared at her—so perfect. Slowly, the blood pounding hot and hard in his veins, Jason rose up. She trembled against him and he liked it. But he planned to do more than just make her tremble.
“Y-you’re still dressed,” Cat gasped out.
He wasn’t taking the time to strip. “Are you on the pill?”
She gave a jerky nod. Good, because he didn’t want to feel anything between. “I’m clean,” he told her. Flesh to flesh. That was what he wanted.
“So am I…”
There would be nothing between him and his wife. He pulled out his cock, the thing was so swollen that he ached, and he lifted her once more. He held her pinned between his body and that door. His eyes locked with hers before he took that first thrust. He wanted to see her as he took her. Wanted her to know—
There was no escape this time. No vanishing in the dark.
He plunged into her. Deep and hard, and pleasure ripped through him. She was tight, so tight and wet. Hot. Better than he remembered.
He withdrew and drove back inside of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her nails dug into his shoulders.
He withdrew. Thrust.
Again.
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Again.
Cat gasped his name.
He wanted her to come again. Wanted her to cry out with her release.
His thrusts were rough and fast. Demanding, but it wasn’t enough. He needed in deeper. Needed more. Needed everything.
His hold was too rough. His passion too hard. He should slow down but—
Faster.
Deeper.
Harder.
She stiffened against him and gave a little scream. He felt the delicate, inner walls of her sex contract around him with the ripples of her orgasm. That was all he’d been waiting for. Her release. He thrust into her once more, slammed balls-deep, and his climax hit him. On and on and on…the pleasure beat through his veins as he shuddered against her.
She held him so fiercely, as if she didn’t want to let him go. Good. Her nails had bit into his skin, and he wanted her mark on him. Just as Jason wanted his mark on her.
Her head lifted. Her eyes held his. Her legs were still wrapped around his hips, and he held her up with a steady grip on her waist.
She licked her lips.
His cock jerked inside of her.
Round two…
He had to kiss her again. Had to slide his tongue past her lips.
Slowly, carefully, he let her slide down his body. When she trembled, he steadied her. He let the kiss linger, just a bit more—need her—then he pulled back to hurriedly ditch his clothes. When he was done, Jason lifted her into his arms. Carried her to the bedroom.
He put her on the massive, four-poster bed. Where she belongs. Right there, with him. Jason stared down at her a moment.
“Jason?”
His cock was fully erect again. “It didn’t take the edge off.” Not even a little. Having her had just made him ache for her even more. One woman shouldn’t have that much power over him.
She did.
Her gaze fell to his cock. “You’re—again?”
Always. He put his hand on the mattress. Wanted that hand on her. “A year is a long time.”
She blinked at him.
“Too long…I’m going to be rough again.” He was trying to warn her. Control wasn’t an option. “It was too long.” It was all he could do not to fucking pounce on her.
Her blue eyes widened once more. “But…you’ve been with others…since us…”
He gave a grim shake of his head. His ring was on her finger. She hadn’t been in his bed. That meant no one had been there.
“Jason?” That lost note was back in her voice. “Why?”