The air shifted with that kiss, swelled with past and present, pain and passion, love and loss. Until their lips parted, the air hung heavy with so many unspoken words.
Seconds ticked by, and then something seemed to snap between them, and they were kissing again—hot and wild—their hands exploring all over each other.
Jason barely remembered how his pants and boots came off, but he remembered everything about undressing Kat. He shoved her shirt upward and unhooked her bra. She tossed it aside and he filled his hands with her high, full breasts, and stroked her plump pink nipples.
He switched places with her, pressing her back to the wall, caressing a path down her arms, his gaze devouring her naked body. “I specifically remember saying ‘whatever you want,’ KandyKat.” He trailed a finger over a stiff peak, flicking it. “And I don’t think you’d argue that I’m a man of my word.”
“I wanted to do what I was doing.”
“Not as much as you want this.” He went down on one knee, his hands framing her slender hips, his lips brushing her stomach, pleased to discover her shoes were gone, though he couldn’t for the life of him say how. His gaze lifted to hers as he inched down her leggings and the barely there slip of black panties. At another time he’d have enjoyed admiring the scrap of fabric. Right now, he just wanted to taste her, lick her and hear her cry out his name. Those three things and he could die a happy man.
She kicked aside her leggings with his urging and his hands went back to her hips, his lips back to her sexy tummy. “Finally,” he breathed out. “I haven’t had you like this in far, far too long.”
She blinked down at him and then nodded. “Yes,” she agreed, her voice raspy. “Too long.”
His lips lifted at her admission, and he slid his hands around her delicious backside. “Remember you said that,” he insisted before he bent his head, brushing his lips over her hip, trailing kisses over her midsection, widening her thighs as he did, opening her for his touch. He explored the intimate vee of her body, his fingers teasing the slick wet heat of her sex.
She arched toward the touch, a soft sound of pleasure playing like music in the air, delicate and sensual, teasing his cock. He lifted her leg over his shoulder, lapping gently at her clit. She rewarded him with a whimper that had his cock jerking and left him craving another taste, more of her pleasure. Jason licked her, teased her, then spread the sensitive folds to press one finger and then another inside her, stretching her, caressing her. He knew just where and how to touch her to deliver her to release and he took his time, kept her on the edge, waited until she begged for more.
Her fingers laced into his hair, her breathing shallow, urgent. “Jason…I—oh…” She tensed and then spasms wrapped his fingers, intense, hard.
He licked her, suckled her, led her all the way to the height of pleasure, until he felt her muscles begin to relax. He softened his touch, bringing her back down, catching her around the waist when her knees buckled. He kissed her stomach before he stood up, scooping her off of her feet and into his arms, heading up a flight of stairs to the place she belonged for far longer than one night—in his bed.
7
MOONLIGHT SPILLED INTO the large master bedroom as Jason carried Kat to his king-sized sleigh bed. He settled her on her feet beside the nightstand and sat down on the bed, pulling her close.
She leaned into him, urging him farther onto the bed, and he didn’t argue. He turned and rested his back against the headboard. Kat followed him, straddling him, his shaft pressing to her backside, thick and hard, and pulsing with his need to bury himself inside her and feel the wet, tight heat of her sex.
Jason slid his hand into her hair and pulled her mouth to his. “I missed this, Kat. I missed us. I missed you.”
“Me, too,” she whispered against his lips. “Me, too.”
“Then stop saying this is just sex. We both know it isn’t.” He trailed his fingers down her cheek. “I love you, Kat. I always have and I always will.”
Kat pressed her lips to his, slid her tongue into his mouth, the sweetness of her filling his senses, and he tasted her reply—her fear and yes, her love.
Jason wrapped his arms around her, molding her closer, deepening their kiss, reassuring her he meant his words, understanding she needed to feel them, not just hear them. He told himself to go slow, not to push her, but she moaned, her tongue testing his, tangling with him, pushing him to give her more. More and slow didn’t compute, not to a man starving for her. His hands traveled her body, and she shivered with pleasure, the way she always had in the past. It drove him wild. He palmed her breast, teased her nipple, plucking it into a tight peak. She covered his hand, molding it over her, and broke their kiss. For an instant, their gazes collided, and he swore the connection sent a rush of heat straight to his cock.