From Fake to Forever (Newlywed Games 2)

Answering awareness sprang into her gaze and her lashes lowered as she focused on his mouth. An instant later, she swayed toward him and their lips fused.

Meredith’s essence swept through his senses like a bright white light, clearing away everything but her. She opened under his mouth, her tongue slick against his, so hot and wet and tasting of erotic pleasures. She kissed like she did everything else—with abandon, purpose and raw sensuality. He could not get enough.

Her fingers danced along his spine and threaded through his hair, electrifying his skin wherever she touched. Meredith. She made him feel like nothing else ever had or would, as if only he could sate her carnal thirst, as if no other man existed for her.

It was powerful to know a woman like Meredith wanted him. So hot and exciting. Always had been.

Deeper. He plunged his tongue harder, mating with hers, bodies aligned tight. Those magnificent breasts brushed him and he wanted more. He snaked both hands to the small of her back and smashed her breasts against his chest, rubbing against the hardened tips he could feel through their clothes.

He dipped a hand in her skirt, desperate to feel her heated flesh. As he palmed her smooth, taut rear, the elevator doors opened.

Cursing, he tore his mouth from hers and guided her out of the elevator. “Hurry. We’re picking up right where we left off.”

The faster they reached the car, the less he could question himself about what he was doing. Hell, he already knew where this was going, but he lacked the incentive to stop it. His body screamed for her touch and he wasn’t going to say no. Not this time.

He’d worry about angles and leverage and Meredith’s odd hold over him tomorrow. Tonight, he wanted to live in the moment and forget about everything else.

Seven

Jason’s hand never left Meredith’s waist, burning through her clothes with delicious heat. She shivered, nearly stumbling over the curb as he ushered her into the car.

What in the world had gotten into him? If she’d have known a few stolen sketches would bring out his inner Vegas, she’d have scrounged up some long ago.

That kiss had been hot. Like she remembered. Dare she hope this was the start of Amazing, Part II?

“Don’t tease me, Jason.” She scooted across the backseat of the black town car. “If we’re on our way to eat and not my hotel, I’m going to push you out of the car at a very high speed.”

The moment he took his seat next to her, he hit the button to raise the panel between the driver and the backseat. The panel whirred, but before it fully nested into place, Jason’s mouth was on hers again.

Tipping her head back, he drank from her, tongue tasting her again with the same heat and fervor as he had in the elevator. Well, then. Hotel it was.

She moaned as his mouth rediscovered hers, waves and waves of hot pleasure soaking her with need. Never one to let a man lead, she hiked her skirt up so she could climb into his lap, her lips never leaving his.

Their hips aligned and his hard length rubbed against her core. A long spike of desire tore through her. Oh, yes, exactly. She needed this man right now. She rolled her hips, grinding faster, and they groaned in unison.

“Jason,” she breathed and nearly came apart at the simple taste of his name on her tongue. A sob rose in her throat and he caught it with another long kiss.

“Right here, baby,” he murmured and two fingers slid past the barrier of her panties to explore her damp heat.

Forcefully, he twisted into her, letting her ride his hand as a frisson of white-hot heat flushed over her. Rocking against him faster and faster, she writhed and sparks gathered at the pressure point.

More. Popping the button on her shirt, she palmed her breast and yanked her bra’s cup down, offering her nipple to his already-questing mouth. As he sucked it between his teeth and laved the tip with his firm tongue, his thumb circled her nub and that was it.

She came on a thick flood of release, moaning his name and riding the ripples to a finale the likes of which she hadn’t experienced in two long years. Slumping against him, she locked her lips against his neck as he stroked two more echoes from her core long past the time she’d expected the climax to end.

“We’re here,” Jason murmured and withdrew his fingers so sensuously and slowly, her muscles involuntarily clamped down again. “We have to get out.”

“Then...stop making me...come.”

His wicked laugh put a smile on her face as she reset her clothes. Which didn’t take long; Jason was very skilled at finding her sweet spots. Was it any wonder she couldn’t move on from a man who made her climax prior to the end of a seven-minute car trip?

He held her hand as he hustled her to the elevator bank. Once in the elevator, he nuzzled her neck, murmuring a few choice phrases about what else he planned to do to her when they got to her room.