From Fake to Forever (Newlywed Games 2)

She let it wash over her, murmuring his name.

When she recovered, she popped one eye open. “Are you planning to join me at some point? Never mind. You don’t have a choice.”

While he was busy trying to romance her, she just wanted to put her hands on his naked chest, straddle him and ride into oblivion until they were both spent.

Before he could think of another way to prolong the agony, she jackknifed up from the bed and drew off his suit jacket, tossing it to the floor. Their gazes met and held as she unbuttoned his shirt. A powerful unspoken sense of awareness and electricity passed between them, darkening his expression.

She let the shirt fall from her fingers as his hands tangled in her hair, drawing her head backward so he could nibble at her throat. After what was surely an eternity, she spread her hands on his bare chest, fingertips memorizing the hard muscles.

“I want all of you,” she murmured and quickly divested him of the remainder of his clothes, while he peeled her out of the outfit he’d given her.

When he was gloriously bare, she indulged herself in a good, long perusal. Mouth slightly quirked up, he stood still as she soaked in the perfection of Jason’s body, especially the jutting arousal that signified how much he wanted her.

It was a thing of beauty.

And she wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel. Kneeling before him, she ran her tongue along his hard shaft until she felt his fingers grip the back of her head. Instantly, she remembered that meant he was ready for more. So she drew him into her mouth and sucked until he pulsed against her tongue.

Harder and harder she sucked until he groaned and locked his knees, then came in a rush that left her feeling wickedly powerful.

“And now for the main course,” she announced and backed him up to the bed where he collapsed in a heap, groaning her name. “Wait here.”

She dashed to the bathroom to clean up and retrieve a dozen condoms—because if history was any indication, they’d need them all.

When she returned to the bed, he hadn’t moved, as instructed. He lay there, arm over his eyes, clearly recovering from the massive orgasm she’d given him.

Shamelessly, she climbed up the length of his body to kiss him soundly. “Miss me?”

The arm moved and his dark gaze fastened on hers. “Much more than I should have. You weren’t gone that long.”

Oh, my. There he went being sweet again. She’d mostly been kidding. What was he trying to do to her? “Here I am.”

She squealed when he flipped her under him, and then his tongue was in her mouth, so she wisely let him kiss her senseless. All vestiges of humor drained away as his hands caressed her, taking her deep under his spell. The world fell away and became nothing more than a sea of sensation. When he lifted his head, breaking the long kiss, she whimpered.

“Just a sec,” he whispered and sheathed himself one-handed, then parted her thighs.

Yes, oh, yes. She thrust upward as he entered her and they joined completely, inch by delicious inch.

Wrapping her legs around him so he couldn’t move, she cupped his jaw and just looked at him for a moment. His heated gaze locked with hers. The moment stretched, filling her with the strangest sense of awe.

Jason was here. He was with her, inside her, surrounding her. Her heart shifted and resettled and finally felt as if it was in the right place. She almost cried out with the perfection of it. Only at that moment did she realize the sharp pieces of her fractured soul had been digging into her for two years. And in one instant, Jason had healed her.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

Oh, no. She’d said that out loud.

They’d never made love before. They’d had plenty of hot, dirty sex. But that had been before she went without him for two years.

She liked hot, dirty sex, like the fully clothed orgasm she’d had in the car while throngs of people raced around them, oblivious to the couple getting it on inside. Sex was part of her due as a human being, and she’d always made sure to get plenty of it. All at once, she wanted something more.

And it scared her. Making love wasn’t what she and Jason did. He wanted wild and crazy, like they’d had in Vegas, for one night. He liked that she brought out that side of him, which wouldn’t happen if she got all maudlin.

Besides, this was a relationship with an expiration date and they’d both agreed to that. For crying out loud, they were days away from signing divorce papers. What had gotten into her?

Clamping down on all the emotions, she smiled wickedly as he stared down at her, clearly at a loss about what she was asking for.

“But not like this,” she said and flexed one hip to roll him off her. Fortunately, he let her because there was no way she could have moved a man his size with her own strength alone. Then she slung a leg over his waist.