Winning Moves (Stepping Up 3)

“I need—” she started. “Jason, I—”

“Me, too,” he said. “Me, too, baby.” He lifted her, and shifted his throbbing erection between them, the idea of finally being inside her consumed him.

Kat wrapped her hand around the base of his erection, and he could feel himself thicken with the touch, with the anticipation of what was to come. She guided him to the blessed wet, slick heat of her body and he was breathing hard, shaking inside with need, trying to resist pushing inside her, rather than waiting for her to take him there. When she reached down and parted the V of her body, touching herself, he just about snapped. He’d been hard a long time, an impossibly long time.

For the sake of his sanity, Kat noted. She pressed his throbbing shaft inside her, biting her bottom lip on a sound of pleasure when she did, her lashes fluttering as she slid down his length taking him all in.

The torture of the wait was so worth this moment. Kat was hot and tight, and oh so wet for him, and she felt so good.

He had no idea how, but a little piece of unwanted reality slipped inside the pleasure. Damn this reality thing that kept intruding in the middle of the best and worst of moments. They weren’t using birth control.

“Kat—”

“The pill,” she whispered, reading his mind as she often did, and lacing her fingers behind his neck, her nipples teasing his chest.

The pill. For a second, he didn’t move, feeling the blunt edge of yet another bite of reality in the part of Kat’s life that he’d tried to never think about. Of course she’d had other lovers, and he had no right to even go there anyway. He’d lost her, and he’d deserved to lose her, too. Taken jobs she’d asked him not to take. Asked her to give up work she wanted to accommodate his career. He’d taken her for granted and he had to prove himself to earn her back. Worse, he had no doubt she’d seen him as unchanged, a selfish ass, when he’d left her in Denver, expecting she’d wait on him. It really had killed him to leave her and meet his obligation to Stepping Up.

Jason slid his hands up her back, bringing her mouth to his, planning to confess just how wrong he’d been, how much he regretted the past. “Kat—”

She brushed her lips over his. “Don’t do this now. Please. I just want to be with you. I want to pretend nothing else exists for just right now.” She didn’t give him time to object. She kissed him, took his mouth and drugged him into a spell of her taste, her tongue and her body slowly rocking against his.

Raw hunger rose inside him, the past fading into the present. He moaned into her mouth, pressing her down against him, and lifting his hips to thrust. Her sex tightened on him, clamped down and took him hard and deep. Her fingers were in his hair, soft little touches that sent shivers down his spine. And her kisses, those delicate, sweet lips that could be so wild and wicked, and everything he wanted them to be. He was hungry for her, and she was hungry for him. It was in the air, in their every touch, taste and moan. If they could melt into each other, become one, they would have.

Kat leaned back, her hands behind her on his thighs. Jason’s hand settled on her flat stomach, pumping into her even as she rode him in an erotic dance, her beautiful breasts swaying with the rhythm, her tight little nipples begging for his mouth. He wrapped his arm around her slender waist, his hand palming her breast, kneading it before he suckled one nipple, alternately licking and flicking it with his tongue, and then sucking it deep into his mouth.

She spiked her fingers through his hair, her moans turning to sexy little purrs of pleasure that were driving him wild. Jason pushed her hard against his hips, thrusting into her. “Yes,” she moaned, burying her face in his neck. “So…good. I…Jaso…n.”

His name on her lips, asking for pleasure and for release, drove him over the edge. Jason couldn’t get close enough to Kat, couldn’t pump hard enough or go deep enough inside her. Harder, faster. The room disappeared, the past faded. There was only this moment, there was only Kat, being with her, holding her, loving her and pleasing her.

He could feel the tension stiffening her body, and the tightening of her arms around him. The sweet sound of her gasp came an instant before her sex reacted, rippling with release, with her pleasure that became his.

Sensations spiraled through Jason. He pressed Kat down and lifted into her, shaking with the intensity of his completion. Burying his face in her hair, the scent of it—so soft and feminine, so her—relaxing him.