His smile was possessive and proud. “Good. We’re on the same page, then, because I went to sleep thinking of you too. And wanting to do this again.”
His talented mouth pressed against hers, and Emma forgot about everything else. There was only Jason and Emma. All the worries and fears fell away. She opened her mouth and danced her tongue over his lips. With a rumble of approval, Jason opened up and took her in. Their tongues mated, and Emma clutched Jason’s biceps, excited and scared. Her body was on fire. She wanted him. Inside of her. Around her. Drinking her in, filling her up. He was a craving in her blood, one she could no more deny than she could her next breath.
Emma trailed her fingers over his muscular arms, and she drew in a breath when they came around her waist and pulled her in tight. A moan escaped her. He was so strong, so virile. She was safe and secure with Jason. Once upon a time, after Damian’s departure from her life, the thought of giving her trust to another man would’ve made her run the opposite direction. Wrapped in Jason’s strong embrace, she only felt cherished.
Jason lifted his head and saw the hunger in Emma’s sweet gaze. Christ, he ached for the taste of her on his tongue. Wanted to love her in every way possible. Watch as her orgasm took her into another world.
He stood and brought her over to the full-length mirror on the wall next to her dresser. He aligned the entire length of his body against her back. He could feel her trembling, and she closed her eyes. “No, look at yourself, baby. Open those pretty eyes and see what I see.”
Her eyelashes fluttered open, and her gaze locked on his in the mirror. “You are stunning, Emma. Every inch of you.”
“That can’t be me,” she replied, a note of nervousness in her voice. “I’m not stunning.”
Jason smiled. “You’re so unaware of your own appeal. How could you not know how sweet and sexy you are?”
“It’s just that I’ve never…been the type of woman to inspire words like stunning and sexy. I don’t know how to feel about that.”
As her ass cradled his cock through their clothes, Jason groaned. “I want this first time between us to be so damn slow and gentle that you can see just how beautiful you are to me.”
“Don’t most men want hard and fast?”
“I want both,” he admitted. “I want everything with you, baby.”
Jason’s voice dropped low and moved along her spine in a tingling caress. Well, she wasn’t going to quarrel with the man. If he thought she was some sensually tempting siren, who was she to argue? Still, there was one thing she needed to clear up first.
“First time we make love?” Emma asked, feigning innocence. “Are you so confident in your abilities that you think I’ll want more than one night with you?” she teased.
Jason stroked the length of her hair. “You better believe there’ll be more times to come.” He moaned low in his throat. “I’m not a one-shot kind of guy.”
“This is more than sex to me.” The instant the words slipped from her lips, Emma wished them back. Jason turned her to face him. In some ways, she felt more nervous than ever. He was an accomplished lover, and she’d seriously flunked the course. Yet, in another way, she felt more at ease with him than any other man, ever. She wondered sadly if it was that way for every woman he took to bed. If she was just another in a long string of women that he’d done this very thing with.
“This isn’t just sex for me either, baby,” he whispered.
Jason took her hand and led her over to the bed, then laid her down on top of the heavy, fluffy comforter. He came down beside her with his head propped up on his elbow and whispered in her ear, “Lift your dress for me.”
When Emma lifted the hem, dragging it up her thighs, Jason groaned. His hand covered hers. Every nerve ending sizzled with life as he helped her tug the material higher. Soon, her black panties were exposed. His gaze went on a slow journey down her body. When he caught sight of the silk covering her pussy, he murmured, “Now that’s a pretty sight.”
“I’ve never done anything…adventurous,” she admitted softly. “As a matter of fact, I’m so far out of my element here that I feel a little awkward.”
“I can see the worry creasing your brow, and the very last thing I want is for you to be shy and reserved with me.” He covered her pussy with his palm, stroking her through the thin material. “Let go of those insecurities, baby, and just feel.”
When she relaxed a fraction, Jason smiled, then leaned down to touch her lips with his. The kiss was light and swift, but enough to elicit a moan from Emma. “It turns me on to know that tonight will be as special to you as I know it will be to me.”
His hand moved upward and cupped one breast through the soft material of her dress. “So damn soft,” Jason groaned as he rubbed her nipple into a tight peak. When she begged his name, Jason rose to a seated position, then helped Emma unzip and pull the dress off. Soon she was totally nude, and he was finally able to look his fill. All that stood between him and paradise was a few inches of air. With her hair all around her shoulders and curling around one nipple, her eyes half-closed with passion and her lips swollen from his kisses, Emma looked like an offering to a god. For tonight, he was that god.
Jason left the bed and stripped off his c
lothes. Then he reached down and cupped the silky softness of her mound. He lay back down on top of her and pulled her close, breathing in her scent, feeling the way her heart raced out of control. As he stared into her heavy-lidded eyes, Jason asked, “Do you want me, baby?” He pushed his arousal against her thigh, proving just how badly he wanted her.
“Yes, so badly I’m ready to scream,” she cried out, squirming under him.
“Fuck, that’s sweet,” he cooed as he leaned down, rewarding her with a light, teasing kiss. He leaned his head back down to the pillowy softness of her breasts and squeezed them with his hands, kissing first one, then licking the other, relishing their fullness. He nuzzled his face in the valley between them, and Emma whimpered. Jason inhaled her sweet scent, deliberately driving himself mad. She was a powerful mix of heat and aroused woman.
He didn’t think he could wait another second to be inside her, but he knew he had to. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could. He wanted her to ache for him. To crave him. Because he’d sure as hell crave her after tonight.
Jason reached down between their bodies and caressed her tiny bud. She moaned, and he watched her twist and thrash as his fingers continued their torture. He delved his middle finger into her opening, letting his thumb slide over her swollen clitoris. She whimpered. Jason couldn’t believe how responsive she was, and every time she moaned, every time she squirmed, it drove him higher and higher. He closed his eyes as her pussy squeezed in a delicious tightening of muscle. He wanted his cock to feel that clenching in a bad, bad way.
“Christ, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” He wasn’t sure who would be the one begging by the time they were through. Then all thought fled as she began bucking wildly beneath him as her climax took hold. She groaned his name and came all around his finger. Several seconds later, Jason pulled his finger free of her and touched her mouth with it.