He lay between her legs, holding her wrists in one hand while he took his other hand and stroked the edging of her suit jacket, slipping under the hem to trace the skin that heated for his touch. “You have no idea the fantasies I’ve had about what was under this jacket, so primly buttoned, a teasing hint of lace taunting any man who saw you. You wore this in the stands tonight?”
Breathless, she nodded.
He slid a finger under the edge of lace, stroking the top of her right breast. Her breath caught as he casually traced the edge. “Did you go to the concessions stand dressed like this?”
She nodded again and tried to wiggle. He grabbed her hip and pushed her firmly against him.
“No moving. I’m in charge.” His stern words only served to excite her further. She waited, tense with anticipation. “You teased those poor men at the concessions and in the crowd? You’re a bad, bad girl.”
“They seemed to like it.” She breathed, her body tense with expectation. Was he going to stop? God, she hoped not.
“I’ll bet they did. And you liked to tease them, didn’t you?” He slapped her hip lightly with one hand and she gasped then moaned as heat flooded her. She squirmed, trying to press into his hard body, but he slapped her again. At her moan, his gaze narrowed. “You like it a little rough? Well, hang on for the ride of your life.”
She nodded, eyes wide. He caressed her hip then slapped it lightly again and she couldn’t help the loud gasp from escaping. “No, no, I think we need to slow down a little.”
He released her and stood, pulling her to her feet, waiting until she was steady on her feet before stepping away. “Strip.”
She crossed her arms and stared at him defiantly, a shiver running up her spine, her panties dampening at the ideas Jason was putting in her head. But a perverse part of her had to push back, just a little, to see what he would do.
He took two steps forward and, with one flick of his wrist, opened the buttons on her suit jacket. She gasped. “How?”
He shrugged, back in his pose against the wall, acting as if he didn’t care what she did. “It’s a talent. Now, strip.”
Her eyes traveled his length, this time catching the fine lines of tension bracketing his mouth, the tight shoulders, and the impressive bulge in his jeans. They were both adults and she was tired of going to bed alone. She slipped the jacket off and tossed it on the bed. She raised trembling finger to the blouse buttons, but he held up a hand.
“Slower.” His voice deepened, letting her know he was as affected by the growing sexual heat in the room as she was.
Time to switch the tables on in-control Friar. She slid one button out of the loop, popping it free, then another, and another, hiding the freed skin from his gaze with her hand. Finally, she reached the waistband of her skirt. She tugged the tails out and spread the fabric over her shoulders, easing it down and to the floor. Without breaking eye contact, she stood and faced him, unzipped her skirt and let it drop, clad only in panties and a lace bra, and thigh high garters. She started to kick off her heels, but he held up a shaking hand.
“Leave them.” His voice had gone hoarse, and his body almost quivered with anticipation. He cleared his throat. “On the bed.”
She bent slowly over the bed, and glanced back over her shoulder. Jason’s eyes darkened, the color of deep amber. He didn’t move, only waited for her next action. She smiled.Let’s see him wait through this one.
She arched her back, wiggling her butt slightly, as she climbed on the mattress. That must have been too much because Jason lunged across the small space, his shirt flying off and he covered her, following her down, without crushing her. She shifted, but he pinned her lower body with his, resisting the movement. He bent low, buried his face in her hair and inhaled, then pressed a hot, devastating kiss to the base of her neck.
She sagged as her body exploded with heat. He grabbed her hands and moved them to the top of the bed. “Leave them. Don’t move or I’ll stop,” he growled in her ear.
She shivered and obliged, her nerves singing in anticipation. The control implied in his rough tone excited her more than she ever expected. She normally hated being told what to do but giving herself over to him was freeing, and so exciting.
Jason didn’t make her wait long. He swept her hair to the side, pressing soft kisses to her neck and behind her ears. Her panties flooded with moisture and she squirmed beneath his firm legs that trapped her in place. His hard length poked through the jeans and into her butt. She nudged against it, trying to make him as crazy as he was making her. He squeezed his legs tighter, restricting all movement. “No more of that. Or tonight will be over before it begins.”
“Then get on with it.” Sexual frustration made her snap, irritated at the game playing.
He chuckled against her ear. “Makes me wonder what kind of men you’ve been with, Stacia. Clearly, not the right kind.”
“And you think you’re the right kind?”
He rubbed against her, and she moaned, desperate for closer contact. “I know I am.”
She wiggled again. His rock hard erection grew impossibly bigger against her. His grip slackened for a moment and she took immediate advantage, flipping over and landing on top of him. She turned until she was facing him, pressed against his body. His arms came up around her and he pulled her close for a drugging kiss. When they broke apart, both were breathing hard. He ran his hands up her sides to the straps of her bra. A quick flick and the bra gaped open in the back. He swept it away, allowing her breasts to rub fully against his chest, the sweet friction on her hard, sensitive nipples sending tendrils of fire to her core. She spread her legs around him and rubbed her center against the cock encased by his jeans, hitting the sweet spot, making her gasp.
He rolled her over. “I think you’re moving too fast. And you were naughty.”
Confusion, then recognition, dawned. She pushed aside her tiny sense of alarm that he could put her off-balance, easily taking charge away from her, the one who was always dominating the situation.
She pressed an open-mouth kiss to his jaw, sucking lightly at his pulse point. “You don’t seem to mind.”
He tugged her hands above her head. “Let’s try this again. Don’t move.”