He snagged her keys from her hand and stalked out the door. She slowly sank onto the couch, surprised her knees had held her that long. She had not expected such resistance from Jason, thinking their time in Kansas City had forged a truce between them. Apparently, she had a lot to learn about him. And he would find her not so easy-going and susceptible to his charm as he thought.
He slammed the door and rolled her suitcase to the living room. “Night.”
“Wait.”
His shoulders slumped and he turned around, strain evident on his face. “What?”
She stood, then closed the short distance between them. She placed a hand on his forearm. His muscles flinched and tensed under the small caress. “Thank you.”
“Shit.” He grabbed her arms and hauled her close, his lips swooping down and crushing hers in a punishing kiss.
She curved her hands around his back, tracing his muscles, and clutching him closer, clinging to him for support and to stay upright. Sexual heat flared anew, driving all rational thought from her brain, leaving her awash in sensations buffeting her from all sides. He slipped his tongue past her lips, a driving force igniting her senses, and her knees sagged. He cupped her bottom, pulling her closer where she had no doubt of his intentions. His brain may have been saying no, but his body ruled now and it was screaming yes. He pushed her against the wall and speared his hands into her hair, tilting her head for a deeper kiss. He stroked down her body and tugged her blouse out of her skirt. Within moments, her skirt fell to the floor. Cool air caressed her legs. She shivered slightly, clad only in thigh high garters, lace panties, her blouse and heels. He leaned back and his hot gaze traveled down her.
“Like the view?” She forced the words out of her tight throat, licking her dry lips, trying to regain control of the situation.
He laughed and bent down for another kiss. Stacia tugged his shirt out of his jeans and stroked the hot skin, tracing the taut muscles of his torso. She slid her hands under the waistband and paused, breaking the kiss to stare up into his whiskey-colored eyes.
“Forget something?”
His mouth quirked in a crooked smile. “Nope. Find something you like?”
“Oh yeah. Off.”
He glanced around the room and jerked his head toward the big picture window in the living room, the curtains wide open for anyone to see in. “Not here.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her upstairs.
So much for sleeping on the couch. Her back would be grateful tomorrow, as would the rest of her, if the past few nights were any indication. They stumbled up the stairs in silence, the sexual tension thick in the air, anticipation singing in her veins. The only light in the darkness came from the room to the immediate left of the stairs. The moon shone through a skylight directly onto the bed, lending a mystical and ethereal quality to the room. She paused in the doorway, mouth open. He stopped and looked back.
“That’s gorgeous!”
“Yes.” His gaze was only on her. “C’mere.” She started to kick the shoes off, but he stopped her. “Leave them.”
He fell on the bed and tugged her so she fell on top of him, her legs straddling his hips, his length riding high and hard between them. She settled against his knees and unbuttoned her blouse, one small button at a time, her gaze intent on him. His eyes darkened and he reached for her. She shifted out of reach and pulled her blouse together.
“No, my turn.” She had to do this, had to regain some control before she lost herself in him again. Besides, he had his turn. She wanted to play now.
He frowned but settled his hands back on the bed.
“On second thought.” She leaned forward, the edges of her blouse teasing his chest and face. She grasped his hands and tugged them up to the headboard. “Your turn to stay still.”
He glowered at her but gripped the headboard railing as directed. She slid down slowly trailing the shirt and fingertips down his chest until she was sitting back against his knees. “Where to begin?”
“You’re enjoying this too much.” His voice was hoarse and deep, showing her how she had affected him.
She laughed, a low throaty sound that thrilled her. Finally, she sounded like a sex siren. The power was intoxicating, having a virile, sexy man in her thrall. “I haven’t even begun to enjoy this yet. Hang on, Friar. It’s going to be a long night.” She quickly unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and tossed it out of the way, revealing a white lace bra. “Now you.”
She ran her hands from the waistband of the jeans up his shirt, then she started unbuttoning, caressing each bit of skin and pressing hot kisses to every exposed piece of flesh as she uncovered it, adding the occasional swirl of tongue to taste the hint of man beneath. She brushed the fabric to the side, stroking his nipples as she did so. He jumped. She lifted her hands immediately and cocked her head. He shuddered but settled.
“Very good,” she purred. “You deserve a reward.” She leaned forward and sucked hard on his nipple, then nipped and licked it. Jason’s back bowed and he thrashed his head, but his hands never left the headboard. “For all your little games, Jason, I think you like someone else in control.”
Drugged with power, she kept him pinned, and lashed his nipple again, alternating nips with soothing lashes. Her limbs were heavy and her core throbbed with arousal at every groan he made. She clenched her legs, rubbing against his thigh, moaning at the spike of electricity.
Without opening his eyes, and through gritted teeth, he growled, “Get on with it or I’ll show you control.”
She laughed then resumed tonguing and licking his taut nipple, alternating licks and little nips back and forth. With every touch he trembled beneath her but valiantly tried to remain still. His skin burned, fire melting beneath her fingers as she trailed them down his six-pack stomach to the waistband of his jeans.
His legs fell back on the bed and she slid down, her legs trapping his in place, her lips trailing the same path her fingers had just taken. Her fingers trembled and she fumbled with the button of his jeans, brushing his cock ever so slightly, making him jump and growl at every swipe. Finally, she undid the button and fly and tugged the jeans over his slim hips, freeing his hard length. She slipped off the bed to move the jeans out of the way, and paused to admire the long lean legs shaped by years of baseball and fitness routines. She soaked in the sight of him, wondering how the hell she had gotten so lucky to snag him in her bed.
He groaned and glared at her.