“No, now.” She shifted her hips. “I don’t want to wait until later. Please.”
He leaned down beside her, kissing the outer curve of her breasts. “I like it when you beg.”
“Then I’m begging. I think I’ve waited long enough.” She reached for his boxers again.
He caught her hands, straddled her, and brought both wrists over her head, pinning them to the bed. “You are a bad girl. And bad girls always have to wait a very long time for what they want.”
She raised her hips, pressing herself desperately to him, and he had to pull back to keep from exploding.
“Don’t you want it?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Then what are you waiting on?”
“Patience, sweetheart. You’ll get what you want…just as soon as I get what I want.”
“What do you want?”
She tried to pull her wrists free, but he tightened his hold on her hands. He was rough enough for her to enjoy the game but careful to make her understand it was only a game. She had more power over him than he had over her.
“I want you to come twice before I ever enter you. I want to taste every sweet inch of you. I want to be the best you’ve ever had.”
“You don’t have to work that hard. You’ve already won the blue ribbon!” She shifted again, growing more desperate. “Touch me, Jason. Please.”
He leaned close and breathed into her mouth. “How many have there been?”
“How many what?”
“How many guys have you been with?”
It wasn’t a question he’d ever asked, and especially now God knew he prayed no one would ever ask him; he’d lost count years ago. But something told him Sue had a head-count, and he wanted to know it. He needed to know everything about her. Then he wanted to drive every one of those memories from her head. When she thought of sex, she would think of him. Only him. When she needed something, she would need him. Only him. And if that made him possessive, so be it. This was Sue.
“Two,” she finally answered.
Holy hell! Her innocence made him grow harder still.
“Now, touch me,” she begged.
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
She shifted her hips. “You know where.”
He caught her two wrists in his one and moved his hand down over her breasts. “Here?” he asked, raking a nail gently over a nipple and then moving lower past her navel. Over the top of her silk-covered sex he trailed, stopping just before he touched her most sensitive place. “Or here?”
“There,” she moaned.
“How do you want to be touched?”
She made a growling sound. “You talk too much.”
He laughed. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.”
Then he kissed her, and while he didn’t slip his fingers inside her pan ties, he pressed one thigh between her legs.
She took full advantage of his leg and moved against him. And she moved so sweetly, so seductively, he became lost.
The next thing he knew he’d whisked off her pan ties. He took the time to brush his cheek against the revealed blonde triangle of hair, time to slip his tongue over the soft damp place he’d wanted to visit for what seemed like years. But he’d barely pulled the little nub into his mouth before she cried out.
He couldn’t believe she’d come so fast, so he pushed a finger inside her and felt for himself. The sweet tight pulsations proved him wrong.
“You are fast.”
While he’d planned to let her suffer longer, his other hand was busy removing his boxers, wanting to feel the slick tightening of her sex. Wanting her body to milk his. The next thing he knew, he was between her thighs. He found the damp opening and buried his tip inside her soft hot flesh. Heaven.
“Damn!” He’d forgotten the condom!
He gritted his teeth and pulled his hips back. Without moving his body, he reached out a hand for the foil package he’d placed on her nightstand before he’d ever put in the movie.
“Please,” she begged. Her arms locked around him, her soft thighs circling his waist. She pushed upward, taking several inches of him back inside her. A deep moan left his throat as her still pulsing flesh wrapped around him.
“Wait.” He managed to pull out again, hoping against hope. “Are you on the pill or patch?”
She shook her head, so he opened the foil package with his teeth and within seconds had sheathed and buried himself back inside her.
He bit the inside of his cheek, thinking the pain would help him last, and he hoped like hell she wouldn’t last too long. He sure as hell wouldn’t.
Placing her hands on his shoulders, she used him as a lever to lift herself higher. Before he knew what was happening, she’d found her way atop him. He lay back, watching her move, watching the way her breasts swayed, and watching her watch him, and he couldn’t remember anyone ever watching him so intently as they fucked.
And just like that, he realized they weren’t fucking. This was so much more. So much better.
Reaching up, he placed his hands on her hips, only to touch, not to slow or alter her pace. She had the perfect rhythm, easing her hips up and down, her hair shimmering around her shoulders, her eyes on fire with passion. On fire for him.
Her palms rested on his chest as she supported herself, raising herself up slightly then coming down on him, taking him deeper. And deeper still. She let out a deep gush of air. Her palms on his chest curled into fists. He felt her nails leave their mark, but she could have pierced his heart for all he cared; nothing had ever felt this right, this perfect.
The muscles in her core pulsed tight around him again. Massaging him. The power of his climax was earthshaking. Pleasure took him.
“Perfect.”
His breath hitched; then just like that he felt it happen all over again. He’d never had a double, wasn’t even sure men could have them, but damn if it wasn’t happening.
Sue dropped onto him. He wrapped his arms around her, pushed his head back into the mattress, hips upward, and let go. Let go of his fears. Of his doubts. But not of Sue.
Never Sue.
She felt the powerful throbbing release of his climax deep inside her, and Sue’s own started all over again. Powerful jolts of pleasure continued to pulse through her entire body. She moaned, cried out Jason’s name, and finally opened her eyes.
The moment she felt her lashes flutter against his chest, every doubt, every question she’d entertained about the wisdom of letting this happen fell on her like a pile of bad, ugly rocks. She loved Jason Dodd. Madly. Completely. And now that she’d made love to him, she wasn’t sure she could let him go.
But Jason Dodd didn’t do commitment. Jason Dodd was going to rip her heart out and shred it into tiny little pieces.
She held her breath and prayed the mattress monster would crawl out from under her bed and drag her away. It didn’t matter how frightening or dark the place might be; it wouldn’t be as scary as this place was right now.
Yup. No doubt about it. She loved Jason Dodd. Madly. Completely. She’d just had over-the-handlebars, no-pedalbrakes sex. And while she hadn’t landed on her face, she’d taken a direct hit on her heart. The repercussions were very likely going to be fatal.
He was addictive. But he was only temporary.
His record relationship was three months. In three months, how hard would it be to watch him go? To lose him? For there was no question about it, loving him was like a powerful drug, and breaking the habit was going to break her heart. Maybe even her spirit. It would be even worse than it had been with Collin.
Did they make patches or gum to help kick the Jason Dodd habit? Was there a support group she could join? Maybe she needed to buy herself a couple dozen ficus trees.
“That was amazing.” His words jolted her, reminded her that she loved Jason Dodd. Madly. Completely. Irrevocably.
Jiminy Cricket, where was the mattress monster when she needed him?
Emotion, both from fear and the beauty of what
had just occurred, tightened her chest. Tears formed in Sue’s eyes. Her sinuses started to sting. Her nose started to run and moisture trickled down on Jason’s bare chest. She rolled off of him and hugged her pillow so tight it would have suffocated if it needed to breathe.
The mattress dipped and swayed. She heard Jason breathing and she squeezed her eyes shut even tighter as if the blackness behind her lids could make everything go away. But his warm naked body pressed against her warm naked back. Skin to skin.
He brushed some hair from her face.
Staring only into the blackness of her eyelids, she felt him lean over to look at her.
“Sue? You okay?” His words whispered across her cheek.
She kept her eyes closed but forced her throat open, and she said the only thing she could. “We’re never, ever, doing that again.”
Jason couldn’t believe Sue’s words. “Give me five minutes and I’ll make a liar out of you,” he promised.
She didn’t answer.
“Okay, three minutes.”
He pulled her into his arms. Her tears felt hot against his chest, and his insecurity built at amazing speeds. Had he done something wrong?
She drew in a shaky breath. “The mattress monster isn’t going to help me, is he?”
“Mattress monster?” What the hell did that mean? Was she joking? Was crying part of her usual orgasms?
He kissed her shoulder and decided to go with the idea that she was happy and joking.
“Never again,” she repeated.
Wasn’t that humor in her tone? It had to be. What they’d just shared wasn’t anything that anyone could toss aside.
“Too late, sweetheart. I’m invested.” He moved his hand over her hip, cupping her bottom in his palm. Then, slowly, he slid his fingers into the sweet moist place between her legs.
“You’re so soft,” he moaned. “I’ve never, ever had sex feel so…perfect.”
“Perfect?” She rose up just enough to look into his face. Shimmering in her misty blue eyes he saw doubt, fear, but he also saw a woman who’d been satisfied sexually. A wave of relief shimmered through him.
“Really perfect.” Damn, she was beautiful. He might not even need three minutes.
“What do you mean by invested?” She melted into him, a sign that maybe he hadn’t done anything wrong. Everyone had a little bit of doubt and fear in the beginning, right?
He chuckled. “I bought a thirty-six pack of condoms.” He kissed her, one of those deep kisses that she swore she didn’t like but seemed to enjoy.
She hesitated, but he moved his fingers between her legs, softly stroking. Her hips started the slightest shifting motion. He really loved that little motion. It was a motion that said yes.
Reaching up, she ran a hand over his cheek. “Okay.” She leaned in, her mouth a breath away from his. “But only until you run out of condoms.”
He dropped his arms from around her, shot up, and snatched his boxers from the floor.
“What…are you doing?” she asked.
He looked over his shoulder. “Getting dressed. I’m going to buy more condoms. Thirty-five more times isn’t going to cut it.”
She laughed.
He laughed.
But God help him, he wasn’t joking. He wondered about making two Christmases with Sue. Falling back into bed, he pulled her against him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
They had made love most of the night and pretty much all day long. Jason hadn’t stopped smiling. He couldn’t help it. Not even when Chase kept giving him the eye.
Jason and Chase sat in Chase’s Isuzu Rodeo outside of Kathy’s mobile home while Sue, Kathy, and Lacy had their Friday girls’ night out. The men had been banned from inside the trailer, but the girls had agreed to being watched from the car. That was as good as they all figured it was going to get.
While Chase listened to his iPod, Jason scanned again the file he’d made for Sue’s case. He studied the notes about the stolen Saturn. The car hadn’t been found, so it was still a loose end. Jason tapped his pen against the file, getting that feeling again—the feeling that he was missing something right before his eyes.
His gaze went to the name of the Cucumber Lady, AKA the Cadillac driver whom he hadn’t dealt with yet. While she was unrelated to Sue’s case, he felt compelled to do something about her before she injured herself or someone else. Tomorrow. He planned to stop off and talk to her tomorrow about using a taxi or limo service. Yeah, he’d go right after he and Sue spent the morning doing what they’d been doing for the past twenty-four hours.
Another wry smile whispered across his face as he looked toward the trailer. He hadn’t been away from her for more than an hour, and still he ached for her.
He glanced at Chase. “What are they doing in there?”
Chase stared at his iPod. “If it’s the same as usual? Drinking Jack Daniels and talking.”
Jason frowned. “Talking about what?”
Chase still didn’t look at him. “Chances are, Kathy’s verbally castrating the last man who made a pass at her. Lacy’s probably telling them how cute my nieces are, and I ‘d bet my left nut that Sue’s telling them about all the sex you two have had.”
When Jason didn’t say anything, Chase gifted him with a shit-eating grin. “Hey, you two are glowing like walking nightlights. The word sex flashes from your eyes every few minutes. Admit it!”
Jason smiled and popped a cinnamon ball into his mouth so he wouldn’t be tempted to brag. Kissing and telling had already gotten him into trouble with Sue once.
Chase shook his head. “You’ve been attracted to her for over a year. To be honest, I don’t understand what took you so long.”
Jason talked around the candy. “It could be that your wife told me she’d castrate me and grind the leftover parts into sausage if I hurt her friend.”
Chase’s right brow arched. “And you know she means it?”
“Yup.” Jason flipped the cinnamon ball to the top of his tongue.
Chase studied him. “So, this is that serious, huh?”
The candy went back into Jason’s cheek. The word serious vibrated in his chest. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, a man doesn’t risk his Jimmy Dean being ground into…well, Jimmy Dean for just any woman.”
Jason glanced away, shifted in his seat. It wasn’t his Jimmy Dean he worried about.
Pushing that thought back, he eyed Chase. “Sue said they’ve been meeting for years.”
“I told you about it. It’s the Divorced, Desperate, and Delicious club.”
“Yeah, but what do they do?”
“Sue didn’t tell you?” Chase laughed. “They talk—mostly about sex. Multiple orgasms, favorite positions. To night I’m told they’re discussing sex and food. I’m dropping by the grocery store on my way home. I’d suggest you do, too.”
“Right.” Jason chuckled, not believing.
Chase stared at him. “No, I’m serious. You know that they were all abiding by some ‘men are dogs’ law of celibacy. They didn’t have sex so they met once a week and talked about it. Of course, I—woman-charmer that I am—rescued Lacy, but they still meet.”
Jason was feeling pretty damn good that Chase wasn’t the group’s only savior, but he kept his tongue wrapped around his cinnamon ball. He wasn’t going to give his friend the benefit of the whole truth, knowing for sure that he and Sue were sleeping together. Not yet.
Chase laughed. “They even give away awards for the ‘Most Horny’ every week. For the person who needs it most.” When Jason smirked he added, “I swear to God, I’m not joking.”
“Well, Sue’s out of that race.” Jason was unable to keep the smugness out of his voice. Then he realized he’d spilled his guts, and he frowned. Damn.
Chase thumped the steering wheel with his palm. “I love it when I’m right! Come on, give me details.”
Jason frowned. “I don’t think so.”
Chase scratched his jaw and studied him. “Okay.” S
ilence, and then: “I’m praying Lacy wins the Horny award. That bed at my sister’s was the noisiest thing I’ve ever heard, and after my niece walked in on us in the shower, Lacy cut me off completely. And she was so eager to get here to night she wouldn’t give me fifteen minutes to ease the burden, if you know what I mean. A man can only take so much.”
“You got my sympathy.” Jason looked back at the file.
“Aah, come on, just a few details,” Chase begged.
Jason didn’t even look up.
“Just tell me how you got Sue to break her vow of celibacy. What special ‘Dodd’ trick did you use?”
“I put in a movie.” Realizing he was talking again, and that his candy was gone, he popped another into his mouth. More silence.
“Hot shit,” Chase said. “This is serious.” He nudged Jason with an elbow. “You’ve always given me details. Good ones, too.”
Jason shrugged.
“So, how serious is it?”
Jason frowned. “I said I like her.”
“ ‘Like?’ ” Chase repeated. “A man likes French toast, likes ketchup with his fries. You don’t just ‘like’ this girl. Not one you don’t want to talk about. When a man doesn’t want to give details, that usually means it’s damn special. So spill your guts. How special is it?”
The question struck a raw nerve. “Back off, okay?” Jason snapped.
“What does that mean?”
“It means back off!” Jason slapped the file on the dashboard. “What is it with you married guys? You’re so freaking miserable, not getting any of your own, you want me to tell you about my sex life so you can get your jollies.”
Chase eyed Jason as if he’d grown a second head. “Whoa! First off, I’m not miserable, and with the exception of this last week I’ve probably had more sex this last year than you’ve had in seven.”
Jason pushed his head back into the neck rest and tried to understand his sudden anger. No good explanation came, but a question did. “So, if marriage is such a paradise, why do most people end up divorced? Why do they run around screwing everybody else when they’ve got ‘the one’ at home? Do you know how many married women I’ve turned down over the years?”
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