by Mika Jolie
“Let’s dance,” he said. He needed a few minutes to regain his composure. Something flickered in her eyes. An indication she was as affected by the kiss as he was. Jason lifted one hand to caress her right cheek. He felt her go still under his touch.
“Then I’ll say goodbye. I promise.” He meant the words. At least he wanted to mean them. Only thing was she smelled of lavender. He liked the scent. It made him want to ruffle her up a bit.
“I need to go.” Even as she spoke the words, she made no attempt to move.
“One dance,” he said, his voice low and husky. “That’s all I’m asking. That’s not much, is it?”
Jason gave her a moment to mull his words over, and when she didn’t argue, he extended his hand to her once more. His gaze stayed on her as she lowered her eyes and stared down at his offered hand. She didn’t trust him. He could tell by the way she still had her arms wrapped around her body she was leery of him. He sensed there were layers buried inside that caused her to be so distrustful, so guarded, and he wanted to unglue the pieces of her wariness bit by bit. In an effort to ease her discomfort, he smiled reassuringly at her.
“One dance,” he pleaded. “Then I will leave you alone.”
Slowly, she lowered her arms from her body to place one hand in his and he led her back to the bar.
* * * *
What could possibly go wrong with a dance? Their bodies would touch, and the thought of being so close to him worried her a bit. But it also triggered a level of excitement within her that she hadn’t known existed prior to tonight.
She wanted more. She wanted to feel him against her. Touch his hair and hold him as close as possible. Tomorrow she could deal with Keely, Blake, and reality. Tonight, she wanted to lose herself in Jason even if it was for one dance.
Her hand remained locked in his as he guided her up the stairs to the lounge. As they entered V-Lounge, Minka scanned the room. A couple sat on the red velvet sofa kissing passionately; two men sat on stools at the bar talking to the pretty bartender who flashed the man
holding her hand a familiar smile before turning her attention back to whatever concoction she was putting together.
Jason swung her around to face him and started swaying to the music. His arms tightened around her waist then and Minka placed her hands on his chest with the hope of steadying her equilibrium. It was just a dance, something men and women did in social situations every day. So why did the light pressure of his hand against her hip feel way too intimate? Why did his warm breath against her temple send shivers down her body? He moved closer and her breasts brushed over his chest, the sweetness of it starting tremors deep in her abdomen. His head lowered close to hers just as Caleb Followill of Kings of Leon’s voice reverberated in the darkly lit room.
The lyrics of Sex on Fire blasted in the room. There were no hidden messages. The title of the song spoke for itself, but her life didn’t include uninhibited sex. Minka had heard the lyrics a number of times, but she’d never really paid attention to the intensity of the words until now.
She pressed her body against his, closing any remnants of space between them. She welcomed the escape, the hardness of his body against hers. His scent. She breathed him in.
“You smell good,” she said. He leaned closer, his lips very close to hers.
Minka blamed her loose tongue on the eroticism of the situation.
“So do you.”
She swallowed hard.
“Today is my birthday,” he said in a low, husky voice.
“Happy Birthday. Did you do anything special?”
He chuckled, his warm breath against her ear, making her body tremble with need.
“I painted my house.”
She didn’t believe him. Men like Jason didn’t spend their birthday at home alone. “That’s it?”
He shrugged. “More or less.”
She tilted her head back to meet his gaze. “Anything special you wanted?”
The weight of the question hung between them for a while. Their bodies moved slowly to the rhythm of the song.
He smiled. “You mean my special wish?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
“I wish to kiss you again. One kiss wasn’t enough.”
Oh my! She opened her mouth to say something, but before the words could be spoken, his lips were against hers. The kiss was like nothing Minka had ever experienced. It was more intense than earlier, causing her head to spin out of control. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and her wall crumbled. She wanted more. Putting her inhibitions aside for the night, she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew her body even closer to his. He seemed to like that because he moaned before he deepened the kiss.
“I want to take you home and make love to you,” he whispered against her lips.
A sudden urge to abandon all she had ever known and give herself to this man overpowered her. Maybe that was the point. Maybe for once in her life, she needed to throw caution to the wind. She could tuck away all of her insecurities, enjoy the moment and not think about what was to come. Especially since she now possessed zero chance of ever taking the spot Keely owned in Blake’s heart.
At that instant, Minka forgot they were standing in the middle of Vapor’s lounge. She forgot the DJ wasn’t standing far away; she forgot there were still a few stragglers at the bar. Jason’s hands rested on the curve of her back. His lips brushed against her ear. His breathing increased. She closed her eyes and lost herself in him.
“I want to go home with you.”
Chapter Five
“Incidentally, the world is magical.
Magic is simply what's off our human scale...at the moment.”
Vera Nazarian
Jason waited to finish their dance before taking her hand, leading her outside to a parked black Jeep.
“Take my car instead,” she suggested, not quite sure how she found the voice to speak.
A slight smile curved his beautiful lips as he extended his hand to her. “Keys.”
The man was either very alpha or thought she was incapable of driving. Either way, she fumbled into her purse to retrieve her set of keys and handed them to him.
Minutes later, Jason was sitting behind the wheel of her black Audi. With little effort he maneuvered the car through constricted, unfamiliar roads before reaching what she guessed was Main Street. One of the things Minka had learned since her arrival was the island had no traffic lights with few street lights, leaving most of the streets pitch black at night. She found those little facts strange yet comforting.
As they drove into the night, she marveled at the few people who chose to walk to their destination, relying solely on the silver orb in the velvety sky as their guide. She caught a glimpse of Jason’s profile in the dark car and bit her lower lip as her heart pounded with doubt.
This gorgeous man was about to see her naked. The realization of what was in motion caused her stomach to roil with uncertainty. What if he became turned off by her imperfections?
She could tell him she’d changed her mind. She didn’t think he would mind. Men like Jason had no shortage of women. That realization neither thrilled nor comforted her. With a sigh, Minka turned her attention to the road, admiring the slight silver mist the moon cast upon the woods.
Jason reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. The hair on his chin grazed her skin. Once again, the weight of his action drew her to him. She turned and peered at his profile outlined by the night sky, and warmth flooded through her. They turned onto a dark road, the car’s suspension rocking her gently as he maneuvered around the ruts. Minka presumed they were on an unpaved road, which was pretty common on the island. He pulled into a driveway before turning off the engine.
“We’re home,” he announced, his blue eyes gleaming in the dimness of the night.
Minka would have opened her own door, but he moved quickly and was by her side. With her hand in his, he led her inside the house.
She stood in the living room, her hands c
lasped together to prevent them from trembling. The echo of the door clicking shut shot another shiver up her spine as his hands slid up her arms and his warm breath poured over her neck.
“Would you like something to drink?”
Minka wanted to say yes, anything to control her nerves. But once again, she found herself unable to look away, unable to blink. The feeling of being in his arms was more intoxicating than anything else he could offer. She shook her head.
Long fingers touched her bare shoulder and pushed aside the adjustable straps of her blouse. His lips followed, placing light kisses where his fingers had been igniting her senses. Her pulse quickened. She turned to face him and their eyes locked. They stood in silence, the charged atmosphere crackled between them. He edged in closer, obliterating any remnant of space left as their bodies touched, their faces inches away from each other.
A smile spread over his face as one hand caressed her supple cheek. He lifted her chin, their noses almost touching. She could feel the warmth of his breath brushing the top of her lips. She stared into his eyes.
“Are you sure?”
Unable to speak but consumed with need, she nodded. Her lips parted and waited as his lips came down on hers. She leaned toward him; the strength of his soft kiss engulfed her.
That’s all it took, a kiss. Minka moaned with need, desire. Jason pressed himself closer to her, seeming to understand what her body was asking for.
“The bedroom,” he breathed against her lips.
He swept her into his arms and carried her down the hall, his lips on hers the whole time. He kicked open what she assumed to be the bedroom door before lowering her onto the firm bed.
The room was dark. The shades and windows were open, allowing a cool breeze to flow through and over her burning skin. Her eyes adjusted in the darkness and glossed over her surroundings. Even in a room lit only by the moon, casting a hazy glow across his face, she noticed his eyes had darkened with desire. He removed his shirt and kicked off his shoes before crushing her body to his, the force of his embrace lifting her to her toes. In the moonlit room, she spotted several other tattoos on his body. Her curiosity piqued. She wanted to see what they were, kiss and touch each one of them. Instead, she said, “No light, please.” The words were spoken in such a low voice for a moment Minka questioned whether or not he heard her. “I don’t have condoms.” Oh God, she was rambling.
Amusement glimmered in his eyes as he continued to examine her face. Minka felt her cheeks growing warm under his gaze and looked away.
“We are good,” he informed her.
His lips caressed hers; with ease he removed the silky material from her body by gently sweeping it over her head. The movement caused wild locks to spill over her shoulders. Her head fell back as his fingers found the waistband of her jeans.
Minka sucked in a deep breath. Within seconds, she lay there clad only in matching black silk underwear.
The urge to cover her body was never greater, especially with the way he took his time to examine every inch of her, taking in her far too curvy form, from the fullness of her breasts to the roundness of her stomach and the plumpness of her thighs. Minka felt fat, naked.
He seemed oblivious to her flaws. His big hands cupped her bra and removed her breasts from their cage as he lowered his head to suck on one nipple, then the other.
“Relax,” he whispered just as his lips left her breasts to place light kisses on her stomach. Minka wished she could suck in her breath to make her stomach flatten. Unfortunately, even that didn’t help.
Then his hands were on her thighs to remove her panties. His face was a dark mask in the night.
“Relax,” he whispered again as he drew her panties down her legs.
Because Minka had Keely for a sister, she had mastered the art of surrendering; therefore, she leaned back against the softness of the sheets. He placed himself between her legs and slipped one finger inside her, then another.
“So wet,” he noted as he withdrew his fingers.
She could only watch as he held her gaze and brought the two fingers to his mouth, tasting her.
“And delicious. I want more.”
His lips were on her, stroking her. He spread her folds with his tongue and licked some more. The texture of his beard against her skin made her weak in the knees. Minka moaned and reached for his head. Her fingers buried into his silky hair, holding his head steady as she ground her core into his lips, losing all control.
Her muscles stiffened and she let out a tortured whimper. Her pelvis seemed to have a mind of its own and tilted to be as close to him as possible. Without breaking their connection, he cupped her butt and guided her to her peak.
“Jason.” Her voice was ragged. Minka placed her hands over her thighs in an effort to stop her legs from shaking.
“Let it happen. It’s okay.”
“But…”
“We have all night.”
He continued to kiss her, encouraging her to climax. Not able to hold back, Minka closed her eyes as her body drifted into the air.
“Jason.” Out of desperate need to give her lungs some air, she screamed his name. She never thought someone could reach an orgasm so hard through oral sex. Her body was still trembling when Jason’s weight lifted off the bed; she opened her eyes to see him step out of his jeans and boxer briefs.
He stood naked before her. Rock hard, big, and oh so beautiful. A mixture of emotions filled her; excitement, fear, and arousal. He reached into the nightstand drawer to retrieve a condom. Her gaze stayed on him as he removed the foil and sheathed himself. Minka found the act erotic. Leaning over the bed he kissed her once more before rolling her onto her stomach. She ached to have him fill her and spread her legs for him.
“I love your ass,” he rasped over her back.
He bit one of her cheeks lightly and then he was inside her. A tight, deep thrust forcing past her engorged and swollen tissues. A soft sound escaped from her throat, a combination of pain and pleasure. She parted her legs a little more, giving him further access. Not quite submerged inside her, he came to a standstill.
“Minka,” he grunted.
She knew right away the reason for his hesitation. Her lack of experience was physically evident. She shut her eyes, anticipating the humiliation she was sure was seconds away. Men like Jason Montgomery didn’t go to bed with inexperienced women. “I’m not a virgin,” she quickly informed him. “Please don’t stop.”
He remained still inside her, as if contemplating his next move. To her chagrin, his body shifted from over her. Shame ran through her. Minka reached for the cover, but he reached over, grabbed her hand and gently turned her to face him. She closed her eyes.
“Look at me.”
Slowly, she did as he commanded.
“When were you last intimate with someone?”
She didn’t want to answer the question. It would prove how inferior and unskilled she was. But his stare remained on her, demanding an answer.
“In college.”
Silence fell between them. He knew her age because of Keely. The realization that the one time she had been intimate with someone was six years ago brought many questions. But he asked none. Jason seemed to want her, yet seemed ill at ease. Like being with an almost-virgin was uncharted territory for him.
“I’ll get dressed,” she whispered.
“No,” he said. “I don’t want you to leave. If you do, I’ll only come after you.”
The admission excited her. “I don’t need pity sex.”
“I wanted you the second I laid eyes on you.” He reached and stroked her cheek. “I will try to be gentle.”
Relief flooded her. She met his eyes and saw the raw desire reflected in them. “I don’t want you to be gentle.”
He opened his mouth as if to point out the obvious differences between them; instead he touched his lips against hers. “But I can’t promise I will be able to keep my end of the bargain.”
“I need you to be with me like you
would be with any of your other women.”
She needed him. At least for tonight, she wanted to feel what every other woman her age experienced when a man like Jason took an interest in them. She craved to reach that height he had taken her to seconds ago, but only this time with him engulfed in her, rocking her to the brink of ecstasy. She wanted to feel beautiful, desired.
She allowed the cover to fall away from her body and Jason’s jaws tightened as he took in her nudity.
“Let me please you, Minka.”
His words carried such wonderful promises she ached to discover what he could do. Minka reached over and cupped him in her hand. Jason groaned.
“Teach me what to do.”
“We have all night.” He said the words again before pinning her back to the bed. “I apologize beforehand for my selfishness this first round,” he whispered in her ear. He ran two long fingers between her thighs, over her wetness. “I need to be inside you right now. Is that okay?”
She nodded and smiled with pleasure when she felt the slight pressure between her legs as he kissed her. He was gentle, but her muscles were tight. Minka wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders, keeping him close. Gingerly, he rocked himself inside her until he was fully immersed then increased his rhythm.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
She did as instructed. One of his hands came to rest under her waist, clutching the fullness of her butt. He plunged deeper inside her.
His mouth crushed against hers with a desperate need that matched hers. Flesh against flesh, their bodies moved together in a slow rhythm. Evidence her inexperience was being taken into account. The sensation felt good but she wanted more.
“Harder, please,” she begged. She wanted those muscles over her with no constraint.
He hissed, “Baby, I’m trying to be gentle.”
