“Later, Nickie. I promise. Right now is all about you,” he said and kissed her, his mouth warm and mobile against her lips. Coaxing her mouth open as he stroked her and slipped his tongue past her lips to taste her.
She held onto his shoulders and bucked her hips against his hand, reaching for her climax. Loving the taste and feel of his mouth against hers and his hands on her breasts and inside her. As she moved for him, the tips of her breasts rubbed against the fabric of his uniform, making them ever more sensitized and alive.
God, so alive. So damn incredible, she thought and closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensations he was creating in her. Sensations like nothing she had ever experienced before with anyone else.
But then again, no one, anywhere, was like Jase.
“That's it, Nickie. I can feel it coming,” he whispered against the shell of her ear before he bent his head to suck a spot near the crook of her shoulder.
She could feel it, too. Building inside her, higher and higher. Sending shock waves throughout her body until with one rough pull of his mouth against her skin and a sharp bite, she came.
Her body shook and trembled against his and she keened his name over and over as she shoved her hips against his hand.
“I'm here, Nickie. I'm not going anywhere,” he said as he held her and gentled his caresses, letting her ease back from her release. His kisses tender and less demanding, although she knew he still wanted more.
But she wanted it, too. Her earlier hesitation about what to do with Jase was totally gone, burned away by the fire he had ignited inside her. She wanted him and if this night was to be the only night they had, she intended to make it memorable.
Chapter 4
Jason helped Nickie get presentable again, smoothing the dress back into place. Finger-brushing the long thick strands of her dark hair into some kind of order. Before they climbed back onto the boardwalk steps, he kissed her again before reluctantly breaking away.
As much as he wanted nothing more than to make love to her all night long, there were still guests up at the house and responsibilities to be handled. Nickie was not the kind of woman that would fail to honor those duties.
He snagged his hat and her shoes from the boardwalk and they walked hand-in-hand back to the mansion. Many of the guests had left and there was only one couple outside on the terrace as they approached. He was grateful for that. He wanted to be alone with her for as long as possible.
As they reached the edge of the lawn and the steps to the flagstone, he urged Nickie back into his arms and kissed her again, reminding her that this was only a short break from the night they would spend together.
“I'll meet you in your room later,” he said when they separated.
“When, Jase? People are going to linger – ”
He laid a finger against those lush lips he wanted to kiss all night long. “You head up and I'll be there, Nickie. I promise.”
She nodded, her doubt obvious, but he kissed her once more to reassure her. When they parted, she went inside to mingle with the guests while he took a calming breath to curb the erection that refused to go away as long as she was near.
It took several long minutes and lots of thoughts about baseball scores until he could venture back inside. Somehow he managed to plaster on a smile and make nice with the remaining guests until little by little the number of people dwindled down to just them and a few long distance family members waiting to say their goodbyes before they headed to a nearby hotel. He and his parents had been invited to stay with the de Silvas because they were in some ways closer than distant family.
“Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. and Mrs. de Silva,” he said to Nickie's parents as he and his parents stood by the stairway just past midnight. Nickie and Tommy waited there as well, completing their familial duties, although a bright flush of color erupted along Nickie's cheeks as she shot him a quick look.
“It's our pleasure, Jason. You're family,” Mrs. de Silva replied.
Nickie's dad grudgingly agreed, but shot him a hairy eyeball before likewise glancing at his daughter. He clearly sensed there was more going on than was obvious and judging from his glare, he wasn’t too thrilled about it.
“I guess we'll see you in the morning,” his mother said and after all the parents hugged, he dutifully followed his up the stairs, but he had every intention of changing and sneaking back out to Nickie's room as he had promised.
At the door to his parents' room, he embraced them and offered a good night before entering the bedroom next to them. Their accommodations were located in the west wing of the beachside mansion while the de Silva family quarters were on the opposite end of the building. The grand staircase split the floors in half and there was no way he'd make it down the hall to Nickie's room at the far end of the wing without being seen.
That was the last thing either of them wanted right now. Whatever was happening was still too fragile for such scrutiny.
Inside his room, he quickly stripped and hung up his dress uniform and sword. A sense of pride filled him for a moment to see them and all that they represented. He’d met the challenge and succeeded.
Now it was time to face another challenge in his life.
He quickly changed into black jeans, a black polo shirt, and sneakers for traction. His room opened onto a balcony that faced the ocean and ran the length of their wing. The de Silva family section had a similar balcony, but the two weren't connected.
That wasn't about to stop him. He'd scaled higher and harder places during some of his ROTC training assignments.
He shut off his lights and exited onto the balcony, careful to keep out of sight. A trellis at the far side of the space was covered with fragrant wisteria. The thick tangle of the plant's vines provided an easy way to climb down to the ground floor and the fragrant blooms would provide some cover to keep him from being seen. Luckily the bees wouldn’t be buzzing around the flowers at night.
On the flagstone terrace he skirted the edges and watched as Nickie and her family bid the last of their guests good night. Together they trudged up the stairs and into their wing of the home.
He waited until the lights snapped on in the various rooms and easily identified Nickie's as he caught sight of her silhouette by the French doors leading onto the balcony. He jogged toward the wisteria-covered trellis close to her room and scrambled up the tangle of vines and over the railing.
At her French doors, he rapped lightly on a glass pane and barely a heartbeat later, she cracked open the door and let him enter.
* * *
Nickie had told herself all night long that Jase wouldn't keep his promise. That he’d rethink what he’d done earlier and decide that she just wasn’t the kind of woman for a man like him. A man who took risks. A man of action and not hesitation.
But having him standing there, looking dangerously sexy in all black, told her otherwise.
“I didn't think you'd actually come,” she said and defensively wrapped her arms around her waist.
“I made a promise, Nickie. I keep my promises,” he said and stepped close.
But all he'd promised was tonight and I'm not a one night stand kind of girl, she thought. Almost as if he could read her mind, he said, “Don't run from this before we even get started.”
She chuckled hesitantly and offered up a hesitant smile. “Seems to me we already got started beneath the boardwalk.”
He grinned and laid a hand by the crook of her neck. He urged her forward until they were barely inches apart. He smelled like sunshine and the beach and she breathed that scent in deeply. The weight of his hand on her neck was demanding, but in a good way, and sent a thrill through her. Between her legs, her clit throbbed for his touch and she grew damp again.
“I guess we did, babe. So are you ready for more?”
“That depends.”
He narrowed his amazing green eyes and examined her features. “That depends on what?”
She was nothing if not honest. “On what you
want to do.”
He grinned again and she realized that sex with him would always be filled with light and laughter and fun. “Let's start off easy, Nickie. I want you to talk dirty to me.”
“Talk dirty?”
He expects me, a woman who blushes at the good spots in romance novels, to talk dirty?
“Like this,” he said and finally closed the last few inches between them and his warm breath tickled her skin as he whispered in her ear. “I love your tits. The way they feel in my hands and in my mouth. I'm so hard thinking about how they'll taste again and how they'll move as you ride me later.”
She moaned and beneath her dress, her nipples pebbled almost painfully, aching for his touch and his wonderful mouth.
“You so don't play fair, Jase.”
“I'm always fair, Nickie. You know that, but I'm also determined to get what I want and I want you. So will you do it?” he asked and bit her earlobe playfully. “Will you talk dirty to me?”
“Christ, Jase. You know this is difficult for me,” she said and he surprised her by grabbing hold of her hand and pressing it over the long ridge of his erection.
“You don't know how difficult it was to see you all night long and ignore the fact that what I wanted the most was to be buried inside you.”
She moaned at that thought and cupped his cock, getting even wetter as she imagined him filling her. Somehow she found the courage to say the words he wanted to hear.
“I used to watch you on the beach with Tommy and wonder what you'd look like. How you'd feel in my hand, like you do now,” she said and stroked him. Explored the length and width of him as best as she could with the fabric of the jeans keeping her from his erection.
“That's it, babe. Oh God, that's it,” he said, urging her on as he stood stock still in front of her, as if understanding that if he did another thing, she might reconsider their night together.
“You're so big, Jase. All of you,” she said and she ran her free hand across the broad width of his shoulders and then down to cup the thick muscles on his chest. He was well over six foot and without her killer heels, the top of her head barely brushed his chin. She raised her head and brushed a kiss along the rasp of beard on his jaw.
“I want to see you, Jase. Feel your skin,” she said.
She'd fantasized about it so often in her dreams and as she'd sat on the beach reading, although a good part of her attention had been on him as he'd worked the lifeguard stand or surfed. He was so beautiful and she’d wondered more than once how his board shorts had stayed on those lean hips. She had sweated more than once as the shorts had dipped low to reveal those enticing Vees that temptingly pointed down.
At her words, he went into action, ripping off his sweater to reveal his chest, immense shoulders, and a defined six pack that was more of an eight pack and would put any cover model to shame.
She laid her hands on his shoulders before moving them all across those muscles and his smooth hot skin. Beneath her hands he was tense and as she met his gaze, she realized just how much he wanted her and how much control he was exerting.
She also realized for the first time just how much control she had over him.
It was more exciting than she could ever have imagined.
Emboldened, she said, “I'm wet for you, Jase. Wet and aching for you to touch me again.”
“Only if you want me to, Nickie. I'll never do anything you don't want me to do,” he said, his hands fisted at his sides as he struggled for restraint.
She shuddered with need and dipped her hands down to the waistband of his black jeans, but she couldn't go any further. Not just yet. Holding onto the waistband as if it was a life preserver, she met his gaze and said, “I don't know what I want. I don't normally play these kinds of games.”
* * *
Serious bookish Nickie would never play a game quite like this one, Jase thought.
Not that he did either. He wasn’t the kind of guy who had fuck buddies or used women for hook-ups.
“This isn't a game, Nickie. This is for real. What I feel for you is for real, but I want you to enjoy it. And I need for you to want me as much as I want you.”
“I do, Jase. I just need a little . . . guidance,” she said, more shyly than he could have anticipated.
“Guidance, huh? I guess if there's one thing I've learned in the military, it's how to give orders,” he said mischievously.
He was relieved when she grinned and playfully saluted him.
“Yes, I guess you have, Lieutenant.”
Smiling, he said, “Take off your dress, babe. I've waited way too long to see you.”
With surprising speed considering her earlier shyness, she unzipped the dress and let it drop to the hard wood floor in a pool of crimson. She stood before him, her upper body naked and a small lacy black panty covering her hips. Those long legs he'd fantasized about were likewise bare.
“Come here,” he commanded and pointed to a spot on the floor just before him.
She did as he asked and stood there, expectant. The tips of her breasts were hard and just waiting for him. His mouth watered at the thought of them, but he held back, suddenly needing more from her and knowing she wanted more from him.
“Touch yourself, Nickie. Touch your tits,” he commanded and she hesitated, but then reached up and cupped her breasts. Ran her fingers across the tips and tweaked them into even harder points. His cock swelled inside his jeans and the pressure of the fabric against his erection was almost painful.
“God, that's it, Nickie. You're so fucking beautiful,” he said with a groan and undid his zipper to free his cock from the jeans and his briefs. He stroked his hand up and down its length, imaging how her hands would feel on him. How he’d feel buried inside her.
She watched him, her gaze darkening as she did so, and as she continued to touch herself which only made him harder. Made him stroke faster as he said, “Your tits are so sweet, Nickie. I can’t wait to taste them again.”
She surprised him by suddenly saying, “I want to see you, Jase. All of you.”
He didn’t hesitate. He shucked off his jeans and briefs and positioned himself next to her, skin to skin. The tips of her breasts brushing against his chest and his dick tucked against the softness of her belly and the lace of the panties. He eased his hand beneath the fabric and found her center. Danced his fingers across her lips and clit, dragging her eyes shut as she shook against him.
“Open your eyes, Nickie. I want you to watch me touch you.”
Her eyelids flitted up and down before she did as he asked and fixed her gaze on his hand as he moved it against her. He pressed his fingers against her swollen nub and wet lips. After, he eased one finger and then another into her tightness and she moaned, grabbed hold of his wrist to stop him.
“Jase, please. I can't – ”
“You can, Nickie. You can come for me again and again and again,” he said. He grabbed hold of her waist with his free hand and inched her back toward the bed as her knees weakened from his continued caresses.
When her hips were on the bed, he ripped off her panties and urged her legs open, exposing her to him. Her lips were flushed a rosy pink and moist; her mound swollen and aching to be touched. She wasn't waxed or trimmed to death and as he stroked his fingers across her, he liked the softness of her midnight curls beneath his hand.
She lifted her hips and whimpered in anticipation.
“Ah, Nickie, I'm so hard for you,” he said and stroked himself while he continued to fondle her.
Her gaze dipped to his cock and she watched silently for a moment, but then raised herself up on one arm and covered the head of his dick with her hand. Pre-cum escaped him and she spread that wet all across his head and dragged a finger across the underside of his penis and the sensitive spot there.
That simple touch rocked his world. He blew out a harsh breath, gritted his teeth, and said, “God, Nickie. Not yet, babe. Not yet.”
He ripped away from her and bent to brush a trail
of kisses up her inner thighs and to the nest of dark curls. He kissed the bundle of nerves at her center and encircled her thighs with his arms, holding her tight to his mouth. Sucking, nibbling, and licking. Easing a finger into her as he had earlier that night and finding her tight, but slick and ready for more.
* * *
Nickie raised her hips against his mouth, lost in the pleasure he was bringing her, but wanting his thick long cock inside her as she came. Wanting the warmth and wet of his mouth on her breasts.
“Touch your tits, Nickie,” he ordered again and his gaze locked on her as she cupped her breasts and played with them. Each little tweak reverberated through her and inside her pussy which clenched in anticipation.
“I can feel it. I can feel how much you want me,” he said, pressing his fingers deeper and opening her for another kind of possession.
She mewled and shoved against him with her hips while she continued to play with herself, waiting for him. Ready to take his beautiful cock deep inside.
“I'm safe, Nickie. Are you protected?” he asked as he rose and his cock brushed across her center.
She whimpered in anticipation and nodded. Watched as he guided his erection to her center. The tip of him kissed her clit and lips before he eased just his head inside her pussy.
She moaned at the feel of him, so warm and making her feel so full with just that first tentative entry.
He shuddered and closed his eyes as she surrounded the head of his cock with her pussy. Bracing his hands on her thighs, he struggled for control and sucked in a rough breath before opening his eyes. His irises had gone to such a deep emerald, it was almost impossible to see where they ended and his pupils began.
“I've waited so long for this,” he said and then he eased the rest of his length inside in one smooth lazy push.
She came immediately from the pressure and friction of his penetration.
Her body shook and she cried out as waves of pleasure swept over her. She clamped her thighs against his hips to hold him still, savoring her release, but guilt instantly slammed into her that she hadn’t waited for him.
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