by J. S. Scott
His eyes flared with molten heat, and he raised his hands to the little buttons on the front of her short-sleeved cotton shirt. “Need to touch you, Hope.” His fingers fumbled with the first button before he finally gripped both sides of the material and tore it open. Buttons scattered in all directions. Not bothering with the clasp to her bra, he did the same thing to release her breasts as the lacy material gave to his powerful grip.
Hope’s pussy flooded with heat as she watched his hungry eyes roam over her exposed breasts. She reached out and clawed at his t-shirt, tried to push it up and off his body. He lifted his arms, let her pull the shirt off and drop it on the floor before he disposed of her bra and tattered shirt as he pulled them down her arms and let them hit the plush carpet soundlessly.
On his knees now, he let his hands roam over her upper body, cup her breasts and tease the sensitive peaks with his thumbs. She braced her hands on his shoulders, closed her eyes and whimpered from the feel of his hot mouth as it left wet kisses on her belly, at the touch of his fingers on her nipples. He sensitized every inch of flesh that he touched, and her body trembled, craving and hungry. “Please,” she begged. Every nerve fired with electricity.
Another coil of heat between her thighs built as he pinched her nipples again. He moved his hands down her belly and popped the button of her jeans. The zipper lowered, he grasped the jeans and her panties; his powerful biceps flexed as he yanked them down her thighs.
“Step out of them,” Jason ordered gutturally.
Using his shoulders to steady herself, Hope shucked the jeans and panties, and stood before him, completely nude. Her body and mind completely focused on Jason, she wasn’t self-conscious. Obviously, he liked her ample hips and ass.
His body lowered more, his butt almost on the carpet. He blew a hot breath over her pussy and made Hope shiver with anticipation. “Yes,” she moaned. “Please.” She needed his hot, hungry mouth to devour her.
Running his hands down the outside of her thighs, he brought them back up again on the sensitive flesh on the inside of her legs and brushed against her core. “You’re so beautiful,” he uttered, mesmerized as he ran his fingers through the cropped hair on her pussy. “This is just as fiery as your hair.” His thumb parted her folds and slid through the slick heat to circle her clit.
Hope panted. His hot breath wafted over her core; his teasing finger on her pulsating bundle of nerves was about to make her go up in flames. “Jason,” she pleaded.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Say my name. Remember who’s going to make you come. Hold on to me.” He suddenly lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and then grasped her ass to pull her core against his face and consumed her as though his life depended on her for sustenance.
Sweet baby Jesus! Hope’s short fingernails dug into his shoulders as Jason dove into her wet heat and used his entire mouth to ravage her. His tongue laved her flesh, lapped from her channel to her clit over and over, branded her as his own as a strangled cry left her lips, the heat of his mouth on her overwhelming. “Oh, God. Jason. Yes.”
Looking down, she felt herself incinerate as she watched his golden head between her thighs, lost in the carnal act of pleasuring her. One hand speared through his beautiful, disheveled hair and she held on, urged him harder, deeper. When his tongue zeroed in on her clit, every flick on the sensitive bud made her body jerk. “Fill me, Jason. Please.” She now needed the act he’d performed in the shower that had sent her into a horrifying flashback. There was no doubt she was going to come; her body already pulsated. “Now,” she pleaded desperately when she sensed his hesitation. “I need you.” She wanted to be completely consumed by him.
He glided two fingers into her, curled them against a g-spot she hadn’t even realized she had, and caressed it over and over again.
Hope imploded. Her channel clenched around his fingers as she threw her head back and let her powerful climax take her; her body shuddered as she screamed his name. “Jason!”
He rose and caught her before she could fall. His fingers still gave her every bit of pleasure he could wring out of her. Her head fell forward and landed on his chest. With erratic and heavy breaths, her heart galloped as she held on to Jason for support.
Moving his hand from between her thighs, he wrapped it around her waist, supported her, as his other hand stroked up and down her back. As she regained her equilibrium, he swept her up into his arms and carried her the short distance to the bed to lay her down on top of the silky comforter. She watched as he hastily tore off his jeans and briefs, leaving him in nothing but his golden skin, breathtakingly nude.
Hope’s breath hitched as he crawled onto the bed, stalking her. “Once wasn’t enough,” he told her in a graveled voice. “There’s nothing better than hearing you scream my name while I’m making you come.”
God, he was magnificent, as feral and wild right now as Hope had wanted him to be. “Then fuck me,” she told him in a tremulous voice. She needed all that was Jason, wanted him exactly as he was now.
He moved between her thighs and covered her lower body, his mouth against one of her breasts. “Look up. Remember exactly who you’re with right now, baby.”
Hope obeyed; her eyes moved from the top of his blond head to look up at the canopy of the bed. She was startled when she saw her own image about to be ravaged by Jason.
“Oh my God. What did you do?” Hope was stunned as she stared at the erotic image of herself and Jason naked and entwined on the bed. She knew the mirror hadn’t been there before, and it looked suspiciously like the large mirror on the wall in the bathroom.
Lifting his head, he shot her a wicked, wicked grin. “I don’t want you to ever forget who you’re with again. It seemed like a good way to remember.”
“Is that the bathroom mirror? How?” Hope’s heart thundered as she looked at Jason’s naughty expression. He’d done this for her, and that fact nearly made her come unraveled. All because he didn’t want her to have a flashback or remember bad things. Her heart clenched.
“It is the bathroom mirror. And it’s very secure. I’m good with tools,” he replied with an evil grin. Sobering slightly, he added, “Now all you have to do is keep your eyes open and look up.”
Hope tried to swallow a lump in her throat, and she failed miserably. Jason had done this while she was out shopping, neglected whatever work he’d had to do, just for her. His objective was to make her always feel secure, and the fact that he’d gone to that much trouble to help her overcome her own fears overwhelmed her emotionally. “Thank you for doing this for me.” Maybe it wasn’t necessary, but the act was done out of concern. She wasn’t afraid anymore, and she knew she wasn’t going to forget who she was with as long as it was Jason.
His clear, blue eyes met hers; green and blue gazes clashed and held for a long, breathless moment as though they were both lost for words until Jason’s deep, sincere voice replied, “I’d do anything for you, sweetheart. I can’t take away what happened, but I’m sure as hell going to try to erase the memories and replace them with something better.”
You already have.
Hope wanted to reply aloud, but all she could do was urge his head to her breast, wanting to sink into him, be surrounded by his essence until she was drowning in him.
She watched as he took one nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue, the already hard tips impossibly stiffening even more as every touch of his hot mouth radiated down to her core. He alternated, teased one breast before he moved to the other. Hope fisted her hands in his hair. “Enough,” she said breathlessly and urged him onto his back by twisting her body. She couldn’t feel, couldn’t watch him pleasuring her for another second without having him inside her. “Do you like to watch?” she asked him silkily as she straddled his thighs.
“Watching you do anything has become an obsession for me,” Jason grumbled.
Hope stretched her legs out, forced him to open his thighs to let her rest between them. “Then see if you like watching this,
” she suggested. Her head lowered to leave openmouthed kisses on his chest; she flicked her tongue over his flat nipples as she worked her way down to his sculpted abdomen and traced every muscle with her tongue.
“Fuck,” he rasped as she finally grasped his cock and wrapped her fingers around it.
Hope bit back a grin as she flicked her tongue over the tip, tasted the salty moisture coating the head, and circled her tongue along the rim. Jason released a strangled groan; she knelt down, her ass in the air, and lowered her head again to stroke the entire underside of the shaft from root to tip. “How does it look?” she asked, poised to take him into her mouth. Watching him pleasure her had been unbearably erotic, and she wondered whether he felt the same way. More than anything, she wanted to give him the same ecstasy that he’d given her.
“Watching you go down on me is like watching one of my wildest fantasies happen in real life,” Jason groaned. “You’re killing me.”
She wrapped her lips around him and sucked him into her mouth, taking as much of him as she possibly could.
“Holy fuck! Hope.” He buried his hands in her hair to guide her head to move on him.
She got drunk on the taste of him, and from the knowledge that with every touch of her mouth on his cock, Jason had the same pleasure she had gotten from him. The realization she could inflame this beautiful man was exhilarating, powerfully intoxicating.
“Need to be inside you now,” Jason growled. He lifted her from his body and flipped her onto her back. His chest heaved; his face feral and his eyes wild, Jason pinned her hands to the bed and entwined her fingers with his. “Mine. You’re mine. My wife.” He turned her left hand so she could see it in the mirror. “No man will ever fucking touch you again without ending up dead,” he vowed roughly.
Hope stared up at him, her eyes wide, but not with fear. She felt scorched, his molten skin against hers almost unbearable. “Fuck me, then. Make me yours.” She wrapped her legs around him; her heels dug into his ass, urged him to take her. “I need you.”
“Are you okay? I’m sorry. I told you I had no fucking control when it comes to you,” Jason grunted and moved his weight from her.
“Don’t you dare leave me.” Hope tightened her legs around him and clenched his fingers that restrained her hands. “You put a ring on my finger. Now make me yours. I don’t give a damn how long it lasts. Make it real, Jason. I can see who I’m with. I’m with my husband.” Her eyes looked at him pleadingly, wanting him to not feel inhibited by her earlier flashbacks. Jason was possessive of her right now, and it seemed as if prodding that possessive streak was the only way to set him free. “If you don’t, maybe I’ll eventually meet some man who will.”
His expression turned from one of concern and passion to one of almost raw possession. “You. Are. Mine.” He turned her left hand until he could see her ring. “Mine. Look up,” he demanded, letting go of her right hand to position his cock and sheath himself inside her in one forceful thrust.
Hope moaned as Jason filled her. The walls of her channel stretched to accept him. She did look up, not to remind herself of who she was with, but because watching him take her was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Her diamond winked at her, reminded her that for that moment, she was his, and she reveled in his possession.
Her nails scored the back of his hands as she gripped them tightly and raised her hips to meet every one of his dominant thrusts. His cock moved smoothly in and out of her saturated core. Fascinated and painfully aroused, she watched them in the mirror, enthralled as Jason pistoned in and out of her, frenzied. His splendid body covered hers covetously, and the muscles in his incredible ass flexed with each powerful, claiming stroke of his cock inside her.
“Jason,” she moaned. Her body unraveled. Surrounded by his fierce, fevered essence, their bodies strained together carnally, about to go over the edge together.
“Come for me,” he groaned insistently. “Come with me.”
He lowered his head and kissed her; his mouth devoured hers demandingly. Incessantly. Wildly.
Hope’s climax hit her hard and fast, slammed into her body in pulsating waves. Jason tore his mouth from hers and tilted his head back. The muscles in his neck strained as he let out a hoarse groan; her sheath milked him as her uncontrolled contractions clasped and released his cock.
“Fuck!” Jason released the curse as he rolled, letting her untangle her legs and rest on top of him. “I lost it. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not,” she replied breathlessly. “I think you cured me.”
He let out a heavy breath of relief. “You drive me completely insane, woman. I can’t keep a clear thought in my brain when I’m with you. You’re so damn responsive that I lose my head.”
Hope smiled against his damp chest. “You’re a hard man to resist,” she teased.
“I’m your only man,” he replied ominously as he swatted her on the ass. “If you even talk about another man again, even a supposed future one, I won’t be responsible for my actions. I don’t share. Ever.”
Hope almost reminded him that they were only a temporary couple, but her heart wouldn’t let her say it. Even if she was only his wife temporarily, she wanted to live for today. And today, Jason Sutherland belonged to her. She’d worry about the separation when it happened. Just for now, just for once, she wanted to bask in the joy of being with Jason, the only man she’d ever wanted. It was good to feel wanted, and for the first time in her adult life, she didn’t feel lonely. Jason filled all the empty spaces in her heart, and even if it was only for a little while, she felt marvelous. “I can’t believe you stole the mirror from the bathroom.” The thought of Jason disconnecting the large mirror from the wall and attaching it to the bed so she wouldn’t be scared was probably the most protective, sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her.
“I didn’t steal it. I’ll put it back. I told you I’m good with tools, and I found a whole toolbox in the storage closet.” His voice was lazy and amused.
“Do you still work on restoring cars?” She wanted to catch up on everything Jason had done in the last eight years.
“When I have the time. I have a shop in New York. I’m working on a sixties Ferrari right now.”
Hope could hear the excitement in his voice, and she was glad he hadn’t given up something he’d loved. “So you do get out of the city occasionally,” she commented jokingly. “Is working on cars your only escape?”
“I get back to Boston as often as possible to see Mom, and I have a boat docked in Boston Harbor. I think my real escape is getting out on the water. It’s easy to leave business behind out there.”
Hope propped her head up on his chest. “A boat or a yacht?” She doubted that Jason had a regular power boat.
“I guess she’s considered a yacht.”
“She? What did you name it?”
Jason was silent for a moment. “Sutherland’s Hope.”
She was quiet for a moment, tried to digest the fact that his boat had her name. Obviously it was a coincidence, but it made her breath catch and her heart skitter anyway. “That’s a beautiful name,” she told him honestly. “What were you hoping for when you named her?”
“Peace of mind.” Jason’s eyes drilled her with an intense stare.
“And did you find it?”
“Not yet, but if you’d come out on the boat with me, I might,” he answered, deadpan.
“I don’t have much experience with boats, but I’d love to go.” Too bad they wouldn’t be together long enough for her to see Jason relaxed and happy.
“You don’t need experience. I have a captain and a crew. You just need to make sure you don’t fall overboard,” he answered gruffly.
“Do you fish?”
“Hell, yeah,” Jason answered emphatically with a grin. “What’s the point of having a boat that big if I can’t fish?”
Hope smiled back at him, enchanted by the thought of Jason actually enjoying something other than business. “How many women have you taken
out with you?” Okay…her green-eyed monster had made her speak before she could stifle the revealing words.
“None. Not ever.” Jason rolled her over on her back. His body covered hers as he pinned her wrists over her head and looked down at her intensely. “Are you actually jealous?”
She averted her eyes away from his face. “That would be silly, wouldn’t it? We’re friends. You’re trying to help me. We’ll only be together for a short time.”
“You didn’t answer my question, woman.” He turned her face back to center. “Tell me,” he demanded.
Their eyes met; green clashed with blue, and Hope fell into the fierceness of his stare. “Okay. Yes. A little. Maybe I don’t like to share either.”
His expression changed. The glimmer in his eyes turned possessive. “Good.” He immediately swooped down to kiss her, his embrace full of hungry, delicious need.
Pulling his mouth from hers, he placed tender, openmouthed kisses on her face, her cheeks, down her neck. “You’ll never have to share, sweetheart,” he comforted, his voice muffled against her neck.
Hope sighed, his words so sweet that she wanted to hold them in her heart forever. But she knew better. Their time was limited, every moment stolen.
“I’ll take you out on my boat with me, and we can christen the two cabins. I’ve never had sex there. She’s a complete virgin.” He nipped at her neck possessively.
Hope whimpered with desire, her emotions on overload. It felt so good for Jason to talk about a future, but it hurt to know those things would never happen.
But I can be happy for now.
Pushing aside her depressing thoughts, Hope wrapped her legs around Jason and surrendered to his persuasive seduction.
