Keila (Dreamcatchers Romantic Suspense Series Book 2)

by Jamie Garrett

  Jason kissed her gently, then tipped her head up and met her gaze. “But are you okay?”

  “I will be. I’ve just got a lot going on up here.”

  “Tell me about it,” Jason stroked her head. He spoke lowly and quietly, and he was close enough that his breath tickled at her ear when he spoke. “I want to know everything about you.”

  Keila grinned against his chest. “I’m not sure you can handle that.”

  “Try me.”

  “Okay. I grew up in foster care after my parents dumped me out in the cold. I have no idea who they are. I ran away when I was fifteen years old when they decided my visions were the spawn of Satan and tried to murder me,” Keila shivered despite the warmth from Jason’s body, and his arms wrapped tighter around her, pulling her flush against his chest, her breasts pushing against his hard muscle.

  “My life hasn’t changed much since then. People are still trying to kill me, and I’m still running. I hear voices in my head, and since I met Emily, they talk back. That’s still kind of freaking me out, and it takes a lot to do that.”

  Jason kissed her again. “Sounds like a lot to deal with.”

  “Yeah.” She took a deep breath. “But I can handle it.”

  “Are you really okay, though?”

  “As much as I can be right now,” Keila lifted her finger and trailed it along his jaw. “But I’m happy right now.”

  “And I’m here. You have me, for as long as you need me.”

  “Do I really? I keep waiting for the moment that’s going to send you running.”

  Lowering his face to hers, Jason took her mouth in a searing kiss, his lips pressing against hers and his tongue sweeping out, licking at her lower lip as he demanded access to her mouth. He took charge of the kiss, holding her against his body. Keila could feel his arousal pressing into her belly, and groaned when he broke the kiss.

  “You’ll always have me. I’m not going anywhere.” He grinned. “What? You thought Meathead would scare me off?”

  Keila couldn’t help but laugh. God, she could really see herself being with that gorgeous, gentle man. He was so strong, God, sometimes it felt as though Jason was holding the entire world off her shoulders. She’d seen him fight, but unlike other men she’d encountered, Keila had never once felt afraid of him. He would stand next to her, not over her, and that was just perfect. Love had always meant a whole world of heartache, and something she’d never been particularly interested in seeking out after what life had brought her. But things had changed, she’d changed. When she was near Jason, she felt the pull of an attraction so strong she could no longer deny it, and when his lips lowered to hers, any inhibitions, any doubts, just slipped away. His kiss took her back into their own little world, one she’d be happy to live in for the rest of her life.

  Jason’s lips moved softly against hers again, and a fire ignited inside her body. His hand cupped her face as his tongue danced against her lips. Keila sighed and his tongue slipped inside. Bliss, and a promise of something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. The world faded and gave way to heat and a fire, one neither of them was interested in putting out. She tugged Jason closer, her hands weaving and tangling in his closely cropped hair. Keila rolled onto her back and pulled him on top of her, until she was pressed between his hard body and the bed, his weight heavy but reassuring. Jason moved his hand to cup the back of her head, pulling her closer and he groaned against her mouth when she shifted her hips and brushed against him. Keila felt his erection hard against her core and rocked her hips forward. His groan turned to a hiss; loud, feral, and completely erotic. She would remember that sound, the way it felt against her lips, for the rest of her life. Her blood thundered in her ears, hot and thick, as her skin shivered beneath his touch. She had never wanted anything more than that moment, to feel his arms around her and his lips against hers.

  There were no killers, no Zero; not even thoughts of Emily or Reece pierced her consciousness. There was just she and Jason, moving together. The heat inside her grew into a blazing fire as their bodies stroked each other, soft curves against hard steel. Her own heart thundered, and Keila swore she could feel Jason’s beating in his chest, they were pressed so close together. His hand trailed under the hem of her shirt, stroking across the bare skin of her lower back. Jason groaned again as his fingers spread to span her back, claiming her. He touched every part of her so softly, so reverently. Keila moaned and pressed her core against his hard length again. She wanted him so badly her head was swimming.

  “Christ, Keila,” Jason breathed, his eyes closing as his mouth fell open. “Why do you feel so damn good?”

  She reached up, brushing her lips against his, and then wrapped her arms around his neck. “Kiss me and find out.”

  Without warning, Jason’s body pushed her into the mattress as he attacked her mouth. He kissed her hard, sucking her lower lip into his mouth and biting it gently before drawing her tongue into his mouth where she tasted him as it danced with his. Jason groaned and his weight disappeared suddenly. Keila frowned, but before she could ask where he’d gone, she felt herself moving, Jason lifting her and placing her on top, straddling him. He grasped her hips and pulled her down onto him, grinding his covered cock against her, his eyes closed in pleasure.

  Keila leaned forward, still rocking against him, changing the angle so that his cock rocked against her clit. Colors appeared before her eyes as she squeezed them shut at the wash of sensations. It already felt better than any other experience in her life, and they were still fully clothed. That man, that miracle in her life, was going to be the death of her. Thrusting her fingers into his hair, Keila captured his lips again. He held one hand at the back of her neck while the other stroked at her breast. Keila nearly collapsed on top of him when he tweaked her nipple, a rush of pain and pleasure coursing through her. Jason took the opportunity to move them again, rolling until he lay on top of her again, his lips still moving with hers. Damn, the man could kiss! It was passionate, and messy, and a lifetime of ecstasy, all rolled into one embrace. Keila trembled; whether from nerves or passion, she wasn’t sure. The man had the power to complete her or destroy her, all within his grasp.

  Her world tunneled. All she knew was that Jason was protecting her, holding her, claiming her with just his kisses, and it was nearly overwhelming. How much more could she take before it became too much and destroyed the already cracked ice around her heart?

  Jason must have sensed her emotional shift, as he pulled back. His hands moved to cradle her head and his kisses turned gentle, his open mouth soft and searching. Her lips mirrored his with zero effort, moving in unison.

  “Keila,” he groaned against her mouth. “If we keep this up, I won’t be able to stop.” He rubbed against her core again as their lips met again. The nearness of him, of a life that she’d been dreaming of for so long, was finally in reach. After a lifetime of being alone, she was ready, so ready, but she also wanted to take it slowly. To treasure it, to savor every moment and every touch. Keila didn’t know what the future held, or even if she’d still be able to be there, in that moment with Jason, in the morning. She wanted to be able to remember every second, every caress.

  Jason kissed her firmly, probing her with his tongue, silently begging for her to open for him, and when she did, his tongue moved against hers slowly, almost lazily. He was unhurried. It was just the two of them alone in the world. His mouth left hers then, and trailed across her cheek and then down her neck, while his fingers traced the outline of her curves against her still-clothed body.

  His eyes locked with hers, passion blazing in their depths even as he held himself still above her.

  “Are you still okay?”

  Keila nodded breathlessly.

  “If it’s too much, if you want to stop, just tell me and I’ll stop, no matter what,” his eyes softened. “You’ve had too many people take too much from you, Keila, and I won’t be one of them, but God, I need you.”

  She wrapped her arms around
his neck and pulled his mouth back to hers. That was the only answer Jason needed. He pressed his entire body against hers, pushing her back into the bed. Every muscle, every hard plane, touching her against the entire length of her body. His hands traveled down her sides and to her hips, hesitating there. She pressed her core to him tightly in response and Jason surged forward, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her skin, never satisfied. His hands slid back down her back and cupped her ass, squeezing gently. Keila groaned and he smiled against her mouth.

  “No matter how damaged you think you are, Keila, I want you. The truth is, you’re perfect.” He dropped kisses across the swell of her breasts between words. “Every”—kiss—“last”—lick—“part.”

  Oh. My. God.

  He was going to kill her. Either that or give her the orgasm of her life. Keila tugged at his shirt between kisses, pulling it up to expose firm ab muscles. “Take it off. I want to see you, feel your skin against mine.” Jason stopped and sat back, watching her with passion-filled eyes as Keila pushed his shirt up to his pecs and then splayed her fingers across his abs, feeling every bump and ridge of his six pack. Then he moved again. In possibly the sexiest motion Keila had ever seen, he reached behind his head with one hand, grabbed his shirt and in one fluid motion pulled it over his head. Keila stared as his chest was completely revealed. She’d felt it before, pressed against her back the first night they’d lain in bed together, when Jason had held her until the sun rose.

  Each muscle flowed and rippled as he moved to kneel beside her on the bed, and Keila took the time to truly admire his physique. The man was ripped; his body was the kind of perfection that would make grown women cry.

  Jason noticed her perusal and grinned. The light that stole in from the hall dipped into every shadow and only highlighted his body further. A rush of desire burned through Keila and settled in her core.

  There were no more questions, no more denials. She had to have him, and she was done waiting.

  26

  Jason’s eyes fell to her breasts, and his fingers began working the buttons of her shirt, slipping each one through its hole almost maddeningly slowly. Halfway done, he pushed the fabric aside to expose her skin, and his lips left a blazing trail down her neck and to her collarbone, and Keila didn’t want him to stop. It was really going to happen.

  He bent over, running a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses against the curve of her shoulder. The pads of his fingers brushed lightly over the exposed skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake as he pushed the shirt farther down her arms.

  “You are gorgeous,” he whispered.

  How was this man, this moment, even possible? She didn’t deserve this; not when the evil that hunted her, hunted others, was still out there. Was Payton out there, scared and alone? Keila stiffened, and her hands dropped away.

  “Hey, everything still okay?”

  Everything she’d been through in recent years ran riot through Keila’s mind, along with a crippling fear. What was she doing? A normal life with a man, a family…that wasn’t her life, her destiny. But God, she wanted it, so badly. She could still taste Jason’s essence on her tongue and feel his touch even as he sat back and his hands stopped wandering her body. God, she was sick of running. She deserved this.

  “Keila? Can you hear me?” That time his voice broke through the haze, and his face swam into view. His eyes lingered on her, his expression filled with concern.

  “You don’t have to do this. I can just hold you. That’s everything I need.”

  “No,” she lifted her lips to his. “I want to forget, just for a little while.” Keila brushed her mouth over his, and then licked his lower lip. “Make me forget.”

  He frowned. “Gorgeous girl, it’s okay if—”

  “Shh,” she whispered against his lips. “Make love to me.”

  It was a demand that left no further room for questioning. Jason rolled her over, removing her shirt the rest of the way and revealing her black lace bra. He approached her almost reverently, hand sneaking to her back and deftly undoing the clasp to her bra before he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he rolled the other between his fingers. Keila gasped and arched into his hand as Jason caressed her breast, then stroked down to her hip and back again. He touched her, brushing over her skin, over and over again, and Keila’s heart beat wildly. His tongue lapped at her nipple, surrounding the hardened nub with wet heat and hard suction and Keila cried out.

  “Jason!”

  The delicate pulls expertly coaxed her building desire, and her mind quieted, her body already lost in Jason’s touch, greedily seeking out the pleasure his hands and mouth wrought upon her skin. He sucked at her again and Keila shifted beneath him, the intensity of both the physical sensation and her swirling thoughts almost too much.

  “Don’t be afraid,” Jason whispered. “You’ll never need to pull away from me.”

  He kissed his way down her front, pausing to dip his tongue into her belly button and Keila shivered. Fingers followed lips as Jason kissed his way down her body before settling in between her legs. His hand deftly unbuttoned her jeans, and he kissed a trail down one leg. Tingles in her belly turned to full-body trembles as his hand dipped beneath her waistband and traced her over the soft satin of her panties. His lips traced up her other leg and Jason grinned as his lips reached the apex of her thighs. Placing one hand beneath her, he lifted her ass and slid the jeans down her legs before kissing his way across her hips. He slipped a hand inside her panties and Keila jerked as his fingers came into contact with her clit. His fingers lightly rubbed the sensitive nub before dipping into her folds, his other hand slipping the panties off her hips and throwing them over his shoulder.

  Keila smiled, almost laughing at the action, and the expression on his face. Even with his fingers touching her sex, he still took the time to make sure she was okay, to keep her head in the game. She lay naked on the bed before him, completely exposed, but her demons were quiet.

  Keila’s heart swelled as she watched Jason take her in. Placing a knee between her legs, he held her open to his gaze, both lust and affection equal in his eyes. The realization seared Keila’s soul. This man wanted her—the real her—so badly that his hands were shaking. She bit back a moan as Jason’s hand continued to explore her sex, stroking through her folds and spreading her wetness before circling almost lazily over her clit, moving back to caress the entrance to her pussy even as she called out with pleasure. Her head fell back as another round of shivers flooded her body. Then Jason did the unthinkable, what no other man had ever done. For them, it had all been about their pleasure, but he was different. His fingers disappeared and Keila opened her eyes to see Jason’s tongue lick across her swollen folds before swirling over her clit. Her back bowed and hoarse pleas fled from her lips. Tension spiraled through her as he licked her again before plunging his tongue inside her core, thrusting deeply as his palm rubbed at her clit. Over and over again he plunged his tongue inside her, alternating his fingers with flicks of his tongue against her clit. Every muscle in Keila’s body tightened until she thought she might snap under the pressure. Her hands gripped tightly at the sheets as his tongue swept through her folds again, before Jason pulled her clit between his lips and sucked hard.

  Keila cried out. She shattered and ecstasy pulsed through her. Jason’s fingers slipped inside her core, one first and then quickly two more, as her sex clenched around them and she felt nothing but pure pleasure. When the waves of bliss eventually slowed, Jason withdrew his fingers and returned to stroking her, gently lapping at her clit until her orgasm receded and the world returned. She reached down and stroked the top of his head and Jason kissed his way back up her body before kissing her again, his taste mingling with hers on his tongue.

  “I can’t let you go, Keila,” Jason lowered his body over hers. “I can’t. . . .”

  His hand found her breast again, and Keila closed her eyes as he sucked a nipple into his mouth again. Reaching down to the waistband
of his jeans, Keila stroked the hard bulge there and Jason inhaled sharply.

  “My God, what you do to me.”

  Her fingers frantically worked at the button before Jason took over, roughly tearing them open and shoving his jeans past his knees. His jeans joined her clothes on the floor, followed swiftly by his boxer briefs, and Keila got her first look at Jason entirely naked. My, she was going to enjoy that. His erection jutted out, hard and thick, nearly touching his belly as it curved upward. Her eyes widened as Jason wrapped his hand around his length and gave his cock a couple of quick jerks, his eyes locked with hers.

  “I’ve wanted this since I first laid eyes on you.”

  They were barely touching, but Keila’s body was humming. The sight of Jason pleasuring himself took her breath away. Every inch of skin burned for his touch, her core hot and pulsing. Lowering himself to his knees, Jason positioned his body over hers, bracing himself on his forearms. His cock brushed against her thigh and Keila almost whimpered. His hands tangled in her hair, gently tugging her face back to his, kissing her as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around him. She ran her hand tentatively over his length before caressing the head, feeling him twitch with pleasure as he groaned into her neck.

  “I want you,” Jason reached into his side table and grabbed a condom, quickly sheathing himself. He positioned himself at her entrance before looking straight into her eyes as he pushed himself inside. Keila’s eyes fluttered shut and she trembled as he pushed a little deeper.

  “Open your eyes, Sweet Girl. I want to look at you as I take you.”

  Oh, God.

  It was a good thing they were already on the bed, as Keila’s knees went weak at his words. Her eyes flew open as Jason thrust forward, filling her completely. She inhaled sharply and Jason immediately froze, touching one hand to her hip, the other stroking her face. His eyes watched her carefully, no doubt scanning for signs of pain or discomfort, but there was none. She wasn’t a virgin, but it had been a damn long time since she’d been with a man. Hell, Keila wasn’t sure anyone had ever touched her quite so deeply inside before. She wanted more, more of him, more of that. She wanted to see him move, find their own beautiful rhythm, and then watch him come apart above her. She shifted beneath him, raising her hips and pushing him even deeper. Jason’s eyes closed and his expression changed from concern to pleasure as he thrust forward, grinding himself against her clit.