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She’d answered his questions and yet, there was so much she hadn’t said. But he was loath to press her, because if he did…shit, who was he kidding?
He wanted her to say all the right things so that he could convince himself it was all right to forgive her.
That it was okay to lose himself in her body, her beauty, in the sheer pleasure of being with her.
He was doing it again. Giving up his power to her, letting her reel him into her web. Hadn’t she just given him all the ammo he needed to destroy her? She’d said he made her feel whole. That by leaving her he could rip her heart to shreds.
Emma was as vulnerable as she’d ever been. She was an open wound, desperately trying to figure out what was going on in her life. Crushing her now would be easy. So easy.
But he just couldn’t do it.
Couldn’t. Do. It.
Stupid f**k that he was, everything in Jason refused to hurt Emma like that. And already he knew that tonight, and from here forward, he was going to do everything in his power to forget their past and give in to pleasure.
The pleasure of Emma’s warm body and her sparkling company.
As he pulled a chilled bottle of Fumé Blanc from his basket along with two glasses, he gave credence to the part of his brain that told him he was giving up on his plan for payback way too soon.
Rather than make love to Emma, he should be f**king her raw. But no matter how he’d tried, he couldn’t help but fall for her again.
Certain that he was headed for trouble, but unable to stop himself, he expertly popped the cork, then poured the wine and handed a glass to Emma.
Her hands were shaking slightly. Working to lighten her mood—better yet, to get her in the mood and out of her clothes—he said, “Don’t worry, I won’t bite. Unless you specifically ask me to, that is.”
Emma laughed, but her hands were still trembling. He could see the relief in her eyes, feel it in the way her muscles relaxed as he intertwined his arm with hers, and said, “Here, let me.”
She’d been scared that he was going to cut her loose tonight, but he hadn’t, had he? Even if it was the smart thing to do.
The heaviness of his thoughts weighing on him, Jason was desperate to forget everything but the pleasure of Emma’s touch. So when she opened her mouth to let him pour the dry white onto her tongue, he
“accidentally” sloshed half the glass of wine on her chest.
“Uh-oh,” he said, forcing a lightness he didn’t yet feel.
She gasped as the bubbly liquid ran down the front of her dress, then giggled, saying, “Look what you’ve done. Now I’m going to have to take my clothes off.”
Her lightness buoying him up just as he’d hoped it would, Jason reached for the straps of her tank dress.
“My thoughts exactly.”
He dragged the bodice down past her lace-covered br**sts. Her ni**les were sensitive from the
combination of ice-cold liquid and his arousing touch and she moaned as his thumbs slid gently over her aching peaks.
He stared at her phenomenal br**sts, plumping over the edge of her skimpy cream lace bra, even if he’d been either sucking or touching them twenty-four-seven for the past half week. You’d think he’d be over how hot she was by now, but he wasn’t. Not even close. No wonder why he couldn’t let her go.
“Your underwear should be illegal.”
He bent his head down to lick the sticky liquid off her soft skin. He ran his tongue along the edge of the lace, which barely covered her puckering areolas, finally dipping his tongue in to taste her rosy ni**les.
She arched into his tongue and her br**sts popped completely out of her bra.
Reaching behind her back to undo the clasp, keeping his focus on her curves and his arousal, Jason murmured, “If I had known you were wearing this bra we would have skipped our little talk and gone straight to—”
She cut off his words with her mouth, tasting the wine on his lips, running her tongue from one tantalizing corner to the next, and he was glad she’d made him shut up before he said something, did something that would break the spell.
He ran his fingers down her rib cage to her stomach, finally caressing her skin along the seam of her sheer, wispy, matching cream panties. As he bent his head down to devour her br**sts again, he slipped one finger into her wetness.
“Jason,” she moaned as she shifted her legs slightly to give him better access to her body. He gently swirled her clit with his middle finger and she went limp in his arms.
When he pulled his hand away from between her legs to pull her dress all the way off, she tried to help him as much as she could, but her fingers were clumsy. He didn’t think it was possible for him to be more turned on, but the evidence of her need almost sent him over the edge.
Seconds later, sitting naked before him in the moonlight, she ripped the buttons off his shirt. As he worked on his belt and zipper, she pressed fervent kisses to his chest, licking first one taut nipple and then the other.
“Your tongue is driving me insane.”
He kicked his feet out of his pants then settled himself between her long, silken legs, kissing and licking all the way up the length of her legs, from her ankles to the damp flesh on the insides of her thighs, getting closer and closer to her cunt with his tongue and lips and teeth.
“I thought you weren’t going to bite unless I asked you to,” she said in a breathy voice.
He stopped his sensual onslaught and placed a kiss on her belly button. “I did promise, didn’t I?” he said in heated undertones.
She nodded, which made her br**sts shake erotically. “Good thing I didn’t make any promises about sucking,” he said as he drew one of her ni**les into his mouth and sucked it eagerly. His hands started the slow progression up her thighs, taking his sweet time as he slid one of his fingers into her wet canal.
She pressed herself against his finger, crying out her pleasure. Sensing her growing urgency, he ran his tongue between the cleft of her br**sts, dipping it into her belly button, heading for his ultimate destination with utter concentration.
Slipping one finger in and out of her in a slow, tantalizing rhythm, he bent his head between her thighs and nudged her legs even further apart. This was all he wanted. To be with Emma like this, to feel her wet and soft beneath him. He would give up everything for moments like this.
Pressing his whole mouth onto her swollen clit, he sucked it into his lips, brushing it repeatedly with his tongue. Her legs were wrapped around his torso and she was holding onto the back of his head with both hands. Licking and sucking at her core, Jason felt her muscles convulse around his finger, so he thrust his palm against her mound until every last spasm had rocked through her.
