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“Oh, Jason,” she murmured. “You’re so...so beautiful.”
“Enough,” he muttered and reached down to stop her hand from exploring him further. He pulled her upward. In two strides, he reached the bed, drawing her with him. Her arms slipped around his waist, and she pressed herself against his bare chest.
“You smell so good, just like I remembered.” Her voice was low and sexy. “Why did you stop me? I want to touch you everywhere.”
“I want that, too.” He slid his hands up the length of her arms. “In fact, if you don’t touch me, I think I might die.”
She laughed, a huff of breath that washed over him and caused goose bumps to rise on his sensitized flesh. She gave him a gentle shove, forcing him back onto the mattress. Then she was straddling him, her hands braced on either side of his head. Her robe gaped open, and Jason realized she was almost nude and her gorgeous breasts were right there, practically in his face.
Jason drew her down, covering her mouth in a heated kiss. She trembled and leaned against him, until he could feel the swell of her breasts pressed against his chest. Heat lanced through him, and he deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth. She met him with a beguiling fierceness that took his breath away, first spearing her tongue against his and then sucking on it, drawing it deeper. Her mouth was hot and succulent.
As he angled her face for better access, she lowered her body and then, sweet Mary, he could feel her, rubbing back and forth over his throbbing erection. The sensation was so exquisite, so pleasurable, he wasn’t sure he could stand it. While he wasn’t exactly a monk, it had been a long time since he’d been with anyone. His self-control was tenuous, at best.
Without giving her time to protest, he turned her beneath him in one swift, smooth movement. She let out a small sound of surprise but then settled back against the pillows with a sigh of delight and wound her arms around his neck, feasting on his mouth.
Oh, yeah, this was perfect, except that now she was arching against him, rotating her hips against his in an invitation that was unmistakable.
Jason dragged his mouth free and bent his forehead to hers, sucking in deep breaths. “Easy, sweetheart,” he gasped. “I don’t want to go too fast, and if you keep that up, I’m not going to last.”
She gave him a bemused smile. “Really? But you’re a marshal. I thought you guys were all about control.”
He raised his head and looked down into her flushed face. Her blue eyes glinted in the moonlight, shimmering with arousal. Her mouth was swollen from his kisses, reminding him of a ripe strawberry. He wanted to bite her.
“Where you’re concerned,” he said, his voice husky, “I have no control.”
It was the truth. He was breaking every rule in the book by coming upstairs with her and not maintaining a professional distance. He’d sworn to protect her, and here he was taking complete advantage of her. He could tell himself that his prior friendship with her father—and, to a lesser extent, with Caroline herself—made it okay, but he knew he was lying to himself. He wanted her more than he could ever recall wanting another woman. He’d wanted her that night when she’d been sixteen years old and had done her best to entice him, but that had been nothing compared with what he felt right now.
Raising himself on one elbow, he pushed aside the fabric of her silky robe, until the upper swell of her breast was revealed. She made no protest, but he heard her sharp intake of breath. He traced his fingertips over the creamy flesh, noting how her nipple tightened beneath the satin fabric. Jason paused to devour the sight and then dipped his head to brush his lips over the hardened nub before drawing her nipple into his mouth and suckling it gently. He heard Caroline whimper, and he laved the distended tip with his tongue.
“Please...please.” Her whisper was ragged, and she cupped his face, dragging it upward so she could fasten her mouth against his and draw his very soul from between his lips.
