Chapter Nine
Ava
Things with Jason have been wonderful. Never could I have imagined that acting out of my norm one night would bring me happiness. He’s proven to be a great man and son over the last few months. I care about him—okay, I love him.
He doesn’t know this. I’m not even sure I’m ready to admit it. Terrified it will screw things up, especially if he doesn’t feel the same way yet, has me swallowing the words each time we say good-bye.
I haven’t gone back with him to see his mom in a couple weeks. Our plan is to return for her birthday next week. What does one get someone whose memory is frail? I’m in foreign territory. If I ask Jason, it will only make him feel more helpless than he already does where his mom is concerned. I wish I knew how to help him through these muddy waters. He adores his mother, and he wears the pain on his sleeve, watching her mind deteriorate.
Pulling up at the doctor’s office, I smile. The last time I came here was for my appointment. I was freaking out, eager to have tests run to make sure I didn’t contract anything from the sexy stranger I had slept with.
Today I plan to surprise Jason for lunch, assuming there aren’t any problems keeping him in the office. If he still worked as an obstetrician, I’m not sure I could pop in. Jason shared enough stories about surprises occurring with his pregnant patients.
I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans before pulling open the door to the main building. When I reach the office, I note a Closed for Lunch sign hanging. I give the door a try anyway and find it unlocked. Inside the waiting area, there are no patients. The check-in window to my right is closed, and for a moment I stand there, unsure what to do.
The door opens and Dr. Froberg steps out. “Oh! I’m sorry—Ava?”
“Hi,” I mutter and look past her through the closing door. “I was…”
“Looking for Jason, I bet. He’s in his office.” Dr. Froberg smiles and opens the door for me. “Last door on your left.” When I move to step around her, she stops me. “You’ve been really good for him,” she whispers and lets me go.
I catch the door and pivot, staring at her as she slips out of the office. Processing her words, I hurry down the hall praying I won’t bump into anyone else. At his door, I peer in and watch him. Bent over a file, his brows are knit together in concentration.
I’m not a superficial person, but I have to admit Jason’s good looks and charming personality reeled me in with little effort. Getting to know the man has been a blessing. Henry being the douche I expected was one of the best things to happen to me.
Jason peers up, and his face fills with surprise. “Shit, sweetheart! You scared me!” he says and pushes to his feet. “How long have you been standing there?”
I meet him halfway and lift to my toes to kiss him hello. “Not long. I wanted to see if I could surprise you for lunch.”
His smile lights the room. The butterflies in my stomach take off at the sight. “You’re too good to me,” he says and pulls me into his hard body. His hug is tight and comforting, filled with what I dare hope is love.
When he looks at me, I take his mouth in a toe-curling kiss. I’m overwhelmed by my emotions. Tasting him with fervor, I press my body to his. Jason’s answering groan drives my wanton behavior, and I jump into his arms. He carries me, the room moving in my peripheral vision while I run my tongue down his neck. A soft click echoes, and I meet his eyes. They’re dark with desire, small rings of brown along the edge.
He pushes my back against the door, and my eyes round. “Oh no,” I whisper, afraid someone heard the sound and would investigate.
“It’s only us. Everyone else has left for lunch,” he states before capturing my mouth again.
His erection presses against me through his dress pants, hard and eager for me. My sex clenches. I don’t know what it is about him, but I find myself doing things I would never dream of.
Jason lowers me to the ground and pulls my slacks from my waist in record time. Before I can process any of it, his tongue is on my clit and a thick finger teases my entrance. My lids flutter closed within moments.
“Come for me,” he demands. His hot breath teases my sensitive bud before he flicks it with his silky tongue.
I bite my lip at the first tremor and stare at the hungry man between my thighs. Jason fucks me with his finger and mouth, drawing every drop of pleasure until I can’t take any more. I slide down to the floor, and he kisses me. My heart clamors away in my chest, and my breathing is shallow.
Sex wasn’t even something I considered when I decided to surprise him. Now? I need him to fill me the only way he can. I slide my hand over his covered chest until I reach the zipper of his pants.
He captures my hand and threads our fingers, stopping me.
“Please, honey… I need you.” My words are filled with want. They sound strange to me, a tone I’ve never heard.
Jason releases me, and I make quick work of freeing him. I kick off my pants from around my ankles and suck in a deep breath. Rising onto my knees, I place my palms on the ground and swing my hips in his direction. Glancing over my shoulder, I look at him.
It doesn’t take him more than a second before he retrieves a condom and pushes his pants and underwear down. He aligns our bodies, and in one thrust, he seats himself deep inside me. Remembering where we are, I cry out silently. Jason digs his fingers into my hips and drives into me, a man lost in his own need.
Tipping my hips slightly, he rubs against a brilliant spot of pleasure. With a slack jaw, I suck in gulps of air. His hand slides around and between my legs and rubs circles on my clit. Within moments, my back arches and I’m biting the inside of my cheek.
Jason’s thrusts become erratic—short, deep, short, short—until his teeth nip my shoulder. A muffled “fuck!” against my skin causes my sex to clamp down around him, and we both groan.
