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“Emma.” Her name, thickly garbled, was all that emerged from his lips.
She kept her eyes trained on his while he placed one large hand at the back of her head and pulled her farther onto him. Jason could feel the head of his dick at the back of her throat. She moaned in pleasure, and the vibrations moved over his entire length, driving him to the very brink. Having Emma love him this way somehow seemed more intimate than any other. She had the power to bring him to his knees, begging. Her hand came up and cupped his sac, squeezing gently, and Jason shut his eyes and concentrated on not coming too soon. He threw his head back on a groan as Emma allowed her hands and mouth to play with him, but he was too anxious to be inside her to let the pleasurable torture go on for too long.
He was both relieved and displeased when she slid her mouth backward, letting her lips give a loving kiss to his tip, and then she broke free completely. As she started to draw him in again, Jason stopped her with a hard pull of her hair. He silently vowed she would know his taste. Soon, she would be drinking the fluid heat of his orgasm. For now, he wanted to feel the tight clutch of her pussy. He wanted her surrounding him as the night surrounded them. He knew she felt it too; the need to join was strong in them both.
Jason grabbed a condom from the bedside table and sheathed himself, then lowered to the soft bed beside her. He wrapped his hands around Emma, easily spanning her waist, and raised her up and over him, impaling her in one smooth stroke. He had wanted to be gentle, but each time she looked at him, he went a little insane, lost another piece of his control.
Emma took him inside her body with an eagerness that surprised them both. He watched as she rode him, slowly at first, getting used to the feel of him deep inside her body. Jason could and would get rough, this he knew, but for now, he would let her play. They fit together as if God himself had fashioned them that way. One for the other.
Riding on a sea of emotions he didn’t understand, he let his thoughts drift and just feel. For the first time, he gave himself up to another. He wondered if she was even aware of how powerful she had become.
Moving her hands to his chest for support, she began wiggling her hips in little circles, drawling out their pleasure measure by measure. Aware of each stroke of skin, each time her body clutched around him. Jason stroked his hands over her like a blind man committing each piece of her to memory. When he found the tiny nub of her desire, it was her turn to moan. Her need mounted. Her movements became more and more frantic as she drove his cock deeper into her dripping pussy. Soon there was no separating them. Without warning, Emma came apart. Her body convulsed. Her fingernails bit into his pectoral muscles as she held on to him for dear life. When her thighs clenched tight and she spurted her juice all around his cock, Jason lost it.
He thrust upward, grasping her hips and pumping faster, harder. Her eyes flew open, and he saw the wonder and excitement. The wild desire and need that only he could fulfill. He felt it too.
“Jason.” His name was a plea on her lips. But he wanted to push her beyond pleasure, beyond contentment. He wished to show her true rapture.
Wrapping his arms around her bottom, Jason anchored them together as he stood up and got off the bed. He kept himself deep inside her and continued to thrust into her, harder and harder. He slammed his hips into her, holding her perfect ass in his palms as he fucked her.
He was a breath away from coming. His body flexed, leg muscles steady as he moved her bottom up and down on his thick shaft, showing her without words how to get the greatest amount of pleasure.
He recognized the instant she began climbing that intoxicating peak again. Soon they were both burning like an out-of-control brush fire. Emma clutched him, digging her nails into his shoulders in a kind of pleasure-pain. He groaned and lowered his head to her neck and bit down hard, marking her. She slammed her hips into his, then moaned as yet another delicious climax gushed forth. Her smooth vaginal walls contracted, and he joined her this time, her body milking him dry.
It was as natural as breathing. It was euphoria. He knew in that moment that beauty had a name. Emma Lane.
Jason vowed she would know him as intimately as he was so eager to know her. If he was moving too fast, too fucking bad. It wasn’t his way to tiptoe, especially not when he saw something he wanted.
Watching the dark fires in her eyes burn bright was as addicting as any drug. When her little pink tongue darted out, licking at his chest, swirling over the dark patch of chest hair, Jason knew a kind of tenderness he had never known with any other woman.
Emma closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest. Her exotic scent swirled around him, tempting him. He would know her scent anywhere now.
It wasn’t until Jason felt her body go limp against his, trusting him to hold them both up, that he shoved back the covers on her bed and lowered her to the cool sheets. He made quick work of disposing the condom and slipped in beside her. When he pulled her atop him, blanketing his body with her silky curves, she sighed, content and replete. Jason kissed her pretty brunette head before pulling the covers up and over them both.
His last thought before succumbing to the lethargy of his sated and exhausted body, was that she would not walk away from him come morning. If he had to kidnap her to keep her by his side, Jason wasn’t above doing so. He would happily use everything he had at his disposal. A woman like Emma came along once in a lifetime—well, twice, if he counted high school—and he wasn’t so stupid as to let her slip through his fingers this time.
Abruptly his father’s words came back to him. He’d once said that when he met the woman of his heart, he would know in an instant. A Kershaw loved but once, and it was for life.
Chapter Eight
Jason had taken her to the movies and dinner. The movie had had been a number-one hit at the box office, but Emma hadn’t watched more than a few minutes of it. She’d been too consumed with Jason. He was in her head twenty-four-seven, and she knew why. She was falling for him.
When they reached her shop, Jason turned off the engine of his motorcycle and shoved down the kickstand. He stood and helped her to her feet, then grinned. “You look cute as hell in that helmet, baby.”
“Thanks, but I never thought I’d find myself riding on the back of a Harley.” It’s now or never, girlfriend. If you don’t tell him how you feel this instant, you may never work up the courage. The pep talk wasn’t really working, though. Her nerves were frazzled and her heart beat out of control from all the emotions flitting through it.
“Just so long as the Harley you ride is mine, I’ll be a happy man,” he murmured as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
It’d been one month since Emma had discovered a new passion she just couldn’t live without. Jason Kershaw. She was in love with him. Slightly terrifying. But, the man had a right to know. Didn’t he? Maybe he’d say the words back and she’d be able to breathe again.
Emma slipped the key into the lock and turned the knob. Once inside, she glanced over her shoulder and asked, “Want a beer?”
“Sure,” he replied as he followed her over to the counter. She put her purse down and started to head toward the backroom, when she heard the chimes over the door jangle. Too late she realized she hadn’t locked up behind them. They both looked over to see a tall, thin man wearing a heavy blue hoodie striding through. His hands were in his pockets, his eyes on the floor.
“I’m sorry, but we’re closed.” Emma had only left the door unlocked for Jason.
The man pulled his hand out of his pocket as his eyes lifted. Emma paled. There was no mistaking the gun in his hand or the crazed expression on his face. “I’m not here for your stupid trinkets.” He pointed the gun at the cash register. “I want your fucking money, bitch!”
Jason started forward, but the movement caught the robber’s attention. He swung his arm around until the gun was mere inches from Jason’s face. “Move and I blow your head off!”
