Page 47 of I'll Carry You

Whatever his thoughts on one-night stands were, his approach caused her core to melt into a pool of hot liquid. She nodded. “I want to.”

“You don’t know how much I’ve been dreaming of fucking you.” Jason deftly unbuttoned her pants. He set his chin on her shoulder, watching her in the mirror. As he slipped his hand down into the front of her pants, she tensed against him, her eyes widening. They both watched in the mirror now, and his hand dipped lower, pushing past the skimpy fabric of the thong she’d worn.

She knew she was wet, but his fingers glided against her with skillful ease as he pushed one, then two inside her. She gasped, and his other arm braced against her breasts, pushing against them. Watching the pleasure she took from his touch seemed to embolden him, and he pulled one finger back against the tender spot that throbbed against him.

Her knees almost buckled. Still, he didn’t release her. His fingers continued to glide in and out, pushing deeper and rubbing against her with command. Pressure built within her. She hadn’t been with anyone for so long, so it wouldn’t take much.

“Oh my God, Jason,” she moaned.

Jason paused, one finger still inside her. The other finger pushed against her, back and forth, then in a circle, her own wetness the only slickness he needed to elicit electric jolts from her. She opened her eyes and met his in the mirror.

He wasn’t just finger-fucking her.

He was claiming her.

The possessiveness of his grip, the intensity of his gaze locked with hers, and then her orgasm mounted, lifting her higher until she could barely stand. His arm kept her upright, her knees shaking as he refused to relent and release her.

The lights in the room seemed to flash with her climax, and she melted back against him, a feeling of complete satiation filling her.Oh. My. God. That was incredible.

Her breath was ragged as she came down, her heart pounding through her shirt. He kissed her temple and chuckled softly, the vibration in his chest against her back. “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come, you know that?”

What was she even supposed to say to that? Thank you? He’d just given her an incredible orgasm and hadn’t even removed a single article of clothing from her.

“Thank you,” she stammered and then opened her eyes once again. Her face was flushed, her lips redder.

He grinned, then led her away from the bathroom toward the bed. “We’re not even close to done.”

She still felt wobbly, but she slid onto the bed.

“Be right back.” Jason went out the double doors toward the living space. When he returned, he had the champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries in his hand, along with two champagne glasses.

He poured them each a glass of champagne, then set it on the nightstand.

Was there a sexy way to take jeans off? She should have thought this through more before she planned her wardrobe. Her button was still undone, and she pushed the fabric from her hips, then pulled them off her legs. Dropping her jeans to the side of the bed, she said, “I absolutely can’t stand when people leave cabinets and drawers open. It’s my biggest pet peeve. Your turn.”

Jason blinked, then gave her an amused look. He pulled the Henley he’d worn off in one swift, fluid motion, revealing his well-sculpted abs and chest. He was one of those men who genuinely looked better without a shirt. Not because he didn’t look good with a shirt. She might come again just staring at him, if that was possible. “I hate Lima beans.”

She rolled her eyes. “No fair, you already gave me a good one.”

“Fine. You get a bonus one.” He shrugged, those strong biceps showing every ripple of muscle. “My biggest pet peeve is when other people are late.”

Such a good quality. Also, so the opposite of her. “I’m always late.” She pulled her own shirt off, and the room suddenly felt colder than before. Goose bumps covered her torso. She sat back on her heels and dropped her blouse, enjoying Jason’s eyes on her body.

She’d worn the sexiest lingerie she had. “I lost my virginity when I was fifteen. To a senior on the football team. Then he broke up with me and told the entire football team about it.”

“How is it that you don’t hate men?” He winced, then unbuttoned his own pants.

“I hate some of them.” She shrugged, then crawled toward him.

He took in her position, and she could see the lust burning in his eyes. “Remind me to fuck you just like that before we go.” He pushed his pants from his hips, and her eyes went to the bulge in his black boxer briefs. “I lost my virginity when I was sixteen. My grandfather was out of town, and I threw a party. Of course, he came back early and found me having sex in his bed with my high school girlfriend.”

“That can’t have gone over well.” She pulled him down to sit beside her.

“It didn’t.” He leaned over and held her chin between his forefinger and thumb. “He transferred me to an all-boys boarding school.”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing you’re not gay, or that would have totally blown up in his face.” She set her arm over his shoulder. They both chortled, and she pressed her forehead against his.

“I think it works out for both of us that I’m not gay.” Jason took her wrists and pinned her back to the bed. “Now, I’m going to take off the rest of your clothes, and you’re welcome to tell me two facts...later.”