a hand through her hair. “I just…this is fast. I wanted this, want this…I want you, but—”
Jason’s nostrils flared slightly as he stalked forward, his front to her back. “I’m not gonna back off after you tell me that. If you dinna want me, I would leave you be. But you do want me, and I can see you’re aroused. Fuck, I can see your nipples are hard as little rocks under that silk.” He reached around, cupping his hand against her.
She shivered.
His laugh, a rough, low sound, caressed her neck as he leaned down to her. “You like that don’t you?”
He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent in as he rubbed his body slowly against her back. She could feel the heat of his body radiate against her, strangely comforting and making her edgy with need.
“I want you, Bella. I want you in every way. I want to strip you down, with you standing naked before me. I want to look at you, your legs, your belly, your breasts, and your beautiful face. I want to see all of you.” His voice was harsh with lust. “I want to make love to you slowly, take you over and over all night, make you come, again and again until you beg me to stop. Then I want to ride you hard, make you scream as you come for me and beg me for more.”
His words had her panting with desire so sharp she couldn’t stop her body from pressing back against him. He slowly palmed her right breast in his hand as his other hand moved lower and cupped her through her dress. He could feel her heat through the material like a burning flame. “I want you, Bella, but if you want me to stop, just tell me and I swear I will. Say the word and I’ll take you home.”
She said nothing as his hand traveled down her thigh to grip her dress, pulling up slowly. Her head turned to meet his. Their lips touched softly, slowly. He brushed his lips across hers, keeping the touch light before settling over her to glide his tongue inside. Jason struggled to maintain control of his need, determined to ease her into their love play. He wanted her ready for him, ready and begging for him.
Jason slipped his hand underneath her dress and cupped her again over the barrier of the lace thong she wore, pushing slightly. She let out a low moan.
“Aye, you’re hot, aren’t you, lass? Hot and wet. Your pussy’s dripping wet for me.” His heated voice carrying a glimmer of a brogue now, more Scottish as his control slipped.
Just hearing his voice had Bella panting softly, so turned on by his words and his voice that she was drenching him as he rubbed the heel of his hand against her clit. His touch was magic and held her there against the window as if suspended by the pleasure he was weaving. She could only think of him, the bliss of each touch of his hands, her panic and fear all but forgotten.
“Tell me, sweetheart, tell me what you want,” he whispered against her ear.
She moaned his name as she began to squirm against him, pushing harder, riding his hand, trying to ease the ache that was building inside her. That sweet unbearable ache that she hadn’t felt in so long.
“Tell me,” he whispered again, his voice harsher with lust as he lifted his hand away slightly so she couldn’t grind herself against him.
“Please.”
“Please what, lass? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Tell me.”
“I need…I need to come. Please make me come.” Bella moaned, taken over by need, her body demanding to be sated.
He rewarded her by increasing the pressure, rubbing harder back and forth across her clit, his other hand moving over her to capture the other breast in his hand as he gently pinched her nipple through the fabric of her dress. “Come for me then, come now,” he ordered harshly.
“Jason, oh my God, yes!” she cried out in astonished joy as she exploded in his hand, her body shaking as she rode her release.
“Fuck, I canna wait. The rest will have to come later. This first time is gonna be fast.” Jason growled. His steel-roped arms held
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